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Author's Note: Hey everyone! I decided to finally get a new Zoids fic up! This one isn't a collaboration fic, so the updates may take a little longer. I will try to do my best to not neglect this! It's one of my favorites actually :3. I will warn you now. This fic is not like my other ones. It's dark, angsty, has lots of blood and character deaths in it! If you don't like any of that, then please don't read! I do not want to hear anything about it since I have warned you! Other than that, please enjoy! :)
Summary: It's been seventeen years since the defeat of the Death Saurer. Things had been quiet and peaceful until a year after the monstrosity's defeat. A new military power has come onto the scene, wreaking havoc for their 'New World Order'. Their true motives remain unknown to the Guardian Force, who fight against them at every turn. The GF had been winning most of the battles until a very familiar Zoid came onto the scene seven years ago… They had steadily losing battles and faith as their forces were torn to shreds…
ϔ That Dream Again…ϔ
It was a peaceful morning. The birds were already singing their morning songs; the sun's golden hues were bathing the land in their warm glow, causing the flower fields to turn golden in return. The soft pinks were just starting to disappear from the sunrise as it reached its peak, which woke the little family that had settled in the golden flower field. It was a peaceful, secluded place where no one would bother them, which is just what they wanted.
The two adults were first awoken by the sun's rays, but promptly ignored them, wanting to sleep just a little longer before they day started. Their peaceful resting didn't last long, however. From just down the hall they could hear their child start to wake up, the quiet giggling and cooing soon escalated to shrill shrieks of laughter from whatever it was that was entertaining him. Both parents sighed quietly, knowing that it was now time for them to get up. The woman crawled closer to her husband, giving him a soft kiss to wake him up, "Come on dear… It's your turn to get him ready for today," she said softly, yet sweetly.
The man turned slightly to dace his wife, smiling softly. "Alright… We'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes," he replied, kissing her back. She broke the kiss when she heard their son getting louder. She smiled sweetly at her husband before getting up and heading downstairs to start on breakfast. The man sighed quietly before getting up as well. However, instead of going downstairs, he headed down the hallway to his son's nursery. The nine month old was kicking and flailing around in his crib, giggling and cooing at the mobile that was hanging over him. The man walked over to his son's crib and peered down into it, watching his son with a smile. When the baby spotted his father did he get louder, cooing at him and reaching up to him to be picked up. The man didn't hesitate to pick the child up and get him ready for the day. That was a hassle in and of itself, since his son wouldn't stay still for more than two seconds. Eventually though, did he get his son dressed and they then headed downstairs.
The child giggled the entire way down the stairs and had even grabbed a hold of his father's hair and pulled on it…sharply… The man bit back a yelp before he tried to pry his son's tiny fingers from their hold. Their son had just recently started to pull on their hair, a phase they had told themselves. He would out grow it…soon they hoped. The man could hear his wife giggling at him as she set the table. He sighed quietly, still working at getting his son to release him. He finally managed to do so, and when he did, did he set the nine month old in his high chair. The child started banging on the tray top, babbling and cooing at his parents. His mother would coo back to him while his father tried to resist doing such an action, but failed miserably.
The commotion that was going on in the kitchen eventually brought out the family's 'pet'. "Hey -," the man greeted. The 'pet' walked over to where the man was seated and nudged him as his way of saying 'morning', before going over to where the child was. The 'pet' absolutely adored the child, and said child loved to play with the 'pet'.
Breakfast went by smoothly, with their son only getting mildly messy. The boy's mother cleaned him up with a wash cloth before getting him out of the highchair. She took him to the living room and set him down so then he could crawl around. Her husband had already set up the safety gates when he had went upstairs to change and get the cereal out of his hair… The child had crawled around, playing with the family's 'pet', giggling and laughing brightly. His mother had gotten most of his toys out, but he didn't seem all that interested in them. When she saw that did she sigh and go back to the kitchen to grab some of her pots and wooden spoons for him to bang on. And sure enough the young child did just that, causing a racket that the young man could hear even upstairs and in the shower…
The rest of the morning went by more peacefully and quietly. Their son had gotten sleepy so his mother had picked him up and taken him back upstairs to put him down for a nap. Her husband and their 'pet' were in the kitchen, prepping a few things for the picnic that they were going to go on later that after noon. As he was packing the last few items that they would need did a knock come at the kitchen door.
The man turned and glared at it. No one knew where they were… They had chosen this spot for that very reason. He calmed himself down slightly. It was probably just a traveler who had gotten lost. He heard his 'pet' growl lowly as another knock came at the door. He started to grow uneasy again… Figuring that it would be best to just open it and see just who it was did the young man go over to the door. He opened it slightly and looked out, not liking what he was seeing. A small army of Zoids had gathered on his land, most were just transport Gustavs, but there were a few that had him worried… His attention refocused on the person that was now approaching his back door. They were entirely clad in black and the only thing that set him apart from the others was the faux military badges and medals that adorned his chest. The black clad man stopped in front of him before smirking darkly.
"You didn't really think that you could hide from us forever now did you -?" he asked smugly.
The younger man glowered slightly, "I've already told you before; I have no interest in joining you. Now, kindly remove yourselves from my property before I have to do so for you," the younger said, as he was going to slam the door shut. A black boot prevented him from doing so, however.
"Tsk, tsk. You see -, we won't take 'no' for an answer," the black clad man said, smirking as he brought a nine mil to the younger's chest. The younger man narrowed his eyes at the older man, but didn't back down. That caused the black clad man to roughly jab the gun barrel into the younger's chest, making him move away from the door, which was opened further to allowed more people into his kitchen. More guns were aimed on him, machine guns the younger noticed, which caused his 'pet' to charge at the intruders. The black clad man clicked his fingers and an electrical net was fired, catching and incapacitating the younger's 'pet'.
"Take it outside and put it in one of the containment units," the older man ordered. That caused the young man to grow angry. He went to stop the black clad soldiers from taking his 'pet' but was stopped in his tracks when fifteen machine guns were trained onto him. He could only watch as his friend was dragged outside and out of his sight.
"Now…for the last time -; Are you going to co-operate with us?" the black clad man asked coldly.
The young man took in his options, which weren't many… His family needed him… He had no desire to fight for their 'cause'. It must have shown in his face because the next second he heard; "That's too bad -. We had hoped that you'd co-operate with us. Oh well… We'll just have to 'find' someone that's more willing." There was the deafening sound of the man clicking his fingers again, before the sound of machine guns going off reverberated through the little valley of flowers…
The young man screamed bloody murder, feeling the many shots tear through his body, and he wasn't able to anything to stop it. The force of all the shots that were being strewn through his body was enough to push him back against one of the kitchen walls, where he was all but paralyzed as they continued to shoot at him. He felt warm blood start to ooze from his mouth as he sputtered slightly, choking on it. He could hear his wife screaming in terror, his son crying from all the confusion, noise and as a reaction to his mother.
The shots stopped suddenly and the young man slid down the wall slowly, leaving behind a smeary bloody trail. There was blood everywhere… It practically covered the entire kitchen… His body was completely red as his life's blood spilled from the many, many wounds. Miraculously though, he was still alive, but only just… He could still hear his wife screaming, his son crying, both terrified. He heard his wife start to scream something else to someone before hearing a single shot ring through the house. A quiet 'thump' followed. His wife wasn't screaming anymore… He could hear his son still crying though, before he too was 'silenced'.
He watched with blurred vision, his vision was blurred from the tears that were spilling from his eyes, the blood that was dripping into them from his wounds and from his fading life, as pair of black combat boots stopped in front of him. He looked up to the black clad man slightly, not really able to see his face any more… However, he could see the black gun barrel that he was now looking down quite clearly. It was the last thing that he saw as the man pulled the trigger... A single shot rung throughout the now deadly quiet valley, startling the few birds that were left into taking flight…
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A pair of wide violet eyes suddenly revealed themselves as they frantically searched around the dark room. There was nothing there… There never was…
'…it's that Dream again… …that Dream that has plagued me ever since I could remember… Not a night has gone past when I haven't had it… …well…I shouldn't say every night… …I don't have it when I'm unconscious…' the youth mused.
The dulled violet eyes looked around the room again, searching the shadows for any sort of threat. There wasn't any threat though… There never was… It was just something that had been drilled into his mind since he had been young… It was second nature… It was a comfort place… It was all that he had…
The youth shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable on the hard ground again. There was no way he'd be going back to sleep, and even if he did he'd just be plagued by that Dream again… He looked up to his small, barred, window and saw the pale lights that signaled dawn was almost there.
'…Besides…it's almost dawn… They'll be coming down to get me soon for my training… There's no point in going back to sleep now…'
The youth was right… A few minutes later, just when the sun was about to rise, did someone come to collect him. It was just another day in his hellish life… Just another day of training his body, mind and piloting ability… They had stepped it up a little in the last few weeks thought… Apparently there was a big battle with the Guardian Force coming up…
'And they need me,' the youth smirked darkly…
Author's Note: Hoped you all liked this! And yeah, character death right off the bat… Two character deaths actually ^^; Just who is this youth that we're going to be following? You'll just have to wait and find out. And just how will the Guardian Force prepare for this battle? Again, you just gotta wait to find out! Please Review! They make my day! :)