Disclaimer: I dont own Mechassualt or n e mech of n e type.
Comments:Thnx Shadow Sammie 4 helpin me wit my prologue. Can u guyz leave a review so i no that sum1z reading my lame stories. Leave sum tipz n advice cuz i no i need it. I no no mechs yet dont worry mechs and destruction in the next chappie.
The Promise
Mike and Jason were best friends though they didn't have much in common other than they went to the same school, Olif Public School, in the same grade, 7, lived on the same planet, Flint Sector IV, in the same galaxy, Inner Sphere.
Jason was a sports jockey. All the girls liked him. In fact, everyone liked him. Mike was all about science fairs, books, you know, that type. He was almost so transparent that barely anybody noticed him. If it weren't for Jason, people could probably walk right into him and not even notice it. They hung out together, did homework together, they were like brothers.
At recess, Jason stayed away from the popular crowd just to hang with Mike. They sat on the swings and see who could swing the fastest...which was of course hard because the Artifitial Gravity at OPS was the craps.
Every few seconds Jason would look to the side, but not at Mike, but at Seija, and, according to Jason, the hottest girl in Sector IV. Her beautiful, long, straight, maroon hair grazed out from behind her.
Mike looked to the side to see what he was looking at, although he already knew.
""Promise me something...," Mike said as soon as he turned his head back straight.
"Anything," Jason cut in.
"That no matter what happens, we'll still stay friends," Jason motioned a little towards Seija, passing a hint.
"Yeah, no matter what," Jason answered truthfully.
"No matter who we meet or what kind of connection grows."
Jason glanced Seija again. "You talking about her?"
Mike looked at the ground, ashamed that he had to be assured, "Yeah."
"Listen, man, no matter what happens or how it happens, I always got your back."
Mike let out a weak smile. He trusted Jason more than anyone else, but a shade of doubt rushed over him in those passing moments.
That night, as he slowly drifted to sleep with his thoughts of 'mechs and, for the most part, Seija and Mike, other thoughts invaded his dream.
"Jason! Please don't...Help!"
There was blood everywhere. Blood covered Jason whole body. He had his foot stepped on a body missing it's limbs. It wasn't Mike. It was...who was it? He could hear the faint whisper of his own voice, "I swear my revenge..." His insides tore at him. He felt sick. Screaming, hate, death, vengeance…Regret.