Obsession
A/N I don't own Storm Hawks. This story was the winner of my poll. I'll probably get to writing the rest of them eventually though...
"If you live, you win. And, just so you know, I never lose."
"This is the part where I claim victory." He held the crimson blade just inches from his throat. "But since you're young, I'll allow you a lifetime to savor your defeat."
His crimson eyes glittered as he raised his blood red blade. "This time, no mercy."
He woke up screaming. Sitting up, he held his head in his hands and squeezed his emerald eyes shut, trying to block it all out. But closing his eyes proved to be a mistake, for it caused his nightmares to flash before his eyes once again. Opening his eyes again, he hugged his knees to his chest and let out a small whimper.
His eyes darted toward the door as it opened and he jumped to his feet as he saw the dark outline. It was his silhouette. Reacting instinctively, he snatched his blue blades, which cast the room in eerie shadows.
Blinking, he realized that no one was there. He turned off the energy blades and fell onto his back, trying to get control of his nerves. "Everything's okay..." His voice seemed to echoe back to him, sounding strangely empty.
Aerrow was no stranger to nightmares. Recently, he had been having them every night. He would have expected that he would be used to them by now, but as time went on, they began getting worse and worse...
Looking away from his shaking hands, he looked toward the door hoping that Piper or Finn or Junko would come through the door telling him that it would be alright. Even Stork would be welcomed at this point. But the Condor remained eerily silent. Even the normal clinks and clangs seemed to have stopped.
No one was coming to see if he was alright. No one knew that something was wrong. Even if they did, they wouldn't understand.
Getting up, he opened his door. He would go talk to Finn... No, he decided, closing the door again. He couldn't talk about this with Finn, or anyone else. "I have to deal with this myself... No one can help me..."
Sitting back on his bed, he closed his eyes, thinking. Why was he having these nightmares? What was he afraid of? Was he afraid of dying? Of failing his friends? Or of the Dark Ace himself? There were a lot of questions, but there was one thing he did know. He had to defeat Dark Ace once and for all.
"He has to die, and I'm the one who has to kill him."
He was infuriated. Why? Why was that punk better than him? Why couldn't he defeat him?
Dark Ace's crimson eyes narrowed. He would have to train harder. That was the only solution.
"You're training too hard, Dark Ace," Master Cyclonis commented as she watched him destroy a training dummy.
Sighing, he pulled his shirt back on. "It's the only way to defeat Aerrow, Master. I have to..." He glanced back at the destroyed dummy. "And we'll be needing another one of those..."
"Why do you care about Aerrow so much? He's only a minor irritation to our plans..."
"No one defeats the Dark Ace," he replied. "No one. I never lose!"
"No one can win all the time," Master Cyclonis commented dismissively. "Not even you."
He glared at the ground. The master was wrong. He would win. He had to. If he managed to kill Aerrow, it would prove that he was the best.
"He has to die, and I'm the one who has to kill him!"
A/N The chapters on this might vary from drabble size to something longer... Anyways, I hope you like this!