Disclaimer, I only own Brad, Koga, and other original characters so lawyers be gone!
_This is a bit of a prologue to the story, it has some pretty gruesome scenes that's why the high rating
"Abc" speech
'Abc' thoughts
Chapter 1: A haunting memory
"Mom what's happening?"
"It's going to be alright Brad, just keep running! Don't look back just keep going"
"Where are you going? I want dad!"
"Dad's busy right now baby…'crash'…. You keep running I will catch up with you in a little bit, hurry try to find Thrasha, she will protect you….'there they are, torch this end. Don't let her get away' oh God no."
"No! Mom I can't just leave you and run. Where's dad, I think dads in trouble!"
"BRAD DON'T ARGUE! JUST RUN NOW! GO FAST!"
"But…"
She handed the young boy a sapphire blue pendant shaped like a bolt of lightning, and tuck it in his palms.
"Take this and run, I will explain everything when I catch up to you. Now GO!"
What is this thing …
The brown skinned boy stick around his neck and tucked it in his shirt, then ran as fast as his legs could carry him, his frayed cornrows whipping the back of his neck with every step…
Shouldn't Thrasha be with dad …
Flames ate at the buildings around him….
If I find dads dragon, I find dad…
BOOM, warehouses and storage buildings were erupting in flame. Including the 1 he just came from… that his mom was still in!
"MOM! OH GOD, MOM, PLEASE BE OK. I gotta find dad, he will know what to do. DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?"
The boy began to panic, frantically cry out for his father, sprinting down the street illuminated red and orange by the raging fires quickly spreading, consuming everything but the road itself.
Brad heard a loud sound and some voices coming from the next alley, … 'DAD!'… a sliver of hope returned to his eye as he raced to the alley…
DANG DANG...
…only to stop dead in his track at a terrible sound that froze his blood and paralyzes him in horror.
Thrasha let out a terrible cry of pain that rang through the street, echoing off of every solid surface it reached before the roaring flames and collapsing buildings.
The bi-pedal purple pack-class dragon stumbled into the street on weak legs, bleeding from multiple, clearly fatal wounds. Her right arm was broken, and her entire left side was badly burned. The last 13 inches of her tail were gone, now just a mangled bleeding wound of muscle tissue and bone in its place. She had large gashes on her face and a gaping hole in her chest. She looked up with her good eye and hazily saw Brad in the distance with the dramatic flaming scene in the background. Once she recognized who he was she let out a weak roar before collapsing to the ground in a bone-shattering crack!
"T-thrasha…. THRASHAAAAA!" the sound of the dragon's skull cracking on the pavement woke Brad from his shock.
He ran to the fallen dragon as fast as he could, struggling to breathe between sobs. When he finally reached her, he cradled her head and spoke quietly to her trying to revive her, as if to wake her from a deep sleep, but to no avail. The purple female had succumbed to her horrible wounds, and her head lay lifeless in his small arms.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! WHERE ARE YOU?"
Brad cried into the darkness of the night and the blaze of the flame begging to be answered.
Unfortunately though they were answered.
A loud crash in the alley to his right, the same one that Thrasha took her final steps from, made Brad jump behind Thrasha's corpse to hide from the ruckus his right shoulder was cut by one of Thrasha's spikes. He didn't even notice the pain because of the shock he was in.
He peeked over her body, tears still in her eyes, to that two large figures had fallen on and crushed the man who Brad guessed had been Thrasha's executioner with a blood curdling crunch. When his eyes adjusted to the poor light of the alley he saw that the larger figure was no other than his father!
A tall and muscular man, who could only be described as massive, struggled to his feet. His thick arms strong shoulders and broad chest seemed to take up the entire alley.
"Dad…" Brad spoke in disbelief, "DAD!" he yelled
Brads eyes began to light up but suddenly shrunk back as another, much less muscular, figure began to rise behind his father. Brad vaguely recognized the figure at first, and then he recognized it to be his father's best friend, a man Brad knew as "Uncle Vega".
Brad was almost over come with joy to see his father and uncle alive. As his father struggled to limp out of the alley toward his son, Vega picked something up off the ground as he stood a move that had him dreadfully confused.
"U-uncle…. V-vega…?" Brad stuttered in confusion. His words had just been loud enough for his father to here.
A terrified expression appeared on the large mans dark, scared, and bloodied face. He snapped himself around to see his "friend" weary but standing and with a modified green blasting gear in his hands.
"It's all over now Tyro. It ends NOW!" Vega said shakily but full of vengeance.
He struggled to aim the gear at Tyro but his fuzzy vision and wounded body wouldn't allow him to hold steady. He staggered back and forth between Tyro and Brad. When Tyro saw the weapon fall to his son he made a brash move and lunged at Vega. As Tyro made contact Vega fired his weapon, shooting a large green sphere clean threw Tyro's abdomen taking with it his liver, gal-bladder, and a large chunk of his intestinal tract, and smeared it into the pavement
"No…" Brad stared in shock as his fathers body flew threw the darkness now with a fist sized hole in his lower left side
"D-dad…"
Tyro's now lifeless body crashed into Vega, crushing him under his dead weight. The combined force of Tyro's massive body and the impact of them hitting the hard ground cause Vega's already broken ribs to skewer his lungs heart and diaphragm.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"