Phase 1
Quick Thinking!
Aiden and Zak stopped, and ducked.
If they had waited a second longer, they would have been destroyed from the lasers, if they hadn't ducked as far as they did, they would have been trampled.
The robots didn't do what they expected. They just stopped, right over them.
"Don't… move… an… inch…"
Chapter one
Friends
Street "Zak, hurry up!" Aiden yelled."I'm coming, I'm coming!" Zak replied.
"Man alive dude, pick up the pace! It's boiling out here!"
He and Zak were off to the –normally deserted– Public Library, and of course, they weren't going for a book. For it had air conditioning.
Begin Flashback
Zak and Aiden had been friends sense the age of ten, and never been in a single fight or an argument.
Aiden was abnormally tall, especially for his age. He was thirteen years old, and was six feet tall. He also had dark brown hair, with evergreen eyes, really, he's your normal thirteen-year-old kid, although, he had went many… complications throughout his childhood.
Like the fact that Aiden never had seen his blood parents –nor has he ever wanted to see them–, and had been through multiple foster homes sense. At the unfortunate age of six, his latest foster parents were abusive, and he ran away. Then, with only one hundred dollars in his pocket –which was stolen from his 'parents'– he went around the city, looking for a place to stay. He got nowhere, and fast.
Then, almost giving up, he went to a foster care system. He had recently, though, been able to free himself from the people that worked there and that didn't eally care for kids. He had found a karate dojo. He had always had an interest of martial arts, even at his young age, and he had nothing to loose if he went anyway. The teacher the named Master Katage, was generally a kind-hearted man, he cared for each and every one of his students. Each lesson was unfortunately, more than Aiden could afford, so, all he did was watch. At the end of every day, he left fifteen minutes later, the same time as Katage. Each and every time he saw Aiden; he gave an awkward smile, saying,
"Hello there."
After seven days of Master Katage seeing Aiden at the end of each class, he finely asked,
"So, why do you come here every day, but not take a lesson? And where's your mom and dad?"
Aiden really was reluctant to, but –seeing as the Sensei could be trusted– explained anyway. Why he had come here, what happened to him, and that he needed a place to stay.
"Oh, I think I can find you a place." Katage gave a sincere smile, and ever sense, Aiden has been living with him, all wages paid, and –after two years of training– with a black belt.
Zak was two years older, and was more of Aiden's brother than best friend. Zak's father had left him at the age of three, so he could never remember what he looked like, or for that matter who he was, the only memory, was a photo of him, on his nightstand. Zak had jet-black, 'naturally' spiky hair, with strangely vivid green eyes, which Aiden could never look right into. He was the same size as Aiden, and was almost his personal bodyguard.
At first, he'd been one of the most popular kids at school.
At first.
Zak, at school, was a pretty popular kid; really, he was a friend with anyone and everyone. Really the whole thing with Aiden and Zak started in September, and on the fourth day of school.
Zak was talking with a bunch of his friends, going home, when he noticed a kid he didn't recognize. And, of course, it was Aiden, and this is where their friendship began.
"Nerd!" One kid yelled at Aiden while he was walking home.
"Freak!" Yelled another one.
Soon, a crowd of kids began insulting Aiden, and Zak –being Zak– wanted to know what it was about.
"Who's that kid," Zak asked one of his friends, and pointed. "Right there?"
"Oh, that's…" He thought for a moment. "Aiden Scotts, he's new, and don't do what I think –well, know– you're going to do." He looked at him, eyes half open. "Help him out."
"I guess you'll be disappointed." Zak responded with a smile, and started to walk towards the crowd. His friends just staring at him.
By the time he'd got there, Aiden was in his fight stance, prepared to strike another student that was willing. Right before Aiden jumped kicked, Zak intervened, saying,
"Now they'll be no more of this." Suddenly, every kid in the crowd slowly backed away, and left, even the person Aiden was originally going to fight.
"Oh, really?" Aiden asked angrily. "And you're supposed to stop me, I suppose?" Aiden lashed out, and not one the insulters, but Zak, with a punch.
Zak tensed his stomach. When Aiden hit him, he recoiled a bit, but didn't strike back.
"Please, friend, stop." Zak said nicely, with a straight face.
"I'm lot of things," Aiden began. "But defiantly not one of your friends."
The next day, at lunch recess, Zak overheard an argument with Aiden, and Lance, one of the eighth grade students. And ironically, he just so happened to be really… really big.
"Okay, fine, tonight, 3:45, I hope you'll be there." Lance said, menacingly.
"Be prepared to get your ass kicked." Aiden replied, sharing the glare.
When the two walked away from each other, Zak confronted Aiden, following him,
"Don't tell me you went out and got in a fight with Lance…" Zak asked, sighing.
"And if I did?" Aiden replied, not even looking at him.
"Aiden, what in the world do you have against me?" Zak finely asked him, annoyed.
"That you try to help me, when there's nothing to help."
"Look at yourself! Being called names, picking fights! How can't you need help?"
"Did I ask for it?" At this, Zak stopped, defeated. "That's what I thought." Aiden finished.
"Listen… can we just… start over?" Zak asked, looking down. Aiden was surprised by this, and finely faced him.
"You give me no other choice." Aiden let a crack of a smile pass by, and help out his hand. Zak looked up to his hand, and shook it.