Eridan sat as a small table in the large, half empty room, finishing a game of chess with his dad.
Wait. I mean...
Chapter Eight.
Yeah. The eighth chapter.
They know that get on with it.
Eridan was really good at strategy games, including chess, which was his favorite. He could beat anyone at it; even the best military leader.
Dualscar.
Eridan pushed his bishop into one of Dualscar's knights and sat back in his chair.
His dad sat up and observed the chess board.
"Eridan." Dualscar continued to stare at the chess pieces.
Eridan looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"Are you still mad about the Condesce bein here and all?"
Eridan crossed his arms and muttered, "Kind of..."
Dualscar picked up his rook and looked at him. "Listen. Once this damn wwar is ovver, she'll be gone. I promise."
He set the rook down next to his queen. Eridan reached over almost immediatly and pushed his queen forward.
"Check mate." He stated.
Dualscar stared down at the pieces, suprised, noticing how his king was completely surrounded.
"You got me again, Eridan!" He laughed.
Damn. Eridan was good, wasn't he?
Hell yeah he was. Who am I kidding?
Dualscar got up and rubbed Eridan's head.
"Eridan, if I could go back and savve your mother, I wwould. But wwe're just goin to livve wwith it for noww."
Eridan nodded.
Dualscar smiled. "Come 'ere, you!"
He wrapped his arm across Eridan and lifted him out of the chair.
"Dad!"
Eridan played along as he tried to get out of his father's strong grip.
Even though he was smart, he wasn't built like his dad.
But, GOD DAMN. THIS IS PERFECT.
I could literally read this all day.
Darkleer ran into the room, but stopped when he noticed Dualscar.
"Your majesty." He called to him.
Dualscar set Eridan down and looked at him.
"Wwhat?" He called back.
Darkleer ran up, getting down on one knee as he got close.
Aw, hell nah. I don't even want to read this.
But I have to.
"Sir. The, uh, Commander had been sent home the other day."
Dualscar looked down at him. "Stand up. Wwhat do you mean? Wwhich one?"
Darkleer stood up . "Commander Nicholas Captor, sir. He was sent home due to an injury."
"Wwhat!? Howw is that evven possible?"
"He took several bullets in his right arm. He can't even pick up a weapon."
"He's the Psionic. Wwasn't he able to dodge bullets?"
"Um, that's just a rumor. But, yes. It is shocking, sir."
Dualscar turned to Eridan.
"Stay here." He said to him before walking out of the room with Darkleer.
Eridan stood there alone.
This whole fucking war was ruining everyone's life.
I sat back in my chair.
And there goes chapter eight.
Just as fast as everything else.
Ok. What the fuck?
I really have to stop saying things like that.
Oh. Wait. It isn't over.
Eridan scowled and turned to the chess table.
With one swift arm movement, the table crashed to the ground. Chess pieces scattered on the ground.
He pushed his hair back with his hand. The blonde streak bounced slightly.
"This wwhole damn wwar," He muttered to himself, staring down at the black queen. "Should havve been ovver by noww."
Yeah Ill just go explode now
i really want to write chapter nine but I DONT HAVE TIME LKDSAFHSKJD
anyway there you have it
sorry this is kind of a short one
