The interior of the warehouse was awfully quiet, almost as if the events that had only just transpired separated this space from the conflict still going on outside.

The strange numbness that had impaired my ability to properly react to the high-levels of "WHAT THE FUCK?!" that are currently present in here have finally faded away completely, allowing me to properly "appreciate" my situation.

"Appreciate" serving as a replacement for "losing all of my shit", obviously.

The thick smell of blood, gore and gunpowder permeating the warehouse made for a really, really—and I seriously can't stress this enough—revolting stench.

I covered my mouth and nose with the collar of my shirt before firmly pressing my hand against it, an unsuccessful attempt to placate the sudden and violent assault to my senses. How could those soldiers smile in a situation like this, with smells like these heavily impregnating the air, I'll never know. Just being here is driving me to the verge of throwing up.

—And I'm still refusing to address much of the worst of it.

If the smell is "revolting" to me then I'm simply not qualified to describe just how terrible the actual scene is. The sheer number of corpses is just too… it's too much. If I needed something to convince me that this isn't just one of those stupid "vivid dreams" I've heard people mention before then I don't need one anymore!

The brain isn't capable of making something like this up, not on such an extreme level of detail nor on such a high state of awareness. It'd might be different if the person in question has had the experience before, but I've never been to a freaking war zone before!

"Calm down!"

I went completely tense as I heard someone shout at me. The voice, full of something between frustration and urgency, claimed my full attention for two seconds before I jerked my head left and right, up and down, Geass flaring to life as my self-preservation instincts temporarily overruled my "appreciating".

At first, I thought that C.C. had woken up/revived, but she was still down cold, though at least blood was no longer pouring out from her forehead; a good sign, I noted. I then proceeded to mentally berate myself, as I noticed that the voice that I had quite literally just heard was most definitely a male's. "Keep it together, me! I know that the Clamp's are into that shit but C.C. is not a Trap! I hope!"

"That's not 'calming down', but it's better than having you freak out in a place like this, I guess."

The voice spoke again, this time sounding more collected; authoritative, even. This, of course, prompted me to resume my search.

I crouched as low as I possibly could, trying make myself as small a target as possible, something I deeply regretted soon after, when the stench of blood and—is that someone's brain?!—things I'd much rather not identify entered my nostrils.

"Oh, fuck this." I whimpered.

"Indeed."

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious voice sir,"—I spoke in an obvious mocking tone, trying to make it clear for whomever he is that I've grown tired of this little game of hide-and-seek—"would you be kind enough to show yourself? You're about to—Urgh!"

I did say that I was on the verge of throwing up, didn't I?

"Oh, come on! I just cleaned those shoes!"

I forced my head up, trying once again to find the source of the voice, only to splatter vo—you know what? I'm just going to save you the mental image. Short story shorter, no one was there.

"Okay, enough is enough! Just give me my body back, you imbecile! How did you even steal it from me?!

"Wait, what?"

I thought while I continued to save you the mental image.

"I told you to return my body to me! And could you stop throwing up now? Is this the first time you see a corpse up-close?"

"Not really, but it is the first time I see so many and in such state. A little understanding here wouldn't kill—Wait. Are you… Are you inside my head? The hell?!"

"No, you are inside my head and I want you out right this instant!"

I paused, both my thoughts and my mental-image-saving, as his words slowly seeped in. My eyes narrow and my mouth hangs open as we venture into new, uncharted levels of "WTF."

Going on a limb here, I mentally called out the one name that came to mind: Lelouch?

"Yes,"—he snarled, not bothering to hide how livid he is—"But the most important question right now is: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"Hey, calm the fuck down, will you?!"—I snapped—"In case you haven't noticed, I'd much rather be anywhere else but here. If you want your weak-ass body back, just tell how to give it back, okay?! And my name is Luke! Pleased to meet you! I'm a huge fan!"

"Why thank you! But why would a fan—Did you just insinuate that you don't know how to give me back my body?"—I mentally nodded, if such a thing is even possible—"Then how did you take it from me to begin with?!"

"How would I know?! Do you think I did this on purpose or something? Do you think people casually invade other people's minds? How the hell do you spend your weekends?!"

"I don't see why I should—" Lelouch's words died in his figurative mouth when a large machine rushed through the already debilitated walls of the warehouse.

The purple robot stood still for a second before spinning on its Landspinners, if I remember its name correctly. Just as quickly, the Fifth Generation Knightmare Frame, Sutherland, pointed one massive machine gun towards me.

Lelouch and I both temporarily settled our differences to join in a completely justified"Oh Fuck."

"Quick! You must use your voodoo powers to force whoever is in that Sutherland to hand it over to us!" Lulu yelled inside my (our?) mind.

Knowing how things would end if I used the Geass in this circumstances, I decided to ignore Lelouch's request for now.

"What happened here?!" A female voice came out of the juggernaut's speakers. Her tone showed just as much hostility as her raised gun.

"PLEASE!"—I yelled, trying to convey as much distress as possible. Of course, that distress was half-faked, as I had a pretty good idea of things would turn out—"Help me! My name is Alan Spacer! I'm the son of a Duke! My I.D. is in my breast pocket! After you've verified who I am, I'd like to request your protection!" There was a pregnant silence after my sudden plea for help. She's probably wondering what would the son of a Duke be doing in place like this, at a time like this. During that time, Lelouch screamed bloody murder in our mind.

"You idiot! I don't know about you, but I can't be found! My sister's life and my life could both be ruined if—"

"I know, Lulu!"—I yelled back. I could feel Lelouch's rising anger in my mind as he was about to yell at me again. Maybe he doesn't like to be called "Lulu"—"But we have no choice right now. Your Geass only works when there's direct eye contact with the target. We have to get her out of her bloody Knightmare before I can use my 'voodoo powers', capeesh?"

"Very well"—the Knightmare's pilot said—"Stay right there and don't move. I'll verify your I.D. myself. If you try something funny, I'll shot" Just like in the series, the Knightmare's cockpit opened, and from it emerged a dark-skinned woman with long, bluish/grayish hair.

Had I been in any state to give a damn about stuff like that, I would've commented on how beautiful Villetta Nu is and on how lucky Kaname Ohgi would be. However, such things have no space in my mind as all I care about at this point is getting the hell out of here.

Villetta walked ten steps or so before I activated the "voodoo power" (I can't believe he said that! That's hilarious!) and casted the spell—"From today onwards, you live to serve me."

Villetta suddenly stopped in her tracks as I imagined the Geass' Sigil fly over to her. In no time, her eyes were outlined by a bright red circle.

"Yes, my Lord. Please order me as you wish." Lelouch gasped in our mind as she bowed.

"Such terrifying power…"

I gasped.

"Hypocrite!"

"Excuse me?" Lelouch raised a figurative eyebrow at my sudden outburst. Apparently, even though we're currently sharing the same mind, he doesn't have access to my memories, which means he won't understand unless I explain him, something I'm not going to do until after I'm well away from this damn building. I just shrugged, also figuratively.

Out of curiosity, I checked if I could remember some details of Lelouch's life that were not shown to the public. I was mildly disappointed when I got nothing for my trouble. Miffed, in turned my attention to woman in front of me.

"I need you to help me carry the green-haired girl over there"—I pointed a finger to C.C.'s direction—"to your Knightmare. After that, just like I told you, I'd like to request you protection. Also, let's do this quickly, okay? I'm, like, two minutes shy of throwing up again."

"As you wish, my Lord." Villetta then rushed to C.C.'s side and carried her fireman-style. Meanwhile, I walked on unsteady legs to the purple robot. Lelouch, once again, spoke to in our mind.

"Did you have to enslave her? You only needed to tell her to hand over her Knightmare, give me back the control over my body, and I could've done something about this on my own." Lulu said, his words full of judgment.

"I don't know how to give you your body back, okay?"—I said after a giving him a heavy sigh—"Hell, I don't know how I ended up in this situation in the first place!"—I jumped over a particularly large puddle of blood, only to caught a glimpse of a child's lifeless body. I grimaced as all the regrets I might have had for killing those soldiers vanished completely.—"But I do know one thing, Lulu. I don't know how to pilot a Knightmare and I don't know how to fight, either. Villetta, on the other hand, is quite skilled with both of those things, I believe."—I took a brief glance in Villetta's direction. She had already placed C.C.'s body inside the cockpit.

Lelouch didn't say a thing for around ten seconds, then—"How do you know her name? You never asked."

"I'll tell you all about it later, okay? We're going to need each other to stay alive in this hellhole you call world, anyways."

Author's Note:

Ah… I wrote this in, like, what? Six hours or so? And it's only 1800 or so words… I

I've read some authors say that they wrote 3k+ or 6k+ words chapter in an hour. I'd like to call bullshit on that. Though if it's actually possible, I'd like to do that one day too.

Do remember to review. I'd like to know what you think. Tell me if you think this chapter felt rushed or anything like. Feel free to praise me if you think praising is due. I know I appreciate the ego boost.