"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am so sorry..."

I didn't have the power. I hadn't the power to protect you. To tell you that we would be fine. That we would survive. Because I didn't have the power.

"Please...please, don't die, please..."

In my heart, I always thought that in our world there were no dangers. We could make it out in some way or another, but we could make it out for sure. That happened every time. We- no I, was blind by my confidence. I thought that everything was easy.

"Don't die on me….please, talk to me! Talk, dammit!"

But now, here we are, in a critical status. I was on them, waiting, wanting, well, hoping for an answer. A sign of life.

"...Why...you don't say something….Hey….say something...please!"

When something very bad happens in a peaceful condition, madness usually follows. Madness, and a deep, deep pain. That ''hell'' I was feeling this right moment. The truth is that ''hell'' was just a word. But I couldn't find another to explain, the pain I was suffering.

"No...it can't be...stop this act right now, you idiots...wake up..stop faking!"

I hate myself. I hate my weakness. Some leader I am. Heh. How can I be called ''leader'' when I can't even protect a member of my family? I am just a weakling.

"It...it is...it is all lies...you are my family….you are my friends….you..can't leave me here….please..don't leave me...don't leave me alone..."

We were on a mission, but S.T.O.R.M turned up, and unfortunately, we had to battle. Again, this time I thought that we would escape again. Yes, this was like a ''game'' to me. Our enemies weren't going to do us any bad. It was just a fight with vessels. With monsuno. When we were beating them, we were winning. We were proceeding. But I was wrong. This whole monsuno-battle thing, wasn't between monsuno's only. It was between the humans themselves.

"Guys….please...don't.."

From the start, it was a matter of life and death. Every time we fought, we were putting our lives on the line. By luck, we were always winning. So that's why we were still alive. If for once...we were losing...and if our enemies had the motive...that was the end of us. That happened today.

We lost to S.T.O.R.M. I thought that now, we had to leave, like always. Or in the worst, we had to surrender. But I never thought, that they...they could kill my friends. In front of my eyes.

"Don't leave meeee!"

It was a horrible image. They shoot them instantly, without hesitation. Without a sign of mercy, a mercy for human life. I saw my friends getting stabbed by the laser beams, their face in shock. They fell down on the ground, without showing the tinniest expression on their face. Only the shock. I was too shocked, in fact, I didn't even realized what happened. Everything was..like a dream. And now, me, crying like a baby on my friend's corpses, searching for a sign of life. I couldn't do anything to protect them. I wasn't even ready to get in the way, getting all the shots by myself. I could only stand there, watching, with my mind playing tricks with me. I was still crying, but then a soldier came to my way, and grabbed me by my jacket. He puled me up forcefully and dragged me to their side. He threw my to the ground with violence. I was covered in dust and dirt, and my eyes were in pain from my tears. I could see a bunch of soldiers on me, pointing their guns. I felt some hands searching me and trying to put me cuffs. But my attention was on my friends, who were still lying there, like they were sleeping. I was waiting for something to happen, a miracle, to watch them getting up from the dead. But that didn't happen. They were dead for sure. That thought gained me a second stab in my heart.

The soldiers grabbed me again from the ground and pulled me up. One actually punched me hard to the face.

"That for 'ya, little rat."

It was a very hard punch, well, my first punch to be precise. But I didn't know how I looked like; scared? Shocked? Injured? How? I bet that a blood line escaped my lip. I was so weak..again, in front of my enemies. I felt so embarrassed. They moved me at the direction of their vehicles. I was walking very grumpy, I was dizzy and shocked all together. Then I gasped for a moment. I started breathing heavily in anxiety. Cold sweat rolled my back. What would happen to me now? I lost my friends, I was alone….what S.T.O.R.M. would do to me? Kill me? Experiments? Prison? I didn't know! I was at their mercy. As we were heading at the vehicle closer and closer, my heart broke. Then from instinct, I stopped. The soldiers looked at me. One pushed me forward.

"Move!"

"I...I don't want! I don't want to go there! Please!"

That was the only thing I could come with that moment. I was scared, that was plenty reason for me to don't want to get bring in.

"There...must be another way!"

"Shut up and move, we have orders."

"No! No, no, no! I.."

"I said shut up, you rat! Life isn't a game! That is the consequence of your stupid actions! Grow up!"

"But...I..."

"I said move!"

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know to who I could relay on. I was by myself. I was alone. Suddenly, I realized something. The soldier was right. Life is hard, is unfair. I did some things, bad, and I needed to be punished. That how life works. I lowed my head in defeat. This was the end.

"Are...Are you going to kill me?"

"Not sure. We are ordered to bring you in, that's all."

I didn't want to face prison, experiments, anything. I wanted to be with my family again. I couldn't be on my own.

"No, I said I don't want!"

"Listen kid, a troop is sent to your father's place. Just now, they informed me that they killed him. The same goes for John Ace. Everyone is dead, except for you. What could you do out there alone? Nothing! You would die from starving, illness, you could be sold, raped, I don't even know what! That is what awaits you there!" he yelled at me.

His words hurt like a knife to my heart. My dad, and John too? No. This was a nightmare. I didn't want to listen these words anymore. I didn't want to hear the truth. I hated it. But, unfortunately, they were right. I couldn't do anything by myself.

"What...w-what am I g-going to do now?" I asked crying.

"We will bring you in, then...Commandant will decide. Maybe adoption...prison...death. I don't know. But you don't have any choice. Now, get on dammit!"

I was still shocked, but I did as he said. A new life awaited me from now on. A worse life. Maybe not even life. I was scared. I was scared of the future. I was scared by myself. I wanted someone to stand by me, telling me that everything would be fine, even if it wasn't, but still, I wanted to hear these words. My life sucks.

Then, I turned around, and grabbed a soldier's weapon. I pointed at my neck. I was ready to push the trigger, but they stopped me.

"What the hell?! Are you out of your mind?" one said, getting the weapon from me, and punching me at the stomach.

"W-why not?..You...were going to kill me..after all..Anyway...I think it's better dead. Please..kill me."

"You are crazy...I will fill a report at Commandant saying that you need to be put in an asylum or something. Are you happy with that?"

"No..I want to be killed, now! I hate my life! I don't want to be put in a crazy room! Kill me!" I yelled.

They were looking at me like I was crazy, like that my family's death shocked me so much that I had lost it. Well, I think. Maybe...I am crazy.

We had been already on the air, going at a base or something.

"Listen, we are going to get you at Commandant, and she will decide about you. If you want to be killed that much, I don't think she will have a problem with that." the soldier in front of me said. I looked out of the window, gazing the view. My eyes were tired.

"Why...why did you kill them?" I asked.

"We...eh.."

"They didn't do anything wrong...if someone was wrong, it was me..but, why they had to suffer this?" I cried.

"Our orders-"

"Oh, it's orders, then? Of course. That...makes logic. Yes...My friends...my dad..John...were killed because of orders...I get it…" I murmured.

"Look, I am sorry, but-"

"You couldn't do anything about it, right?" I glared him.

"Y-yes." he said.

"I see..."

That time, I could easily tell that my world was fading away, leaving behind a dream world, which I lived inside. Soon we reached the base. They were taking me at Charlemagne. At the corridors, for some reason, I was laughing. Mostly chuckling, but either way, I found it normal. After the "meeting" I was told that I was going to be put in some medical tests to confirm if I was staring to get crazy.

After the tests, I was brought something to eat, but I wasn't hungry. Instead, I had this weird- nausea feeling in my stomach. I was worried. I was scared. I was shocked. Yes, the shock was so big, that I didn't realize the main point. My family was dead. I saw them dying before my eyes. I didn't thought that. That it was the end, that I couldn't see them again. All this thinking made me dizzy. Maybe it was from the tests I was put into. A soldier was with me, I don't know why, keeping an eye on me because I was a prisoner here, or because I experienced the most brutal thing a kid could never see and I needed some person around me. Tsk. I wasn't a kid. I was grown up. A little. I didn't need anyone. Anyone...except the corpses I saw some hour ago.

Chapter one; complete! Next target...chapter two! Hope you enjoyed it! I am not sure how many chapters i will write, i was imaging it as a one-shot, but i will see what i can do.