A/N: My take on the Ishuffle challenge.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a cardboard box.
Irreplaceable.
Red was your perfect soilder. Always two steps ahead of everyone else, never backing down from a fight and knowing who the enemy was before even meeting them. He'd be perfect for replacing Mike. In the eyes of everyone else, but not Kane. To him, Mike Chilton was irreplaceable. There was no one who could ever take his place, not even it they could do ten times the things that he couldn't. The labs in KaneCo were so advanced that they could genetically altered someone to be able to do just that. Kane didn't know why though, but he couldn't bring himself to do that.
"You were like a son to me, Chilton." He found himself saying one day. "And nothing stupid you could do will change that much."
Fall for Anything- The script.
"I have a job for you Chilton." Kane told his cadet one day, folding his arms stiffly behind his back and screwing his brows together. "Think you can handle it?"
Mike's eyes widened and he stood a little straighter, the look in his eyes clearly read 'Nervous' but the way he held his body read 'willing for anything'. That was typical of Chilton, and Kane knew it. The cadet was always ready for anything asked of him, and that's why he was being entrusted with this task now.
"Its not a big job. I just need you to clear out some abandoned buildings down in the old Detroit." Kane said, reaching out a placing a firm hand on the other's shoulder.
"You can count on me sir." Mike answered cheerfully, his eyes brightening as he spoke.
"I know I can."
What Hurts The Most.
She was a good friend through both child-hood and teen age life. That changed when she left for Detroit Deluxe. It always felt so odd seeing people they used to know as kids and not having her by his side. What hurt the most, was during a misson to Deluxe, she walked right passed him. Like his existence was nothing but the wind that tussled her hair as she stepped down carefully across the ground in the high heeled shoes that had never changed.
"Jet?"
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" She asks, turning her head and looking quite confused.
"Its me, Mike." He replies, trying to hide the hurt in his tone.
The air betwen the two was empty, but soon was filled by a soft rain and the sounds of her footsteps turning back around and walking away quickly. As he watched her, he began regretting letting her leave, he had so much to say to her, but now it seemed that she would never hear them.
Talk you down- The Script
"Its much better in Motorcity. Everyone is free down here, come on you can trust me."
"I don't know... Its much safer in Deluxe... And cleaner for that matter."
"But you can't use your programing skills for good in Deluxe. In Motorcity you can, and no one can tell you that you can't."
"I'll think about it... "
"What will convince you that this is a good idea? You're my best friend, Chuck! I promise you, nothing will go wrong!"
"Promise you'll protect me if I move down there?"
"Promise."
I'm yours- The script.
What do you expect from a women whose lived her entire life in the guarded metropolise known as Detroit Deluxe. Certainly not a story that paints the heart with the brightest of colors but soon rubs it into a muddled mess of dark and dreary water colors flowing down her thin face. You wouldn't exspect that would you? I didn't either, and yet here were those works of art, also known as her thoughts hanging on the walls of my heart. Even in the powder white walls of her bedroom, she still finds multi-colored paint in a pen and works of art in her passion and words. She amazes me with how she manages. How she manages to find a world of color in one of black and white. Her name is Julia by the way, and she amazes us all.
Teenagers- My chemical romance.
Kane would never admit it, but the Burners reallt did scare him. They were only 17 years old yet here they were taking down his finest men, projects that took scientists years to develope and even figured out the evil side of him before anyone else could! It both amazed and terrified him that they were that crafty, and even made him proud when he remembered that Chilton had been trained by him himself and seemed to still remember all of his training. That's what scared him also, because he had also taught Chilton how to fight and win. Maybe the tan teen passed those secrets along to his Burner buddies.
"Heck, if you gave those kids a couple of guns and a can of beer I'd sure as shit be dead." Kane mumbled sarcastically aloud to himself, rubbing his sore temple bitterly as he inspected the damage of the days battle from his office window.
"Who are you talking too?" Kane jumped and yelled when he heard a teenager's voice but relaxed when he saw it was only his daughter.
Grown up Christmas list.
It seems a little stupid, a 17 year old male and leader of the Burners to be writing a christmas list. While the others giggled abit, he was hard at work. Only he knew what was written, and each word had a special meaning to him. Even if it was a short list, he still felt that it was a good deal powerful. With a heavy sigh, he flipped his pencil over and erased something quickly before desperately trying to finish it before his non-existent deadline. When he finally finish and left the paper alone, the blonde programer took a look at it. Only one thing had been written. Just a simple sentence:
I wish we weren't divided.
Put your records on.
It was Chuck's first week in Motorcity and he was a nervous wreck. He had too ditch some old rules and learn new ones. Do this, don't do that. It made him dizzy trying to remember it all. With a heavy sigh, he tossed himself into the nearby couch next to his best friend, Mike. The tan male rose an eyebrow at the sight of his friend's distress, but suddenly got an idea that he thought was the ultimate cure-all.
"Do you want to listen to music?" His brown haired friend asked him quickly, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a pretty beaten up but still working Ipod.
"Your allowed to do that down here?" Chuck asked in surprise. "We're not allowed to listen to music in Deluxe."
"Sure, This is Motorcity after all, whats your favorite song?" Chuck paled a bit at this question, and quickly began to shake his head a little.
"I don't know any songs." He mumbled truthfully and embarrassedly as he dropped his head.
"Here, lets find you one." Mike suggested, putting in one ear-bud and handing Chuck the other.
And so went and entire afternoon of listening to every song on Mike's Ipod, searching for Chuck's favorite.
My Immortal.
The dream, or rather memory, was sickly sweet. It was another dream about my friend. The one that left me here all alone, without a friend or kindred spirit to speak or even think of. In the dream we were riding in the backseat of my parents car right before Kane outlawed them in Deluxe. Me and him, holding hands and laughing without a care in the world. Back when we were just happy children at play. This was the life I could never move on from, even with him gone and with me grown up. It was the life he left behind for Motorcity. It was the life that he left behind for me to regret every day.
"Why did you do it Mike... Weren't you happy here?"
Don't let me get me.
I looked in the mirror and saw her again. Her hidious red hair and dark eyes that held nothing but a sick and twisted lies, staring daggers into mine. Her bright lips curled up into an artificial grin as she studied her appearance once again. The K on her uniform stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of her blue vest, the same color as everyone else's. It marked her as one of them, someone no one could trust. She is someone I am afriad of. Someone who was going to get me one day and consume my very being until I was her through and through. That one day I could feel was soon unless I could stop her. Unless I could save me from myself.
