Never let them take the light behind your eyes!
A fellow soldier, with his head drooped in defeat, stood before Demolition. "We've failed another one. Only a few of us got out alive." He slightly choked on the "alive", as a tear started gathering in his right eye.
Demolition let out a disappointed sigh. "Three cheers for tyranny," he muttered bitterly while shaking his head frustration. Our battle against Better Living Industries isn't getting any better; If only those brutes could just… go burn in hell! A rush of hatred and grief came to his head as he remembered the day of his father's tragic, quiet funeral, his sister and mother's brokenhearted weeping, and his overall misery. From the day his father was tragically killed on the battlefield, the war was going downhill.
Demolition belonged to Dead Pegasus, a rebellion group that originated from a company by the same title. Extremely despising BL/ind and their tyrannical brainwashing ways, Dead Pegasus decided to disregard their past non-violent ways, and throw themselves into a hostile war. DP's main base is located within the deserts of Australia, a large chunk of land surrounded by sea. The country is constantly under attack by their enemy, since DP is their main blockade to success. Now, Demolition wasn't native to Australia, and used to live in a small town named Monroeville, known for its late dawns and early sunsets. Every night, his family would lie on the soft green lawn, and give a kiss to the methane skies. Life was pretty much perfect, just like Demolition's favorite scenes up on the screen. However, the evil Better Living Industries soon rampaged through the peaceful town, and when their family heard about Dead Pegasus and their fight against the mega-corporation, they decided to flee to the main base and join the conflict. At first, his side seemed to be winning, but ever since those BL/ind filths somehow managed to gain a shitload of reprogrammed men (well… more like robots) and manufacture enough weapons, Dead Pegasus have been continuously losing battles. Even with exceptional tactics, they were simply overpowered. Better Living Industries had expanded with at least fifty million men; that's more than twice the entire population of Australia. Of course, DP did have their allies, but even with support coming from many directions, they were still frankly outnumbered. Demolition constantly wished those innocent victims would just realize how cowardly they were being by accepting the daily mind-washes of BL/ind, and following all the orders those pieces of shit gave them. It's as if for each one of Dead Pegasus soldiers, there's now an army of them.
Demolition did have a given birth name, but he preferred to use his nickname "Demolition" instead, as if to one day demolish Better Living Industries. BL/ind had torn his family apart; just a few months before his family's flee to Australia, his brother was manipulated into joining the mega-corporation, only to be mistakenly killed on the battlefield by their father, who was then slain in the same battle. His loathe only grew even more when the Draculoids murdered his best friend, Jake, in their second-ever massacre on Union land. Demolition swore to abolish Better Living Industries someday, and make them pay for all the things they did to destroyed life.
His sister, Helena, was the only family he had left, as their mother had passed away a year ago, due to the family's heredity of cancer. He was crushed when he found out his mother had been diagnosed with the deadly disease, and her funeral was easily one of the darkest moments in his life. At the burial, the misery was to the point where tears couldn't even flow out of his eyes. He was simply… frozen. All he could do was numbly stare as his mother was lowered into the ground, while his inner turmoil nearly choked him to death. Strangely, sometimes he'd still get the feeling that his mother is watching over him; perhaps that was why he's still alive, despite all the battles and turmoil he's been in.
Anyways, the past is the past, and he knew not to think about it. There was no time to dwell on his pathetic little miseries; he had to make a change and fight this war. Plus, his sister was at his side; Helena- young, beautiful and fearless, yet so gentle when it came to the people she loved. Before his mother died, he'd promised to her that he will keep his younger sister safe.
Other than Helena, there was another person Demolition couldn't afford to lose. Emily was a valuable comrade, but more so, he had… deeply personal feelings for her. Her presence always soothed him, though she probably isn't aware of his attachment and fantasies towards her. Demolition hoped that she loved him back, and if they both make it out of this war alive, maybe they'll drive on, 'till the end of everything…
Hmmm… should they be called "Demolition Lovers"? After all, if the war is to end, they most likely would have destroyed Better Living Industries together. If only she knew how much he wanted to show her she's the only one...
In one of the huge living complexes of DEAD PEGASUS, Demolition and Emily were leaning side by side on a wooden desk in an air-conditioned office. There was an awkward, unpleasant silence crawling between them; Demolition wanted to be by her, but every time he nudged towards her, he would be overwhelmed by shyness. Emily silently blushed as Demolition stared blankly into the wall. "So… is there anything you actually needed to see me for?" She asked as she quickly turned away.
Demolition was hesitant to respond. "…no…" he whispered quietly, his cheeks flushed with a bright, discomforting red. Sighing, Emily headed for the door. "I'm sure we both have work to get done with."
Just as she was about to step out, the closed door flew open and out came a panting Andy, rushing in and almost slammed Emily to the ground. "Watch it!" She scolded him, annoyed. Amused, Demolition chuckled; Emily angrily glared back at him.
Andy ignored the two, pushing his hands against his knees and trying to hold himself upright. "You two are… supposed to report… to the… main… base immediately," he rasped as his lungs gasped for oxygen. "You… guys are on a mission to invade the… west coast of North America… report… immediately… don't pack… go right… this instant…!"
"Are you coming?" Demolition urgently asked Andy. Gulping, Andy shook his head, while Emily immediately headed out the door (still trying to hide her obvious blushing). Finally, Andy caught his breath. "Kid, at first I tried to object this invasion, but clearly that failed. Fuck." With a loud pang, he slapped himself in the leg.
Demolition casually snorted, trying to hide the fury and revenge rising inside him. At last! "Well, we gotta do that someday. Aren't we against BL/ind-controlled North America?"
"Well, I suppose… Anyways, I gotta go. I'll miss ya," Andy told Demolition, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder. "Stay safe."
Demolition replied with an exaggerated, faked wink, "thanks. I should leave now." He stepped out of the room, and after the coast was clear, he snarled with excitement. Time to wreck those filthy bitches, he thought with a smirk. Then, remembering to report to the main base, he hurriedly chased after Emily, who was almost out of the building.
After Demolition stormed off, Andy muttered to himself, "Demolition, good luck on the invasion, and try to stay alive… I'm tellin' you, it's a suicide mission."