AN: Recommended suitably heroic music
ARMORED CORE VI: FIRES OF RUBICON Soundtrack: Steel Haze (Rusted Pride)
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Snaust moved ever onwards, senses sharply on the lookout for any trouble, the disguise tied to the back of her shell heavier than she initially thought. Every few meters conquered put a lot of strain on her tiny body, her stamina depleting much faster than at any other point in her life. She was unused to traveling such a long distance, especially under strain, and yet she continued to endure, reassuring herself that it was worth the effort. That she needed to be brave and any delays to rest for longer than a moment could be catastrophic.
The Library looked to be in a sorry state. There were signs of battle she silently passed, hoping to avoid the attention of whoever it was that spilled that blood and may still be around. The thought that it might've been Miss Angela who was hurt this way... it hurt to even imagine.
She tried to lie to herself, and convince herself that nothing bad could've happened to her friend. That ruffian Roland probably tried to Abscond with Miss Angela's heart again, and it would be up to Snaust to retrieve it from his villainous hands. Yes, that was a good story, one she might even start believing in if she repeated it to herself often enough, instead of imagining that behind the next pile of burning rubble in a pool of her own blood-
No, she refused to believe it. This is not how the stories she's read go. She will find Miss Angela, use her cleverness to help her out, and everything will turn out okay in the end.
Maybe even for Roland, who will admit to whatever dark secret he has and stops trying to be a vile thief of hearts.
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There was a large pile of books on the bridge before her. A veritable mountain, compared to her tiny body, and there was no going around. It would be an arduous task to climb it, doubly so due to her own exhaustion, but not impossible.
What she worried about were the sounds she was hearing from the other side. There was fighting, people trying to hurt each other, and maybe some voices in the few quieter moments between clashes of metal and other, more esoteric sounds she had no reference for in her experience. She could turn back, try to find another way around the small mountain, or ignore the world again and just curl back into her shell and wait the danger out, hoping for the best...
...she decided that for once, she wanted to be brave.
Steeling her resolve, Snaust started her steady climb, every movement careful but full of determination. She was afraid, deathly so, of making a misstep and falling, of being found out, of a thousand and one different things, big and small. But most of all, she was afraid of being alone again, and that particular fear was much stronger than the others combined, and it spurred her ever onward and upwards against all odds.
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On the top of the small mountain of books, Snaust was shuddering in exhaustion, her recent adventures draining her body and mind of energy like nothing ever before. She shook her head, chasing away the instincts to just curl up back in her shell and take a nap. Instead, she gazed downwards.
She didn't recognize any of these people. There were two distinct groups squaring against each other, though one of them looked to be in a much worse state. She crawled slightly down the mountain, to hear them better, hoping to recognize at least some of the words spoken. Maybe some of them knew where Miss Angela was...
A fifth person appeared, joining the much more wounded group, and Snaust finally managed to hear them talk, and she finally saw how some of the people Miss Angela sometimes talked about actually looked like.
The new pretty lady was... Miss Binah? She was really pretty, almost as pretty as Miss Angela in fact. She was also Snaust's friend, as the precious gift of a small tin can full of dried leaves back in her alcove clearly attested to.
Her companions... Snaust didn't recognize the red-haired woman immediately, but once she heard her name being mentioned she finally made the connection to another of Miss Angela's librarian friends. Then the man in black must be...
...that's right, the infamous thief of hearts, Roland himself. Snaust bristled at the thought of the vile and unspeakable deeds he undoubtedly wanted to inflict on her poor friends heart, but stopped herself. This was not the time, he was clearly trying to protect Miss Angela's precious Library from these two interlopers, and got hurt in the process. For now, she would graciously forgive him his numerous faults.
Snaust got to thinking, her brain furiously considering the situation. These two ruffians were clearly up to no good, trying to hurt Miss Angela's and Snaust's friends, and damage their home. There just had to be something she could do to help. She was smart, she had read so many books already, there just had to be something she could do, some clever plan or trick she could think of to help out, something-
The fighting below resumed, blades met claws with a titanic clash that shook the earth. Snaust almost lost her footing and fell down as the ground under her trembled, a lone book loosened by the tremors tumbled down the mountain of books she perched on, stopping at the base of the hill.
This... this gave Snaust an idea.
She worked quickly, quicker than she ever did, identifying the specific points she thought particularly weak in the giant book pile. Frantically removing a book here, adding some there, priming the entire thing with few pieces of string she had and tied to some specific volumes important to her plan. Snaust didn't want to brag, but she considered herself somewhat of an expert in construction using books as a building material. She hoped her expertise translated into violent deconstruction just as well.
Her little body trembled as she prepared herself to act. Waves of exhaustion crashed against waves of terror gripping her mind, keeping her awake and ready for now. She waited for the perfect moment, eyes peeled for a break in the fighting she could exploit to help out. To show Miss Angela, and her friends, and the whole world, that even though she was afraid, she would not hide anymore. She would not curl up and hope for the danger to pass, she will fight for what's dear and precious to her, instead of-
-there! The moment arrived. Miss Binah and her group stood a distance from the invaders, whose backs were turned from her small mountain of books.
"All or nothing" Snaust whispered to herself, and pulled her strings.
A book a distance away was dislodged from the hill of books, then another string pulled at another, then the next one yet again. All around Snaust books fell away from their places, tumbling downwards, dislodging and taking more volumes with them on their descent. Soon, the entire top of the mountain was teetering precariously over the crumbling mountainside, before it too soon collapsed. A massive avalanche of books raced downward in a fury of leather bound tomes, ready to sweep the invaders away from the face of the Library. This part of the plan Snaust knew worked perfectly, and she was extremely proud of that fact.
The part where she forgot she was in the middle of the raging avalanche, not so much.
She curled inside of her protective shell as deeply as she could, hoping to survive being a living part of this unforgiving avalanche she started. She tumbled around alongside the falling books, feeling as if either she crashed into a particularly heavy tome, or one such volume crashed against her protective carapace. Each impact hurt a lot, but Snaust grit her teeth and endured, knowing it would only be a few seconds more-
"Ah!" she squealed in pain, as a particularly hard impact broke her shell and drove its broken fragments deep into the sensitive flesh of her insides. "It hurts..." she whined quietly. Thankfully, at least, her downward tumble was finally over.
She emerged from her broken shell and started digging herself out of the small pile of books she was buried under. Each movement hurt, pieces of her broken shell digging uncomfortably into her flesh, drawing more blood out of her. Some of the books she moved to get out were clearly stained crimson of her own life bearing fluid.
Finally reaching the surface, she wanted to cry. Above her stood the man with the weird mask and scary claw for a hand, by his side the woman in black. Both were entirely unharmed. Snaust's lip wobbled, eyes tearing up behind the broken rims of her glasses. All of her effort, her sacrifices, her broken shell hurting her almost as much as the sight of the precious glasses she got as a gift from Miss Angela being broken on her nose... all of it was for nothing. The bad people were still there.
No, she couldn't think like that. She couldn't give up just yet. What would Miss Angela think of her, if she gave up so easily!?
The man with the scary claw stood above her, looking down at her in idle curiosity. Watching what she would do, how she would act. Underestimating her. This Snaust knew would be his downfall!
Marshaling her will, as quickly as she could she scuttled closer to the man's legs. She ignored the pain coursing through her body, she ignored her instincts telling her to curl up inside of her shell and hide away. She crawled close enough to the man she could almost touch his leg, and with a quick movement retrieved her sharpest pencil, and with a mighty yell of "Mean people go away!" she stabbed the man in the leg with all of her strength!
The pencil broke against the man's trousers, dealing no damage.
Snaust looked at the broken writing implement, not really comprehending what just happened. With waning strength, she tried again.
"Stop ruining Miss Angela's Library!" she yelled through hoarse throat. The pencil didn't even break this time, it simply slipped away through her weakening grasp..
"Just go away and leave Snaust and Miss Angela alone..." she finished weakly, only landing weak and ineffectual punches against his shoe now. She darkly thought that at least she got them dirty a bit with her own blood.
"What's this?" distantly, she heard a female voice say. Snaust's heart felt empty.
"Some local vermin" a male voice replied from somewhere far away.
"Dispose of it. We are almost done anyways" the woman replied.
Snaust's world became agony. She screamed as a clawed hand grabbed her, her once beautiful shell offering no resistance, the claw's sharp points biting deeply into her flesh and drawing even more of her precious blood outside where it shouldn't be.
"A-aah!" she screamed out loud as she squirmed and writhed in pain, "It hurts! It hurts so much!" she yelled and prayed for the agony to stop. Her struggles quickly grew weaker, as her strength left her "S-someone help me... Miss Angela, please help me..." she begged for relief finding none. Her gaze chanced upon the black haired female Librarian, the kind lady that gave her the tea she wanted to try out so much but never got a chance "M-Miss Binah... help..." she begged through tears in her eyes, but found no recognition in the other woman's gaze.
"Stop playing around" the female voice from earlier said. The man unceremoniously threw Snaust's broken body over the edge of the bridge, deep into the cold, dark below.
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Snaust could barely feel any pain anymore as she tumbled down. She didn't even knew what she hit on her violent descent, only idly wondering if she was leaving bright red splotches of her blood with every collision for anyone to find if they looked for her... but why would they? Snaust was just Snaust. Nothing Snaust did ever mattered to anyone.
Snaust noticed she wasn't falling down any more. She was laying down on her side in a cold and dark place, or at least she thought it was dark, it may have been just her eyes weren't working anymore.
...no, one eye still worked. She could see a pool of red slowly spreading out from under her. Snaust knew that the red liquid should stay inside of her body if she wanted to live, so she was feeling pretty neutral about it being outside right now.
She heard some fluttering sound nearby, and tiredly turned her eye towards the noise. Ah, the pages from the book she was making as a gift for Miss Angela. They must've gotten dislodged from their safe spot inside of her shell sometimes earlier. Some of them were shredded by the man's claw, others undoubtedly lost never to be found in the fall, different ones stained crimson, the letters she spent so much care in drawing made unreadable by her own blood.
Everything hurt, but most of all her heart.
Snaust imagined she could hear Miss Angela's voice, but knew it to be impossible though. She could barely breathe, barely think. She could almost feel her gentle touch messing with her hair again as she asked...
What did Snaust want, huh? What did Snaust want most in the world? That's an easy question, Miss Angela. Snaust is very smart after all, and Snaust knows all the things Snaust knows.
What Snaust truly wants most in the world...