Disclaimer: Why is this necessary? If I did own Cyborg 009, would I
honestly be writing this?
~* The Never Ending Fight
I stare silently at a gigantic city that stretched as far as the eye could see...or rather the ruins of that city. It was decimated by war and famine many years ago. It is now just a memory and a pile of useless rubble who's only purpose is to shield weary travelers until they regain enough strength to continue on towards whatever they deem as safety.
A sudden wind whips up and blows my long golden scarf in front of my eyes. I absently reach out and grab it. The scent of blood is strong. The remaining citizens of the city's initial destruction must have taken a stand against our enemy. It must have been their last. We were too late to offer aid...
I sigh heavily and turn away from the ruins then catch sight of my only friend and companion during these dark times. A fellow cyborg and Black Ghost's second prototype, 002 or Jet as he likes to be called.
"Hey Joe."
"Hey." I reply quietly
We stand in silence for a few minutes watching the sun set on the horizon, dying the ruins a deep red. The color of the blood spilt here since Black Ghost's domination. It seems so long ago. When Black Ghost dropped the atom bombs on all the leading countries of the world, eliminating all competition and throwing the world into mass chaos.
The only reason Jet and I were spared the destruction of our fellow 00 cyborgs was because we were out of the blast range. More specifically in the atmosphere. We thought we had defeated Black Ghost. That the terror had ended and we would pay for that peace with our lives. In reality we had just beaten another copy of him. Typical. He was very alive and had planned the whole thing. He thought that Jet and I were going to burn up in the atmosphere.
The first bomb hit that other cyborg's location. Jet had just enough fuel to prevent us from burning up in the atmosphere. The others were obliterated. We survived. We are the only ones that stand a chance against Black Ghost's armies, but we are too few. Perhaps our cause is lost. We no longer have the dolphin. We must travel by civilian craft or a hijacked enemy vehicle. We rarely reach a place of rebellion in time to be of any assistance other then helping the survivors live another day.
Jet breaks the silence "The old man...he died. But he told me the location of a lab were rebels are developing cyborg technology. We should check it out."
I look over at him and smile for what seems the first time in a long while.
"Yes we should."
Huzzah! Another wonderful story, compliments of the almighty Twilight Canel. Comments are appreciated. This might be a one shot...depending on my imagination and whether it dies after this...
Anyway reviews are welcome!
~ Twilight Canel
~* The Never Ending Fight
I stare silently at a gigantic city that stretched as far as the eye could see...or rather the ruins of that city. It was decimated by war and famine many years ago. It is now just a memory and a pile of useless rubble who's only purpose is to shield weary travelers until they regain enough strength to continue on towards whatever they deem as safety.
A sudden wind whips up and blows my long golden scarf in front of my eyes. I absently reach out and grab it. The scent of blood is strong. The remaining citizens of the city's initial destruction must have taken a stand against our enemy. It must have been their last. We were too late to offer aid...
I sigh heavily and turn away from the ruins then catch sight of my only friend and companion during these dark times. A fellow cyborg and Black Ghost's second prototype, 002 or Jet as he likes to be called.
"Hey Joe."
"Hey." I reply quietly
We stand in silence for a few minutes watching the sun set on the horizon, dying the ruins a deep red. The color of the blood spilt here since Black Ghost's domination. It seems so long ago. When Black Ghost dropped the atom bombs on all the leading countries of the world, eliminating all competition and throwing the world into mass chaos.
The only reason Jet and I were spared the destruction of our fellow 00 cyborgs was because we were out of the blast range. More specifically in the atmosphere. We thought we had defeated Black Ghost. That the terror had ended and we would pay for that peace with our lives. In reality we had just beaten another copy of him. Typical. He was very alive and had planned the whole thing. He thought that Jet and I were going to burn up in the atmosphere.
The first bomb hit that other cyborg's location. Jet had just enough fuel to prevent us from burning up in the atmosphere. The others were obliterated. We survived. We are the only ones that stand a chance against Black Ghost's armies, but we are too few. Perhaps our cause is lost. We no longer have the dolphin. We must travel by civilian craft or a hijacked enemy vehicle. We rarely reach a place of rebellion in time to be of any assistance other then helping the survivors live another day.
Jet breaks the silence "The old man...he died. But he told me the location of a lab were rebels are developing cyborg technology. We should check it out."
I look over at him and smile for what seems the first time in a long while.
"Yes we should."
Huzzah! Another wonderful story, compliments of the almighty Twilight Canel. Comments are appreciated. This might be a one shot...depending on my imagination and whether it dies after this...
Anyway reviews are welcome!
~ Twilight Canel
