Whew! Lots of shit has happened recently! I, for one, am happy it's all pretty much over! Got my G.E.D. and I'm going to college next semester! My major will be English, and my minor in History. Teaching FTW~ Well, I was reading through everything, and realized I really, really, REALLY need to get back into writing. So now that I'm settled, got my radio, and the sun, I'm good to go.
No distractions! None! What-so-ever~!
Lawl, we'll see how this goes. But I plan on writing every morning, when I wake, so hopefully this will go great. Wish me luck, yo. :B
xXx"Past mistakes now beckon closure.
What was lost will soon be found.
Nailed by sin the blood has broken chains that held us deeply bound."
Draw Me
hellrider: leviathan of the skies
Axel stretched, as he blinked slowly, looking up at the same bunk above him, for what seemed the millionth time in a row. Not that anyone slept in the cot above him. In a ship meant to hold five hundred, with only three passengers, you'd think he could get one of the better rooms. You'd think. But, no. He was given the room closest to the brig. And the furthest from the communal bathrooms. That no one used.
Grunting in annoyance, Axel scratched behind an ear, and blinked slowly, feeling the hair bunch under his fingers, pulling his hand away, to find he was slightly shedding. Brilliant. Must be spring on the moon. Or close to it. Which meant Winter down here would soon be fast approaching. He so, did not need to be thinned out in his coat, when he needed it the most. Reaching to slap the hat back on his head, he stopped, an blinked, before leaving it on the dresser by his cot, and standing, moving in the small room down to the small hub window, and pushed it open, to look outside. He couldn't see anything as far as he knew, out his window. Didn't mean there wasn't something on the other side.
Suddenly eager to see where they were at, he turned to run quickly out of the room, fixing his loose breeches, and pulling the suspenders higher up onto his shoulders, tail whipping around behind him, aiding him as he ran smoothly through the halls, his bare feet padding down the metal floors, making a soft echo. Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter.
Luxord heard the feet long before Axel joined him on the brig. Ignoring the doe eyed wolf standing not twenty feet behind him, he continued to look at the large nearly translucent screen before him, watching the position, and all the stat's of the ship.
Axel saw the captain up there, and ignored him, to run around the side, looking out the large red glass, to see floating islands. He didn't recognize any of them, and a lot of them were crumbling. "Where are we?"
"Forgotten Isles." Luxord responded, looking to see him so... excited. Judging by his reactions alone, Luxord deduced Axel had never been properly flying through all the outer rings of the islands. Especially if he tried picking up a ride to the Capitol back on Andre'. "Islands where the crystals died out a long time ago, and the people either moved, or islands where war provided the crystal being stolen by an enemy, and the people died." He said simply, still watching the wolf with a curious gaze.
Azel turned to look back to him, as his ears went back. "How many islands actually lost the crystal to natural death."
"One."
"Out of how many?"
"Thousands." Luxord informed him, before turning back, and swerving around. "We're going to be stopping on a few, before we make it out, maybe fine some left over fuel, or supplies that haven't been picked over by scavengers yet."
Axel nodded, shuddering at the thought of carcasses, and winced. "So... I'll be staying on the ship, right? You know, valuable blood source and all."
"Roxas is just as valuable a fuel source. You're going to pull your weight."
Axel blinked. What? So he wasn't the only one fueling the ship? Well... duh. Something had to have been fueling it long before he came along. But a kid? "You're using one of our pups for your sick jollies aren't you? Pricking him, when he's just a kid! What kind of sick pervert are you! Sadist!"
"He agrees to it." Luxord replied simply, getting up from the chair he'd been in, typing a few commands onto the laser keyboard, and turning to start heading off the brig, opening the computer on his wrist, and keeping a diagnostic of the ship up.
"Well, yeah, cause he doesn't know any better!" Axel argued, turning to instantly following him. Oh, no. This guy was not walking off in the middle of an argument was he? Well?
"I would say you're not much older than him. But that's a guess." The captain turned the corner, and trotted down the ladder to a more narrow hall. As if going down to the belly. Axel chided him, and argued the entire way, making Luxord put into motion his seemingly never-ending supply of self-control, while he tore open a panel.
Inside, he scoped out the wires, and started testing a few to see which one was the dead one. Live. Live. Live. L...Live. Slow, but Live. Might need to be changed in a week. Dead. Live. Live. Live. Dead. Live. Live. Live. Live. Lines five and eight are dead. Need a o.5 and a 7 wire strings. He made mental notes, turning to look through the small box he'd carried with him, going through all the small boxes.
"So, you can see where I'm coming from-"
"Roxas. Lines shutting down for a few seconds." Luxord interrupted the wolf, to hear Roxas' warbly response from the engine room.
"S- ounds fine by m-. Reception bad d-n here."
Luxord nodded. "That's fine. Prep up in five minutes, and be by the door. I've already mapped out the island."
"C- do boss-."
Luxord turned back to shut the power down, as the lights when out and Axel screamed like a girl, at the sudden darkness.
"What's going on!"
"Just changing the wires out."
"How can you do that without seeing?" Axel said loudly, before stopping when the man turned his eyes to look to him.
They weren't human eyes. But machine eyes. Glowing in the darkness, the azure looked eerie, and narrowed in, the iris seemed to be broken, as if narrowing the pupil, to see things at closer detail.
"O-oh." Axel turned away, his face red, and he swallowed. "Makes... sense."
"Mmm." Luxord turned back to his work, measuring out the wires and cutting them, then tying them into the power box. Turning the power on, Axel felt his breath rush out, having been holding it for those long three minutes, as Luxord shut the power box, and got up, rubbing his face tiredly. "Alright. Follow me. We need to suit you up."
Axel nodded, and meekly followed after him, if for nothing more than to just not get hurt. He didn't know how much of the man was cybernetic, and to be honest, cyborgs were some of the worst there was, and to be the most cautious around. But it didn't explain his longevity, but Axel had a small idea it had something to do with the necklace around his neck.
Stepping up close when he lost track, and Luxord whistled sharply for him, he looked around. This was a new part. A war meeting room, they passed. A teaching room. Stores? It was like walking in a small town, or something. Axel wasn't sure how to feel about it, while they turned and were going past a weapons room now, his ears falling flat when he noticed Luxord leading them right into it.
"...Luxord?"
"Captain."
"...Captain. What exactly was this ship used for? What's it made OUT of? Why does it seem to have so many bad rumors?" Axel asked, looking to him. "How did you get a hold of a moon wolf pup in the first place?"
Luxord looked up to him, and blinked, before rolling the top of his black jump suit, sliding his arm through the sleeves and zipping it up, and then looked around before pulling out a high powered laser rifle, and testing it's weight. "Good questions. Stick around long enough, you might figure them out." He replied.
Axel growled in annoyance at the questions being evaded and was about to pursue, when Roxas jumped in from a panel above them, making Axel jump himself, in suprise.
"'Ey, Cap't." Roxas greeted, looking to the weapon in his hand. "Ooo, for me?"
"Yes." Luxord replied, grabbing a case, as Roxas pulled out three backpacks and two duffel bags, tossing the ammunition into the bags, and pulling it onto his back. Luxord, in turn, pulled out a heavy, double barrel laser shotgun, testing the weight, before grabbing ammo for himself and tossing it on his own back, as Roxas tossed Axel a small pistol.
Axel jumped looking at the weapon in his hand. "Wha...what's this for?"
Luxord and Roxas shared a long, long look, before rolling their eyes, and Roxas chose to answer. "Self defense."
"Yeah, but we're going on deserted islands."
Luxord sighed, and handed him the backpack with his own ammo, and then an empty duffel bag. "Doesn't mean there won't be creatures out there. The humans died. The animals mutated."
"Well, gee. Doesn't that sound fun?"
"Oh, it's great!" Roxas grinned, as he waved his hand. "Come on, suits are this way." He announced, while Luxord moved ahead, and Axel followed.
Across the hall from the ammunition store was a space suit store. There, he saw several...hundred... suits. Though plenty were ruined, and tossed in a pile under 'To Be Repaired.' Obviously life was so busy around here, none of them could be repaired.
Luxord grabbed a large black one, and worked the bags off, to slide into the suit, working the buttons and airlock zipper up-front. "There's no shield to keep the air locked to the island, and no gravity boosters working. Do you'll need to be carefully." Luxord warned Axel, before he pulled the dark helmet on, hiding his face.
Axel took his own, sliding into it, as he wondered what such a dark helmet was needed for. Awkwardly working the backpack on, over the air tank, and the duffel bag over his head, he sighed. It took Roxas helping him after getting his own gear on, to be ready, in time to be thrown off his feet and into a wall, Luxord and Roxas steady on their feet.
"Docking" Roxas said over the intercom Luxord had set up between the three suits not seconds ago. Axel blinked, and shook his head, feeling rattled, before trying to wiggle around and roll like a turtle, getting up, and awkwardly jogging after the other two, who had already left for the docking bay.
An elevator actually took them to the docking doors, and they stepped through an air-locked door, before the air was sucked out. Axel felt weird, having turned his air pack on, now relying on that, while Luxord turned to hit the button releasing the door between them and the island surface.
As they bounced weightlessly down the ramp, Axel understood now, why they had the darkened helmets. With no shield from the crystal, nothing to mute the intense rays from the sun. Even with the helmet his eyes watered, and he wanted to cry, swallowing as they landed on the surface. His suit was burning up and he didn't know what to do. Panicking, he turned about to run back onto the ship, when an hand grabbed his arm, as Luxord looked him in the eyes, and he looked back, unable to actually see Luxord, but able to imagine it.
"Turn the AC on." Luxord stated simply.
When Axel didn't do anything for a long while, Luxord rolled his eyes groaning and moved him around a bit, before bringing his hand to an idle switch. "Up is Central Heating, Down is your Air Conditioner."
Axel nodded, flipping the switch down, hand shaking as he pulled it away, instantly feeling the effect of a cooling suit. Luxord nodded, before flipping his on, which made the Wolf blink.
Wasn't the cyborg burning now?
Without voicing his latest concern, he watched as Roxas and Luxord made their way over to the broken city that lay before him. Tall building structures completely collapsed. As he bounced over, he looked around. A tavern, with the roof caved in. A hotel with the sign still on, but the what looked like a meteor smashing into the side. Nothing of the shops looked like anything but shabby, empty shells of what they once were.
Luxord had them all stop in the middle of what appeared to be a main street, and looked to them. "Roxas, check the homes on the east side of town, Axel all the shops on this main street, and I'll take the homes on west side. We'll meet back up, and take on the farms north of here." He informed them, as Roxas nodded, while Axel raised a hand.
"So, I'll be relatively safe, you know, in the middle?"
Luxord and Roxas looked to one another, before shrugging.
"Either or." They both said, before turning to head off into their respective destinations.
"Great... thanks guys." Axel said, looking around the buildings, before hugging himself tightly, and swallowing.
"You're welcome." Roxas replied over the intercom.
"No problem." Came Luxord's reply.
"Smart asses." The redhead grunted, before turning to head off to the tavern first.
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It was almost like being in one of those westerns he'd seen from "human/earth" relics. Shoving the tavern doors in, he stomped in, as best he could, looking around the broken in building, with his hands on his hips. 'Alright, you suckers, put 'em up!' He announced in his head, not trusting one of the other two, to not make some form of commentary.
Kicking a broken table out of his way, he walked through it, looking around, the faint light cast from his head lamp, showed the faint space dust wafting through the air, and the empty building, broken. He pulled the pistol out, and waved it around, smirking, as he did so, stepping around slowly.
'Alright you cock sucking, yellow bellies. Where's McGruber? WHERE!' He bellowed to the imaginary tavern patrons in his head, watching them turning to look to him, as they all seemed surprised by bounty-hunter Axel McClain, there, and larger than life. They didn't know where McGruber was. He didn't believe them.
Axel gave them ten seconds, or the first guy at the bar would go.
Five seconds to go.
Three.
Two.
'No? Fine!' Axel shot, as the laser burst through the air, and hit the bar, knocking over a bottle of alcohol... that was full.
"Oops." He winced, realizing he could have salvaged that.
"Oops? What is oops?" Luxord asked sharply.
Axel winced double time and looked around, expecting the creepy cyborg to be right behind him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he shook his head. Thank-god he wasn't. Just the intercom. God, he was paranoid. "Nothing, just broke something."
"Hmm."
The 'not-so-convinced-but-whatever' noise he'd just made, wasn't very comforting to Axel, and he wondered if the captain was heading back this way, making him shake a bit, turning to look around, slowly stepping towards the stairs, getting away from the floating, now frozen bits of alcohol.
Turning and trotting up the stairs, his leg fell through a hole, and he grunted, before making his way to the top, and taking his job a bit more seriously, checking every room, and under every bed. Through every drawer. It was taxing.
By the third building, a barber shop, he was damned near tired. And his mind wandered again.
Stepping into the grocery store, he slowly stepped through the broken door, looking around. 'CSI agent Axel Sinclair, young, but bright, has just been given an assignment. A recent murder slash robbery was just committed at local grocery. Towns people in horror at the absolute carnage. Blood, everywhere. Guts. Broken skulls. It's a blood bath, and only Axel had the stomach for it.' He said in his head, as he slowly walked down the isles, finding a few full cans, and 'treating them like evidence' putting them in his elite CSI duffel bag.
Sliding down the rows, and looking at the fridges, to find frozen dinner meals. Still useable, right? Freeze-dried meals, and other foods as well!
And also a gag-gift of freeze dried water, just add water.
He had to laugh at it, and take the bag. Maybe hang it on his wall, or something.
Returning back to his fantasy, 'CSI agent Sinclair' had just heard a noise, and he pulled the pistol up, slowly stepping around the grocer counter, looking to the broken door to the back.
'Agent Axel knows his duty. To wait for his partner. Never go in alone. But he couldn't risk someone being alive and bleeding to death back there! Taking slow steps, Sinclair looked through the opening of the door, turning the right, finding nothing, and then the left, seeing an empty hall. The blood stains across the walls and floor caused him curiosity, as he stepped over the skull on the ground...'Skull?
Axel blinked, and then tried hard not to scream like a girl when he saw the skeleton on the hall ground, picked clean.
"Ew. Ew. Ew."
"What NOW." Luxord groaned.
"Dead body!"
"Full?"
"Just bones!"
"Ignore it. There's plenty of them around here."
"Wow. Alright, Dexter, I promise not to die around you."
All Axel got in reply was a snort, and Roxas butting in to laugh, as his response to the whole conversation, while Axel heard something moving, and he looked up.
Down the hall was a bend, and several doors. Trying the first one, he found it locked, though when he flashed the light inside, the frozen body disgusted him so bad, he propelled back from it, before looking down, and continued to make his way.
'A-agent Axel, bravely continued his exploration, despite slow moving actions of his partners. They were rookies, in his mind. He had no time to baby-sit. The first door was locked, but the next one was empty. He reached the third door, and touched the handle. Unlocked. Pushing the door open, in hopes to find his perpetrator, he looked up, and...'
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HAHAHAHAH!
Cliff hanger!
:B
Hope you enjoy and hold on for the next round~
No music list for this one, except the radio. LOL.
I'd like to thank anyone who hung on, and is reading this.
And anyone who reviews. I'll give a shout-out in the next chapter.
I am not accepting one-shots at the moment, as I have like...
Three to finish.
And I haven't yet.
Cause I'm a lazy-fuck.
And a busy fuck.
BLAH.
Anyways, Enjoy. xD
