Why

A/N I don't own Storm Hawks.

Dark Ace looked up into Aerrow's emerald eyes then glanced at the blue blade held to his throat. "Well? Aren't you going to kill me? Aren't you going to avenge your father and the rest of those pitiful fools?"

Aerrow stared down at him. "Why? Why did you do it? How could you betray them?"

His crimson eyes narrowed. "Why? My reasoning is something you'd never be able to understand, Aerrow."

"Try me."

"If you could understand, you wouldn't be asking the question." Dark Ace met Aerrow's glare with one of his own. "When I betrayed them, I heard what people said about me. They thought that I had a dark past. They thought that maybe I was abused as a child, that I didn't know how to handle the love that the Storm Hawks gave to me. They thought that I was nothing more than an angst ridden, conflicted child! But do you know what?"

Aerrow just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"They're wrong! My parents weren't killed when I was young, they didn't abuse me. I grew up normally with two parents who loved and cared for me! I didn't do it because I was angry at the world! I did it for one and only one thing. Are you beginning to understand?"

Aerrow shook his head.

"I'm evil, Aerrow! That's all there is to it. Cyclonia offered me power that I could never obtain with the Storm Hawks. I never questioned my decision to kill them! My only regret was not doing it sooner!"

Aerrow's eyes widened. "No, that can't be the reason... No one can be that evil, Dark Ace. Not even you."

Dark Ace laughed. "You see? I told you that you wouldn't be able to understand. My name is Dark Ace, Aerrow. Dark Ace. Remember that." He brought his foot up and slammed it into Aerrow's wrist, sending the sword flying. He mounted his skimmer while Aerrow dove for the blade and flew away, still laughing.