100 Days

The court ruled with unanimous decision: guilty of high treason. Both defendants walked out of the room through opposing doors, cuffed and guarded. Hatred burned in their eyes as their gazes locked for the last time. You could almost hear them shouting at one another; both remained silent.

You did this to me… The same thought rang through their minds.

Locked into separate ships, neither one had the opportunity to exact their revenge. The council made sure of it; they wanted the Atmos' two largest traitors alive and well to suffer through their fates.

Tossed into cells like pigs, they both lay there, awaiting what cruel fate had for them next.

Red eyes, burning with anger, gazed out across the hallway. The Dark Knight held no regrets over what he had done. He was happy to see his enemy suffer.

Green eyes backed themselves into a corner, lying against the cool stone floor. The leader was falling apart. He expected to come out of it a hero, not a Cyclonian ally. Piper must hate me for what I've done…

Dark Ace stood from where he lay, taking a seat against the wall, his shoulder rubbing against the iron bars. He felt like an animal. His knuckles ached from the takedown. How many guards did he kill before they had them in chains? Dark Ace had lost count after twelve.

Though the darkness, he searched for the boy, but found only a glimpse of orange as a ray of light hit the leg of his jumpsuit. He found himself happy to be dressed in black. A fitting color.

"Are you happy, now?" Dark Ace called out to the former Storm Hawk.

Silence waved through the air as Aerrow lay on the ground.

"Of course you are," Ace returned. "This was all you've ever wanted."

Day 1