Good Friends don't Shoot
Dropping down into the Team Extreme Warehouse was no problem, since he still had his key. Coming in from the roof was the tricky part. But once inside showed just how much gear his Team still owned.
He looked around, trying to find any of his motorcycles. Finding the Red Racer, he tapped the control panel, and then inserted the key, turning the bike on. Full on fuel and power. He pulled out a sticker, and stuck it over his old logo. The bike quickly changed in color to black and gold, thanks to NTB's.
Speeding out of the warehouse and locking it again with a special lock that only he could open, he made his way into the city that was said to be the last place of human resistance.
Driving through the empty streets reminded him of Tokyo, way back when he went up against Quake with Fidget's help. Now those days seemed like a dream, something that never happened, but he knew that they did. The same motorcycle, the same blackened street signs, and the same voice inside his head that something wasn't right, that he was going in the wrong direction.
He looked up just as a black humanoid form leaped from the roof above. He couldn't swerve out of the way, so was knocked from the bike, and they both crashed into the pavement. The bike skidded, coming to rest at the base of a stoplight that was long burnt out.
"You killed him!! I ought to kill you for still being alive right now." Brandon shouted, leveling a sawed off shotgun at him. "You just had to kill my best friend, and the leader that was going to show us to victory. We were so close! And then you took our dream away! This could have been a new world, a better world, if you had just stayed down the hole that you came from."
He got to his feet, brushing the dust from his legs, before facing Brandon, arms up. "All right, then kill me. I've taken enough lives already, but if you kill me now, Alex will never come back. He will remain dead."
Brandon kept the gun up, pulling a knife from a sheath at his wrist. "What do you mean, 'Remain dead'?"
Blur moved in then, going underneath the gun and grabbing the knife, knocking the gun out of his friends' grip. He leapt away before Brandon could even realize what happened. "I mean exactly what I said. Put it together, Brandon. You're smart."
Brandon glared at him. "Goddamn you!" he pulled out another knife, and charged at Blur. He brought the blade down and missed his target.
Blur moved just in time, dancing out of harms way. He kept the stolen knife with the butt of the handle facing Brandon, and the blade down. He sidestepped the next attack, not even trying. "Come out of your rage, Brandon. Open your eyes-"
"Shut up and DIE!" he was twice as large as his target, and oddly moved faster than Blur. He landed a solid punch to Blur's midsection, and then brought the palm of his hand into the helmet, throwing the piece off.
Alex lay on the ground, panting lightly. He did not raise his face to look at his old friend. On his back, the gray clouds above started raining. Soon Brandon was looking down on him, the shotgun at his chin, making him open his eyes.
"Oh, god..." He started backing up, shaking his head. "Not possible..!"
Alex sat up, reaching for his helmet. "I'm sorry Brandon." once he stood, a heavy punch landed on his face, sending him flying back. He skidded in the rain, coming to rest at the base of a telephone pole. Blood ran from his mouth, and he spit out a tooth. The ivory molar was soon lost in the down pour.
"I don't believe you. You're a clone, you have to be. Alex is dead!"
Standing again, face to the nozzle of a shotgun. "You're wrong Brandon... I'm Alex. I'm not a clone--"
"If you're Alex, then what are you doing wearing a Council uniform? What are you doing working for them?"
"I gave up. It is not possible for us to win. I had no choice as it was. I tried to defy him to my last breath, but he kept me alive."
The gun was loaded, and the trigger was set. "You went against everything you told us... you gave up your freedom to kill the rest of us. No one is going to win."
Lightning and thunder blasted through the city as the shot gun went off.
