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Title: Know Why The Nightingale Sings

(Chapter)Title: Abyssus Abyssum Invocat

Author: Summing up the Stars

Genre: Drama

(Chapter) Genre: Angst (?)

Rating: T - M

Pairing: None

Authors Notes: Abyssus Abyssum Invocat - Latin - One sin leads to another. (Literally - Hell calls hell.)

Inspired by the new opening to Storm Hawks, and the end scene between Sam and tCD in Supernatural (Episode - 'Bedtime Stories.')

Dark Ace's blood-drop eyes narrowed, while sword and daggers clashed in red and blue flashes, as he exchanged blow for blow against Aerrow's.

Aerrow broke away, pulling his body low and delivering a sharp kick to the Dark Champion's side, while bringing one of his daggers up at the same time, the sky coloured energy slicing easily through the sword's Firebolt crystal.

Growling in anger as his crystal's remains crumbled out of the blade's handle, he backhanded Aerrow away from him with his free hand, while rotating his now plain metal double bladed long sword; Dark Ace closed the slight distance between them and used his height to his advantage, knocking the young Sky Knight to the ground; the sapphire blades spinning out of the downed fighter's hands.

A cruel smirk crossed his features, as he gazed at the prone crimson haired teen, just before he lifted his sword and plunged the longer side of the double blade into the Storm Hawk's right shoulder.

Aerrow gasped in pain, aquamarine eyes widening; before he grasped the blade weakly with his left hand, sharp agony stunning him.

Dark Ace gazed at the wounded young man before him, "This brings back memories. You look just like him."

Aerrow glared up at his tormenter, defiance shinning in his pained eyes.

An darkly amused smirk crossed the Betrayers face, "I haven't had this much fun since I destroyed your father and the other original Storm Hawks"

Aerrow instantly froze, hand still clenched around the sword's blade in his shoulder, as the vermillion spikes of his bangs shadowed his eyes.

"What?" Dark Ace asked in a condescending tone, "You didn't realize? I killed him with this very sword."

The amused look returned as Aerrow didn't reply.

"You don't recognize it? You should, after all, it was his." Dark Ace continued on, before adding insult to injury, "He was going to give it to you when you were older."

The grip the redhead had on the blade tightened disturbingly, and Dark Ace had no time to react as the young man ripped it out of his shoulder with violent and uncaring speed and force.

Using the momentum of his sudden move Aerrow spun the hilt of his fathers sword into Dark Ace's surprised face, sending the dark man skidding away.

Twisting the sword around properly in his hand, Aerrow retrieved one of his fallen daggers.

Dark Ace looked up, carmine eyes flashing viciously, as he reached his hand to his head felt blood, before slowly pulling his dazed body to his feet.

Aerrow ignored the man, as he unequipped his dagger of it's Blue Striker Crystal, and reequipped it into his new sword.

Dark Ace glared furiously at him; and Aerrow couldn't help but agree, as he matched the murderous garnet with his own venomous emerald.

Azure light reflected in the teens eyes as the crystal activated.

The Storm Hawk barely felt anything from his shoulder wound even as he held the sword in a ready position.

Dark Ace's body tensed as he watched the teen.

"So what now, Oh Masterful Sky Knight?" he asked mockingly, but his eyes flickered for options; "You kill me?"

Aerrow's countenance was like that of a glacier as he stared directly into the darker one's eyes, "I believe you already know," he stated, then continued in a tone as dark and familiar as Dark Ace's own; pushing off the ground with the balls of his feet in a lightening fast motion towards the shocked Cyclonian; "This time, no mercy."

End