HEY YOU GUYS! Are you surprised to see me? OK if any of you are wondering; no, making a sequel to New War was not some random thing that I've suddenly decided to do, I have been planning this for friggin ages. I didn't say anything because I wanted to surprise you...so you guys better be surprised ;)
Anyway I know I already thanked some of you, but thanks so much to everyone who reviewed the finale and told me what they thought about that horrific thing that I did at the ending. I'd be lying if I said I didn't laugh like a manic villain whilst writing that -3- *teenie weenie shout out again to that guest who kept reviewing all my chapters, you're awesome!*
So *deep breath* here we go again! I don't own storm hawks although if I had the money I'd pay them to keep making episodes.
I really really really hope y'all enjoy what I've got in store for this fanfiction
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The humming of the Condor engine. Radarr's chirps. Endless laughter as Finn continued to make a fool of himself.
Aerrow had wished and dreamt of nights like this while surviving the zombie apocalypse. And now that he had it, it overwhelmed him. When he was with them, with his friends, looking into their happy oblivious faces; it was no less than magic. And on nights like this his cheeks would ache from the smile that beamed brightly non stop.
It was a Saturday night, and that meant game night for the Storm Hawks, something Aerrow had enforced after the wish making stunt.
Finn was now using straws to make ridiculous animal impressions, and even though it was silly, Aerrow admired him. Because Finn was never afraid to be or do whatever he felt like, and he didn't seem to care what people thought of him.
Stork was at the edge of the couch, with his knees tucked up to his chest, shaking his head at the blonde's adolescence.
These days, whenever the Merb would start preaching about mind worms and other disturbing tales of the night, Aerrow would never roll his eyes like he used to. Instead, he found himself silently thanking the pilot for his crazy paranoia.
Piper was sitting so close to the redhead that their shoulders were brushing. Much to his dismay, her knowledge of any kisses shared was non existent. He had held onto her all day when he first returned home, but so far no attempts had been made to ask the pretty navigator out.
And Junko, that lovable caring Wallop, was currently patting Finn playfully on the back, laughing the hardest at his friend's jokes. When Aerrow watched those two together, a hole in his heart made itself known. Because he had never felt what having a best friend all to himself was like, until...
The game night ended. Everyone was drowsy and yawning. Piper had won the game, Finn lost miserably, and as they all headed to their bedrooms he was groaning about how she must have cheated. Which she waved off with some sassy comeback, something that Aerrow couldn't help but smirk proudly at.
As soon as he was alone in his room, Aerrow's shoulders slumped and his head tilted down. He wandered over to his desk, his emerald eyes glazed with melancholy. This state was nothing new, he always felt like this when he was detached from the other Storm Hawks, because he had nothing to distract him.
There was a calender hanging on the wall above his desk. The Sky Knight sighed, picked up a pen and marked down another day with a big red cross.
His dry throat made it hard to swallow, his hand drew to his chest, clutching the Storm Hawk pendant tightly through his shirt.
"Oh god...has it been a month already?"
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Please review and let me know if you're glad I've made a sequel, and if you're looking forward to seeing what happens to our zombie survivor :)
I'll try to upload as quick as I can so...pfft ahahahaha yeah I know you won't hold your breath ^^"