VISSER THREE/ONE
I held the still smoking gun in my weak andalite hand. A red stain had been produced from the spot in which he had died. From the blood that fell from the wound that killed him.
The wound that I made.
I laughed. Finally, after all these years of my people suffering, I was victorious. I had finally triumphed over their leader. Now, I could watch them suffer the way he had watched me.
They would pay.
I walked over to one of the many cages that lined the walls, my stride arrogant and proud. The humans in the cage totaled three. There was no one else there, just them. One human, who had been staring in shock at the spot where his brother had died, now
glared at me with much hate.
I believe his name was Tom.
The other two, Jean and Greg, were shocked. Speechless. But, of course, the hadn't been infested yet. They knew nothing of this war yet. Nothing except for that their son died.
However, the reason behind his death was still unknown to them.
But soon I would tell them. Not arrogantly. But proudly. He was possibly the greatest hero this pathetic planet has ever and will ever see. Therefore, he deserved to be talked about with great respect and his name should never be mocked.
He was a hero. And although he was killed in battle, he will remain a part Earth's history.
Forever.
I respect him now, and will respect him for the remainder of my life. He was a worthy opponent; he didn't die quickly like the others. Instead, he fought hard and gave it everything he had.
And though I hate to admit it, I wish I hadn't killed him. I wish that I could still fight him like I used to. His claws against my tail. Always a fight to the death. Until a room caved in on us or something else happened where we were forced to retreat from the battle.
We were both leaders. He was the leader of a resistance, and I of an empire. But both of us had our own strategies. His was to fight and, if they can't win, to retreat to safety and fight another day. Mine was to take over any planet we find and to kill or infest anyone who stands in our way of doing so.
Different perspectives.
However, though he and I are different in many ways, we are both leaders. And any two people who are leaders, are brothers.
And it is our duty to respect our brothers, for we all go through the same scenarios. Everyday.
So it is only right, since my brother is dead because I killed him, to apologize to his family.
And it is only natural to not go to sleep that night because I stayed awake, crying.
A/N: I know...visser crying bout jake? wtf? but I always wondered if those two had ever respected each other during the war since they knew what the other was dealing wit...idk! please r&r!!!!!!
