Humanized version;w; meaning it has exclusive words like hands and fingers. Remember this story didn't really happen in the other fics. Or else everything wouldn't work out. It's like an alternate universe, while all the other fics are in one world, save FFF:DS?
Super rated T for violence.
Blue Hour Rebellion
Three days.
Three days of battling with the Banned and so many buildings and places were completey trashed beyond recognition. Civilians and agents alike were injured, things were stolen, all the rules were broken. This wasn't a battle of who was right, it was a war to decide who would get to remain on the Island.
...why?
L stared at the sky between her fingers, lost deep inside her thoughts. After a moment she let her arm drop to the floor on which she was lying.
"Hey, Kile...why is this happening?" She asked quietly.
The agent continued to stare over the roof of the Theatre as he kept a vigil watch for any 'Banneds' that might approach the Plaza and attack it. It had been confirmed after a day of battling it out with the mobs of Banned: the Plaza, the Mine and all the underground rooms were 'Inlaws' territory while the Ski Village and the Beach were claimed as the 'Outlaw's ground. The wrecked Town, Docks and Cove were either no mans' land or still battlegrounds.
"You know perfectly why," Kile sighed as he walked over to the other side of the Theatre roof, "Herbert." His eyes slid over to the direction of the Ski Mountain, where the remaining smoke from the burnt EPF building hung in the sky like a dark, sullen stain in the air. It was a good thing that the Command Room had firm barriers and locks; the Banned hadn't been able to hack their way in. If that had happened, then they would lost their trump card to the rebels. Another fact to be grateful for was that all the kids had been safely taken away to Swashbuckler Island to before the Banned had burned the remaining boats.
L sat up. "No, I mean, why are we fighting? There's going to be nothing left soon if this continues for long!" She buried her face in her hands. "Nothing but rubbles and dust...what's the use?"
Kile spared a glance at the distraught agent struggling with her own inner conflicts. May was the dreamy, peace-loving and sentimental personality, in stark contrast with twisted June who screamed ruthless destruction and love of insanity. In such a time like this, May wasn't going to be able to fight the Banned; the notion of shooting penguins like herself, even when it was with 'sleep pops', sickened her to the stomach.
"We can't let them get away with this. If we did leave the island to them, it wouldn't stop them from wanting to go attack other islands, other places," he said after a long minute of thinking, "Then we would be the ones responsible for not stopping them in the first place. It's our duty."
"I guess you're right," L nodded reluctantly as she scrambled to her feet and dusted her jeans.
Kile put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "Cheer up, girl. Maybe it'll end soon. Gary's thinking up a plan to put a stop to Herbert."
L let a tiny, dry smile grow on her face.
"Yeah..."
The sound of a jet pack made them turn their heads skywards.
"Is that Jet Pack Gu-?" L squinted.
The figure descended abruptly.
"Oh shint, it's a Banned!" Kile yelled. He had forgetten that the rebels had the jet packs in the Lighthouse. "Get down! Get down!"
L was paralyzed with fear for a blink before she scrambled away. The person landed on the Theatre roof. Kile grabbed his sleepgun and aimed it on him.
"Oh, don't be so hasty, my friend," the person grinned. He had a scissor held to L's throat.
Kile cursed under his breath. This was getting shuck out of hand. The drone of more jet packs meant the appraoch of more of Herbert's Rebel mob.
L could feel her blood pounding in her veins.
Oh no oh no oh no oh no, her mind reeled in repeat from fear.
Her sweaty fists clenched.
If only I could...
She bit her bottom lip.
Carp carp carp carp! L scrunched up her face.
I can't be a hinderance to Kile, I...c'mon, flip -!
The rebel leered at Kile. "Put down your gun or else..."
"Alright! Fine!" Kile cautiously lowered his weapon.
"That's it, kee -" the rebel's words were cut off suddenly when L grabbed his arm, twisted it behind him visciously and booted him to the ground.
"Ack!" He screamed before L dealt a quick chop on his neck, knocking him out instantly.
"LovelessHart...?"
L flicked the hair out of her eyes and licked her bleeding lip.
"Pssssssssshff, perv. Who do you think you're touching?" she scoffed, giving the unconcious man on the ground a none too gentle kick in the ribs.
"June?" Kile winced.
She looked down at him, offended.
"Who else can kickbutt like I do?"
"Right."
More rebels dropped onto the Plaza. Kile blew the whistle, sounding the alarm, although the others were already warned by Rookie who had been standing guard on the Plaza below. L grabbed her sleepgun.
"Time for some fun," she announced sinisterly as she closed one eye and aimed with sniper-like precision.
Ba ba bang!
Immediately three rebels were knocked out by the sleep pops exploding on their chests. The agent reloaded while still scanning around for more targets. Kile was doing his job pretty well too. Beneath, other agents were defending the Plaza and the entrance to the Underground where the rest of the civilians were hiding in. Everyone was going all out.
It was just the beginning of another flare of battle between the two opposing sides, EPF and Herbert's Rebels, but who will win in the end...?
The future seemed as uncertain as a rippling reflection on the surface of dark, murky waters.
REVIEW IF YOU WANTZ ANOTHER CHAP. I've still got an idea or so left, enough to maybe continue this. So yeah say something! Don't be lazy or else I'll slack off to the dark side again X( !
