Paradigm City - Fan Fiction - Eve of the Hurricane

Paradigm City - A fan site dedicated to the anime series Big O

Eve of the Hurricane

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Angel stumbled down the narrow metal corridor, the bright light at the end of the passage blinding her.

"I don't want to be here anymore," she murmured. "As soon as I can, I'll find Vera and then I'll go back home ... to Mom ...Will I ever see Mom again? She was the only one - the only one - who called me a true angel. Only my Mom called me that."

She lowered her head, the light forcing her to look away. But she continued on, her gun drawn down as she made her way toward the light.

"This ends, Vera," she breathed. "No more. It isn't about the Union against Paradigm. It never was. It's ... "

A voice humming an old tune made Angel pause, listening. She recognized the melody and she began to softly sing what her mother used to sing to her:

"When I see you looking
over my shoulder
I shudder to think
that I could not
see you there
But you're real
You're material
and you're ethereal
You're not of this world
but you make it your home ...
You're a star that's in my sky
You're a guardian that's mine
You're my angel
and darling I love you ... "

Angel dashed to the end of the passage and swept her gun around in a large arc.

The humming continued as Angel took in the chamber around her. It appeared to be theatre sets of rooms and places. Camera equipment and monitors dotted areas around the enclosed sets, while electricity sang around her from the electronics.

One set caught her eye and she stared dumbfounded at the room that portrayed her mother's cabin, complete with simple wooden furniture, iron stove, and a pot of steaming soup.

"No," Angel whimpered.

She lowered the gun limply to her side, gazing at the room, the room exactly matching her earliest memories.

"It can't be."

* * *

It was a private search, one that the rest of the military police could not know about. According to the reports, 'Patricia Lovejoy' AKA 'Angel' (and known to him as 'Millie') was still at large.

But Dan Dastun had two decades of military police training under his belt. Logic dictated where she would be.

But his gut was telling him otherwise.

Dastun glanced up as he paused in the middle of the street; across the road was the movie theatre, two kids standing at the window and paying for their tickets. The little girl held a red balloon while the boy turned to smile back at her -

Dastun felt his chest tighten. It was him. When he was a kid. "This is crazy," he muttered.

A glance at the movie posters revealed an advertisement for 'Winter Night Phantom'. It was as if someone had taken a picture of when he faced off with the female terrorist on the pier several months ago, superimposing the movie title and the actors' names over the photograph.

The actors' names were Sybil Rowen and Dan Dastun.

He stepped out to the street, gazing after the two children as they entered the movie house. "This ... can't be ... happening - !" He moved to follow them.

No. He had to save Millie.

Dastun looked around, then hurried to a nearby subway entrance and ran down the stairs.

Next Page >< Previous Page

This site, its design, and all content within are Copyright ©2003-26 by Krang & Shredder unless stated otherwise. All rights reserved. The BIG-O and related characters are © SUNRISE INC. Copyrights for the fan art, fan fiction, and other submitted content hosted on this site are held by their respective owners. This site is not affiliated with SUNRISE INC. or Bandai Entertainment, Inc. in any way.