I have been away for too long. My cause has suffered, my people died. All this, because I wasn't there when I was needed.

I have been away for so long. The world changed. Everything that I held dear has died. My group, my family. My newfound family of my Old man. My brother. My friend. My caretaker.

He was so much and all just one person. One person.

He was my brother. He teased me, fought with me, lectured me and trained me. He was my Old man. He was the only father I had. Didn't even knew my real one.

You can say what you want. But he did a fine job raising me. I became a good person. Trained by him. He taught me a way of living.

He trained in combat. His training was brutal, harsh, often I ended up with wounds. But I learned. I got stronger, better, faster.

His training made into a boy. But not just a boy. I was just twelve, but my strength, my speed, and stamina were above that of every normal person. Even my peers, at the end of their puberty had problems with me.

I could take a few grunts on myself. Despite being trained to heal.

When I woke up, I had problems standing on my own two feet. I got at the place where I had to be. A prison. I knew that the hackers were still somewhere active.

I couldn't fight alone. I needed to have an army to fight.

In a prison.

I sneaked in. I relied on the heavy stealth being taught by my father. A knife to a throat.

The good thing is with the Infinite Stratos. There are enough women, but not enough units. Even with the mass produced, only a custom built IS could really give me problems.

Not that I gave that chance. It was kill and work your way up. I was strong, I was unseen. I got in the place.

I saw how the men were treated.

Rallied up like cattle. Ready for the slaughter. Luckily, I had my place. I got in and got a few fighters free.

What a strange world we live in?

"Last time we saw you, you were a boy and the world came down. And now you're back from the dead to save the world. What the hell?" I grinned, seeing my group standing.

I got pulled into a hug. "What have been you doing, kid?" I looked to the six members of my gang. "Killing, electrocuting, punching Infinite Stratos pilots. Ready to get things back to working, lads." The six grinned.

"Okay, let's get rocking then." I looked to Kashal. "There'll be no fucking way that they haven't found out you're here and it will be a feast that we have to kill a few goddamn pilots." He threw his fists in his palm and made a grin. "Well then, who is ready for some good old-fashioned work?"

Erzof made his canon and I couldn't believe it. I needed an army and I already got my gang. I nodded. "Well then. Let's get out." I looked to them and first Tizof, Kashal and Izolf began to run. I followed them, with Erzof, Raton and Thazalof at my heels.

We have been trained to run and take out our enemies like that. A few pilots stood in the way. "Lads." I shouted. At his top speed, Tizof took a few pilots down and ran to the end of the hall. Izolf forced a pilot to use hand combat before gutting her like a fish. Kashal just punched an enemy in the wall.

Seems like even being locked up didn't do anything to these guys. They are warriors. Will always be. We ran and needed to get out.

If we could get out the prison, we would have a chance to live.

I looked behind and saw a group of women after us. I stopped and turned back, racing past my long fighters. I made a punch and blew away nearly forty pilots.

I turned to my lads. Whose mouths have been fallen open. "You really grew up to be a man." I walked back to them. "I can't be a boy anymore. They have thrown me off his shoulders. I have to stand now. On my own feet. The world requires a man. And I'll be the man."

Tizof swung his swords on his shoulders while Thazalof got his bow around his chest. "Well, better get out." I nodded and followed them.

Looks like they knew the way. I followed and looked around. The world I knew changed. Our city, the place where we spent time, the place where I hung around.

It has changed. The shops that I knew were gone. The old, I don't know, the way the city looked. It has become so futuristic, so modern, so changing. It doesn't fit in this place. Finally, we ended up in the place the guys needed to be.

The ports. I looked to the water.

"Guys, you wanna swim." I looked disbelieved to the idea. Swimming in the Shelde is suicide. "You jump." Was Kashal response before he jumped. "Or you are dead." Raton finished his brother sentence. Tizof, Erzof, Thazalof and Izolf followed them. I sighed. "If I drown, I swear I come back from hell to get you."

The water was cold and filthy. Not abnormal. Still, we used our Nanites. Good thing Devil taught me how to get oxygen like a fish. I had no idea how long it was we swum.

Nor the direction. The place we needed go. I had no idea. Finally, after what seemed hours, the guys began to less speed. I had an idea. A place where we would go. A place that has been destroyed for decades. First the normal politicians and after the Infinite Stratos.

No wonder that Doel and the polders are gone. After the Infinite Stratos came to power. Well, we didn't have pilots. Devil had forced our government to leave the idea behind. He offered his cause as an answer.

But yeah. After Devil was gone. It turned out I haven't too much left. We got out the water and walked in the town. "What is?"

"Welcome to your new home." Izolf said in a sarcastic tone. In the abounded church, he opened a stone. The floor beneath me got open and we walked in.

I knew a few things. My cause wasn't dead. Not yet. My friends were still alive. I was still alive. Time for me to do the things that I was supposed to do.

I'll wipe out Japan. I will destroy the Infinite Stratos. I will kill every last pilot in this world.

That isn't a wish, but a vow.

One I knew Devil would do.


Okay, this was weird, but I had to do this. As it will be most likely the only and sole update for this weekend. At least how things look now I guess.

This is a dark spin-off of my hacker fics like I mentioned before. It's not the first time. I just used another OC.

My first story is called Cold Revenge. Just mentioning if you're interested.

The things I said about Doel and the polders. Well, ask me and you'll find out.

I'm really surprised this month. I got ten thousand views. That is the highest amount and the double of my last month. Not even one story combined got already ten thousand views. Even in the past year I'm writing, I didn't get ten thousand views at one story.

Crazy.

Oh, something I want to mention. I'm not Engish, I'm Flemish. I'm decent at English, but it isn't my first language. Please forgive me if there are minor faults in it and please hold that in mine.

If you think that my writing is still bad and that I got spelling errors, I have used a progam. If that didn't work, sorry. I'm too stuborn in that case.

Well, nothing else to say.

Saluut.