Ep 12.5 - Aardig and Gem - Part 2

"Mr Havelock? Mr Havelock we know you're in there, we saw you open the door!
Mr Havelock we just want a quick chat sir."

Pierre cussed to himself - '8 of them?! Maybe they think I've been held hostage or something, I mean 8 officers for some stupid fireworks. I don't have time for this.'

Pierre weighed up his options, It didn't take long.
There would be no chance of sneaking back out through the window now that the police knew he was inside.
He glanced down at his hip, at the dull brown-wrapped colour of his sword - He had never thought to wield it again for as long as he lived....

Pierre steadied his breathing in a method of concentration learnt a literal lifetime ago. 
He stood to one side of the front door, enough that it could swing open without hitting him - His hand on the lock switch.

Outside he knew two of the armed response officers were making their way up the steps. They weren't actually carrying live ammo, which came as a relief but still they wore stab-proof vests and heavy helmets.

In their hands was what the police lovingly called, "The Big Red Key" - An object with the appearance of a fire hydrant, used for knocking down doors.

Pierre waited silently in the lightless porch of his house, listening for the sounds of heavy boots on steps and the grunts of the man holding 'the key', the faint thud as the second man braced himself against the door.

"-- Two, One, Hrgh!"

At the exact moment they swung, the exact second the two officers put all their force into busting down the door - Pierre swung it open.

The two men, carried by weight, momentum and surprise, were sent flying into the house's hallway - The Big Red Key leaving a visibly dent on the floorboards where it landed.

Before the two men could recover from their sudden fall, Pierre shot out past them and pulled the door closed behind him with a clicking of a faulty lock falling into place.
The blasted thing locks itself, I always have to leave windows open to get back in when it shuts me out, about time I used that to my own advantage - Two down.

Slowly Pierre turned round to face the six remaining and highly bemused men & women of the law standing before him. Four were the regular kind, in Hi-Vis jackets with the words 'Police' helpfully plastered everywhere. The other two dressed in the riot clothing of the armed response crews.

"Ummm, Sir? Are you quite alright? How about you unlock that door for our colleagues and we can all have a nice chat over some lovely tea maybe?"
Said one of the plain clothes officers.

Gem grinned, laid a hand to the familiar feeling grip of his hilt and drew forth his blade;
"Sorry lads, but I've got somewhere to be!"

Pierre launched forward like a tiger, the officer nearest flailed backyards in response, taking out a baton to try defend himself. Pierre simply ducked underneath it, flipped his sword into a backwards grip and rammed the butt of the weapon into the unfortunate man's stomach.

This first officer thumbed backwards, coughing up spittle and falling to his knees, "Next?"

A second officer drew out the yellow silhouette of a taser gun, while a third officer edged nearer with a baton of her own and a much better stance then her fallen workmate;
"Last warning Sir, we're just trying to do our jobs, lay down the weapon."

Pierre laughed, "Everyone's just trying to do their jobs woman, Soldiers on both sides of a battlefield are just trying to do their jobs are they not?"

"Battlefield? Is that what this is Sir, you were in the 'War'? We can get you help if that's what it is, PTSD is very understandable si--"

"Pah! How old do I look to you, I'm not even 60 yet, Thank you very much! And you know what? I've never felt more alive!!"
Pierre roared with menace as he lunged forward.

'Officer two' fired his taser, while 'three' readied her baton. Gem was faster.

While the officers all kept their eyes focused on his sword, his free hand grabbed number three by the forearm and dragged her close. The taser hit.
Three's baton clattered against the tarmac beneath.

Before officer two could even realise his mistake, Pierre tackled the now unconscious women forward and into her friend, pinning the smaller man underneath his own colleague.

"Four and five. Three to go boys!" Pierre howled like a wolf in its prime - Turning his attentions to the two riot police.
They stood completely star-struck but ready nonetheless.
In each of their hands was a baton gun, a non-lethal weapon used to shoot massive rubber bullets at an attacker. They now raised those weapons.

Pierre charged towards them, pasted the cordon of police squad cars, bathed in the glow of the streetlights. The two fired, massive rounds whistling through the air.

Gem leaped, twirled through the air like a man four decade younger.
His ancient sword glittered a brilliant arc through the sky reflecting the light of the moon above as it cut through both projectiles in a single flourish only a sword-master could of even hoped to pull off.

He landed back on his feet right before one of the two riot-officers, the halved rubber bullets raining down harmlessly around them.
The man reached down to catch Pierre by the shirt-collar but was too slow. Pierre grabbed from the officer's belt, his bottle of mace - Spraying an unhealthy amount into their eyes.

They failed back in pain.
"Don't rub your eyes, remember basic training Craig, don't rub your eyes!" The other officer yelled across to her friend.

Pierre moved towards this second one, mace in one hand, sword in the other.
The women threw down her helmet's visor and grabbed her own bottle of mace, tossing aside her emptied baton-gun;
"Let's see how you like it, you crazy old man!"
She said, partially shouting over the sound of her friend writhing painfully behind them.

Her eyes focused on the bottle in Pierre's hand, she almost didn't see him pierce forward with a thrust of his sword towards her face. Desperately she reeled back away but Pierre's strike hit true - His blade cracked the plastic visor, flipping it upwards and allowing him to spray this second officer in the face with more mace.

The two riot officers now incapacitated as they searched around for something to clean their eyes with, Pierre turned back towards the steps of the house.

The tasered officer was still on the floor unconscious, the one he had winded and the one who had shot his own friend with said taser - Had both retreated into one of the squad cars, doors firmly locked and screaming into a radio for backup.
The faint sound of thuds coming from inside the house, indicated the two trapped officer would soon break back out.

But for now all that remained in his path was one brave hanger-on. A regular cop, baton in one hand, taser in the other - 'Number 8'.

Pierre covered the distance with a simple walk, passing by police cars, 'mazed' riot-cops and tasered officers in his wake. He let the nearly empty bottle fall out of his hand to clatter noisily on the floor beneath - Eyes locked on the final man.

"No-now stay back.... I, I-i will fire Sir!" The boy squeaked.

Pierre glanced down at his sword as he spoke; 
"Do you know lad, what this Magite blade does?"

"Please Sir, I'm telling you to stay back!"

"It amplifies--"

"Please, I-i-i have a Wife, she's expecting children!"

"--My Power to--"

"Stay Back!!"

"--Predict the weather!!!!"

The officer stared blankly at Pierre, "You what?"

THUD

Pierre's fist collided mightily with the man's jaw, sending him spiralling into a stationary car bonnet.

"Sorry 'fellas," Pierre said, shaking his fist from the impact, " But I told you I have someplace to be, you'll sleep it off by morning - Probably." 

And with that the rugged-rouge old man began to sprint down the roadway towards his final destination.

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"--You said once that some people like being alone - Do you, want me to leave you"

"Of course not you idiot, Never!" Pierre yelled aloud to no-one in particular.
He was running now, faster then he had ever in his life. Down short back-alleyways, past confused passers-by. Weaving in and out of periodic traffic.

"--Did you think she was ugly? Too much of a tomboy?"

"Ha! Never even crossed my mind!"
More of Maka's words seemed to file through his mind now. His chest was heaving, in the distance he could of sworn he heard the sound of sirens - It wouldn't take the police long to catch up.

"Every strike and block you made is infinitely better than a signature in meer pen and ink could ever be - Even with three decades of rust on you."

He vaulted over an upturned dustbin before nearly stumbling his way around the next corner. Swung his sword with fervour to cut a padlock free of a gate blocking a path he knew would shorten the journey.

"You are my friend still, no? Or has thirty years shaken our bond so much that you would abandon me in a world I do not know dear Gem?"

"I'll never abandon you again damn it!" Sweat seemed to drip from every pour now, his lungs felt like they were ablaze with strain.

"Would you be so embarrassed to have a so called 'waifu' like me as companion, atleast for a time?"

"It would be the honour of my life!" Pierre's breath grew ever more ragged with each step, he got grabbed by some thug of a pedestrian, telling him to apologize for charging through the busy streets.

Pierre snarled at the man, flashing his sword to scare the youth off before bottling once more down the last few streets.

"Did you ever tell her how you felt?"

Pierre rounded the last bend, almost collapsing against the nearest wall as he caught it for support - He had made it.

Everything hurt, every bone in his body complained, every ligament stretched and screamed - But he had made it.

And there she stood, the girl with the silky white hair flowing freely. The girl with the infinitely deep, swirling brown eyes. 
She stood in that same old stupid park.

They hadn't even really spent that much time there and yet Pierre couldn't but feel a strange affinity towards the place. 
The place they'd had their first real argument, the place they had watched children play ball and the sun setting. The place of their first date.

Maka stood a little ways in front of the chip van, the one between the two small park benches and the great old beech tree. She stared all around, glanced up at the stars and twirled. It reminded Pierre of something out of a classic film Noir, her face lit by the street lamps as she took it all in one last time.

The city, the moon and stars, the park - He stood simply watching for a few moments, dazzled by how strangely beautiful such a mundane sight could be.

And then she stopped, nodding to herself as though resolved and content with her last look at the world of Earth.

It took all he had to start moving again, to will his feet to take one step after the other, to make his vocal-cords cry out once more;
"MAKA!!"

She turned to face the sound of his voice, her hair fluttering behind her, her eyes glistening with a teary sparkle - Altogether too cliché, although too real.

"...What are you doing here."

"Me? What about you hey?"

"Pierre please, it has to be this way...."

"Says who? Aardig or Maka?"

"What? Pierre the letter, we're one and the same. Didn't you read it?
You already know, I think you always knew, there is no way back for you Pierre, I'm sorry."

"So what you're just going to give up? Who cares about the damn letter!"

"Now who is it says that? Pierre or Gem?"

Pierre shook his head ruefully, still pacing slowly to close the distance between him and Maka;
"Those are names girl, the person is only one man."

"Then why did you ask me--"

"Intent Woman! Everything has intent, every action however small always means something - Even if the meaning is as simple as nothing at all!"

"Pierre you aren't not making any sense--"

"I ask what part of you wishes for this hey? What part of your personality demands we part like this? Because I don't believe it's either, I don't think the excitable Maka or the lonely Aardig wishes this - Tell me, am I wrong?!"

Maka's cheeks dripped now with tears as she shook her own head;
"It doesn't matter, this is our end. I'm sorry Pierre but... Goodbye."

She turned with a flourish and in a single awful instant a white spec appeared, then opened and swarmed and spread and burned its way into reality.
In the space before Aardig now stood a tower white oval of blistering light.

Pierre reached with all his remaining muster and grabbed her hand;

"I won't leave you to your faith a second time, you hear me!?"

The tears poured from Maka's pained face - "There is no other way Pierre, don't make this so sad, today is a happy day. It's the day you leave your old life behind and move o--"

"And what about you!?"

Silence.

"Tell me Pierre, if this was one of your stori--"

"This isn't one of my damn books!"

"But what if it was? How would it end Pierre, a tale of a beautiful woman appearing before a lonely man locked away in his house, how would that story end?"

"Maka--"

"Tell Me!! Please..."

Pierre's grip on her hand loosened a faction, "I suppose the girl would show the man a better way to life, remind him of the world's wonders - Show him life is worth living again..."

"And then? Well?"

"........And then the girl would probably turn out to of been a ghost, dream or maybe spirit of some former lover. They would disappear leaving the man heartbroken for a time but able to live again... But Maka--"

She freed her hand from his and took another step forward. Pierre followed suit, grabbing her firmly but carefully by the shoulders;
"I told you didn't I, this isn't some stupid book."

"For Sun's sake Pierre, there is no other way. This planet has no magic but that what's inside your head, no way to get you home."

"And what if I just stepped through, straight through that portal right now?"

Maka's face took on a mix of anger and shock;
"You would never be so stupid! Chances are you might just step through and nothing would happen, but equally what if you got sent somewhere random. Teleported into deep space to suffocate and freeze in an instant?"

"But you're wrong, there is Magite on this planet, see?" He gestured down to their respective swords.
Maka leaned in close and gentle caressed Pierre's face with her soft hands - "This sword is as much a projection as I am, it's not real."

Pierre half-chuckled, laying a hand reflexively on his own blade's hilt, clearly his wearing a sword was unnoticeably natural in 'Aardig's' eyes;
"My sword silly, bestowed upon me the day your father ordained me a knight of the realm - An honest to goodness Goibniu sword."

Maka's face grew ever more pained, she leaned in until her forehead matched intermittently with his, "It is a sliver of metal, nothing more."

"Your letter said for every sword you gain a second or two more here, why could mine not act as an anchor, for me to step through that gate back to Our World?"

"Pierre that isn't science, it's desperation. I must go and you must stay, that is all there is."

"Says who? How is that fair?!"

Maka pulled back, "Fair? When has life ever been fair Pierre, we must simply make the best of what we can."

"But haven't we earned it? Isn't thirty years of being alone enough, haven't we god-damn earned one happy ending for once in our blasted lives?!"

Maka smiled through the tears staining her face, her body backlit by the glow of the portal behind, she smiled as broadly as one can imagine while Pierre spoke his final words;
"I-I... I love you Sola, I always have and I always will - I Love You!!"

Aardig stepped forward into the light. And Gem Havler followed one short step behind reaching out one last time. Hands clasping together the two faded as the portal closed once and for all.