Hey so I just really liked the Gears of War 3 game a lot though I didn't get to play any other GoW games and I just absolutely love the character Baird a lot! :) But so anyways, I just really wanted to write a story with him and an OC of mine. This is my second story publishing (well maybe third because my other one was just to test something and I never followed through with it since it wasn't that great). Also, I kind of just left my account for a really long time so I haven't been able to update my other story so this story might end up being like my other story in which I leave it hanging for a really long time. So hopefully you guys like this.
Summary: Alix is a Stranded. Baird hates Stranded. Alix gets stuck with the Delta Squad, specifically with Baird. In a world where there is no more blue like Alix had seen in his mother's eyes and his own, Alix must survive and get back to his brother amidst the war with the Locusts and the Lambent while at the same time work together with Baird to get through it all. (BairdxOC) (MalexMale) (Rated M for a reason which will/may be revealed in later chapters) (PS: Alix is 19 years old)
As the boat steadily rocked in the waves, the metal walls of the dark and damp holding cell creaked and moaned at every movement. Inside the cell, sat a boy. He wore the typical stranded apparel though he had a cold hard scowl over his face like a mask as he stared at the cold metal walls.
Along his thin, pale white wrists were cuts and bruises made by the hard metal cuffs around his wrists. Dropping his hands down over his bent knees in defeat, he let the chains clatter on the floor. Dropping his head down, he let his light brown hair fall over his moonlit blue eyes.
Hearing a metal door slam right outside his cell, the young teen sprang up to his feet and hurried to the side of the door by the hinges. Then as he predicted, he heard some mechanical work on the other side of the door like that of a key opening a lock.
As the door opened slowly, he held his breathe and he steadied his pulse as he hid in the shadows behind the door. When the door swung out wide, a single boot entered into the dark and damp cell.
At the sight of the boot, the brunette teen shoved with all the strength that his thin and frail body could muster and rammed his shoulder into the door. The door hit something solid, prying a disgruntled grunt from the owner of the boot, along with a curse or two.
Quickly, the boy leaped out from behind the door at an almost blinding speed and without so much as glancing at the person behind the door, he leaped through a small space left between the doorway and the man behind the door who was now bent over and holding his injured arm.
Seeing the opening above the person, the boy swiftly jumped up over the crouching man. Using the man's back, he kicked off forcefully with one booted foot and delivered a swift jab with his other foot to the man's shoulder before propelling himself out into the hallway.
Now out in the hallway, the boy found himself surrounded by three other people. There were two women, one of them was Lieutenant Anya Stroud or something, if he remembered correctly, the other he hadn't seen. Next to them stood an intimidating looking man with dark skin. Surprised looks were plastered on all of their faces as the boy sprung out of the cell and out into the hallway.
IN a split second, He landed on the metal floor and quickly turned on his heels away from the people and pushed off into the direction of a flight of stairs that seemed to lead to the top deck of the boat. As he flew up the stairs, he could hear some shuffling behind him and the various voices in disarray as he flew up the metal stairs.
He flew through the various hallways following the soft subtle breeze of the salty sea air that he could taste in the back of his throat. He saw the surprised look of many people on the boat as he zipped through the various corridors as he made his way upward to the top deck. The scent of rust and metal mixed in with the smell of the salty sea filled his nose but the boy continued onward.
Then, he saw a door up ahead of him with light rimming the edges, piercing through the dim lighting of the boat. Clenching his fists and teeth, he bowed his head and threw his shoulder forward and braced for impact.
The metal door flung open as his light body rammed right into it. As he hit the open salty sea air, his brown hair whipped in the wind. Without so much as looking around to collect his bearings, he ran straight forward across the deck where he could see a rail.
With no intention of stopping, the young teen jumped up onto the railing and pushed off with his legs into the air. As he felt himself become weightless, he looked up to see the grayish clouded sky.
As soon as he had jumped, he felt someone grasp the back of his shirt firmly. Then, his frail body lost its momentary wings and plummeted down with only the hand behind him holding him up.
As he dangled their, his eyes looked down below him. Lapping up on the side of the boat was wave after wave of the murky, brown, ocean. His boots dangled below him risking a drop down into the lambent waters below.
With his adrenaline and pulse having calmed down, the teen lowered his head in defeat, realizing he hadn't escaped and the hand that was grasping the fabric of the back of his shirt reminded him of that.
Above his head, he could hear a gruff and audibly irritated, "God Dammit you brat, you wanna die or something?"
At that, the boy realized then that he probably would have died by some foul spawn of the lambent waters below had the man above him not grabbed him when he did.
The boy could hear the man above him sigh irritably and then he felt himself being lifted back up onto the boat. With his feet just above the deck of the boat, the man behind him still held him by the scruff of his shirt like a stray cat.
"Baird," Called out a deep baritone voice in a somewhat that sounded a bit familiar, "let the little vicious stranded go." With that, the blonde man behind him dropped the teen on his feet.
Turning around and keeping his back to the edge of the boat, he backed up so that his back touched the cold metal.
He watched as a more of these people came up. There was a large black man who stood there behind the blond man who the teen assumed was the owner of the other deep baritone voice. Then another man, this one with a helmet and tattoos on his massive-liking biceps, came up behind the two. The man looked every bit intimidating.
in fact, all three of the men looked every bit intimidating and every bit dangerous. Backing up further, the teen reached into his boot and pulled out a slightly rusted knife and brandished it in defense to the three large men in front of him.
"See," said the blond as he pulled out his lancer and aimed it at the boy's head, "and this is why we locked you up." The man in the helmet pulled out his gun as well, but the large black man put up his hands calmly, "Whoa now, hold up, we're not going to hurt you."
Though his voice was warm, comforting and almost fatherly, the teen had learned over the years not to trust anyone. With his heart racing, he eyed all three of the men and his surroundings as well, looking for a possible escape route.
That was when the two women showed up behind the men, both with their guns still in their holsters on their backs. One of them had dark hair and tanned skin to match and joked lightly in an Australian accent, "Nice kick their kid, you even pissed ole Baird off here. Good one on ya!"
The other woman, Anya, the one with fair skin and blonde hair tied up in a neat bun stepped forward with a kind yet worried look on her face. "Look," she said calmly, "We just want to help you, Alix"
The said teen perked up at the sound of his name and the grip on his knife loosened ever so slightly.
"Now," she said calmly stepping up to Alix and holding her hand out, "Why don't we talk for a bit?"
"Ha," said the other blond "You think that crazy stranded brat would do that?" The man's words reinforced Alix's grip on his knife ever so slowly until the large black man shoved him a bit, "Hey now Baird, the kid can do whatever he wants." 'Baird' Scoffed and he rolled his eyes "Yeah, like stab us all if we'd just let him."
Glaring at the blond man, Alix turned to the Anya and looked her in the eyes. He looked into the black of her blue eyes and studied them carefully, searching for any sense of danger or anger in them. But all he could find were kind and caring blue eyes that reminded him of his mother's own blue eyes that he hadn't seen in since . . . since a long time ago.
Loosening the grip on the knife, the teen placed the knife in the woman's open hand.
With that, the men lowered their guns and Baird moved in and grabbed Alix's frail cuffed wrists roughly earning him a glare from the shorter teen. "Now Baird," the Australian woman chided lightly, "Play nice with the little Stranded."
"Oh I will," he said, "I'll play real Nice." With that, the blonde man lifted up and threw the boy over his shoulders without so much as a grunt.
So hopefully you guys liked it, I'll try to get the next chapter up in a week or so or something but please review so I can get better and write more effectively! _