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The Call
Anastasia was awakened from her sleep to a haunting, yet beautiful song flowing into her ears. The sound of sadness and tranquility both assaulting her emotions. A glazed over look covered her eyes as she stood up from bed, as if possessed and slowly walked her way to the aircraft hangar of the Isayev Heavy Industries. On her way, she encountered a few of the guards. A look of inquisition crept across their faces.
"Lady Anastasia! Are you, alright?" one of the guards said to Anastasia, only being given a blank expression for a moment before she continued her way towards the airship hangar.
"Madam Anastasia! Wake up! You're sleep-walking again," said the other guard before the first guard nudged him with his shoulder.
"Idiot, you're not supposed to wake up people that are sleep-walking. We just need to direct her back to bed," the guard said before nodding his head. The other guard agreed and placed their hands upon Anastasia's shoulder to redirect her. Anastasia stopped for a moment and turned to look towards the second guard.
"It is calling for me. Do not stop me," she said in a flat, monotonous voice.
"Calling you? What are you-- oomph!" shouted the first guard as Anastasia backhanded the guard, instantly knocking him out. The other guard raised his rifle up towards Anastasia. His hands shook as he tried to take proper aim at Anastasia.
"What's wrong with you, Lady Anastasia?! You aren't yourself," the remaining guard said with a shaky voice.
"I told you. It is calling me. Do not hinder me any further," she said before the guard lowered his weapon down to his side and sighed. "Be careful," he simply stated before Anastasia turned her head away from the guard and continued forward towards the airship hangar. Upon entering the hangar, she walked upon the SS Myrmidon.
The ship instantly powered up and the doors to the outside opened up as well. It was as if something was controlling the hangar. No orders were given to George to do any of this and the hangar doors were unmanned.
Rubbing his eyes, her father Ivan stood as the jetwash from the airship's engine blasted at him. "Damnit! What's doing this!?" Ivan shouted out, trying to hear himself over the roar of the engines. His eyes lit up in acknowledgement. He cleared his throat and pulled the radio he had to his side up to his lips. "What's the status on 'The Hymn'?" he spoke into the radio, only to hear nothing but silence.
"Shit, shit, shit!" he said before hearing a crackling noise over the radio.
"It's gone! It's fucking gone!" spoke the other voice over the radio.
"What!?" he said shouting at the radio before turning his eyes to the already floating SS Myrmidon. In a flash, the airship took off out of the hangar and into the skies. As soon as this happened, the jetwash within the hangar died down. Ivan ran into the middle of the hangar to watch the doors begin to close on their own and slammed his radio down onto the floor, shattering it into a bunch of tiny pieces.
"Shit! The Hymn took control of her. Shit!" he said before the door of the hangar closed shut.
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