Chapter Thirty Seven: Nothing But Hate

A year after the battle of the Water Purification Plant. The city of Quebec was being sieged by the faction that was originally the Rebels of Toronto. The faction? The Bringers of Unity. The irony? They were going to war against the Republic, out to completely destroy it.

The snow was coming down the hardest that it had ever been, but then again, it was Northern Canada. The army of the original Rebels had grown huge. Not only that, but they had even tamed the wild mooses of Canada, and some soldiers even rode on top of them. The Bringers of Unity even had robots, scavenged from somewhere. A single man donning ancient tinted red power armor lead the army towards Quebec.

The city was surrounded by fairly large and strong walls, capable of defending most offenders, but this wasn't just some offenders, this was an army, bent on the destruction of the entire Republic. The leader of the army, Alec, was also bent on finding a certain person among the city.

"If you find Stephen, you bring him to me." Alec commanded.

"Yes leader." The soldiers chanted.

"Oh soldiers of the Republic, you have been drove back so far...but now, look at you. You're cowering in your Quebec, but these walls will not save you. They will be brought down, easily. Demolition specialists!" Alec barked, having the troops trained for demolition begin their assault, with missile launchers, and grenade launchers.

Explosions rattled the scrap that the city gate and walls were built out of. Eventually they managed to blow a hole right in the gate.

"I'VE ALREADY KILLED YOUR LEADER IN TORONTO, NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE REST!" Alec yelled.

The army stormed the gate, only to find the city's interior empty. No civilians, no soldiers to defend it.

"God damn it...they're making a run for it..." Alec said. "Come on! Let's get those back doors open! We can't let them leave!" Alec yelled, wanting the entire destruction of the Republic.

"Alec...we already took back Toronto...we have Quebec now. We don't need to continue this." Tim said, being Alec's most trusted adviser.

"What do you mean we don't need to continue this? Do you want the Republic to revive? We must crush them..." Alec said.

"We already did! They're simply retreating for their lives!" Tim yelled.

"Then they will know that we are weak, that we would spare them, and then they will rise back up again!" Alec yelled.

"Ever since you got that tainted armor of your god damned ancestor...you've became more like him. We aren't trying to get unity anymore. You're trying to slaughter all of them. Just like your ancestor. Well, I'm not staying around for the Red Road part of this. As I won't have to drag you down it...you'll drag yourself down it." Tim said, walking away from Alec, and three fourths of the army went with him.

"Fine! I don't need you traitor! I'm not like my ancestor...I kill with a purpose!" Alec yelled.

"Do you? Because all I see is an insane man inside a husk of blood covered power armor who used to be my cousin!"

"Stephen..." Alec growled, turning back around to face Stephen.

"You've brought shame to your deceased aunt, and your deceased uncle. You've brought shame to me for being your cousin." Stephen said, wearing the armor of his ancestor, who had killed Alec's ancestor.

"You say that, even though you helped a corrupt organization that would have mistreated even the Canadians after executing everyone else." Alec said.

"They were corrupt due to one man, and that was Jack. You killed him yourself. The Rebels were just selfish brats who didn't want reform because they thought they were being mistreated, they wanted more. If they would have been fighting for a nobler cause...I would have helped them. Even your friend turned away from you." Stephen argued.

"I don't need him...the Republic will die. That is all I want." Alec said.

"The hate has gotten to you so much, that is all you can see, igniting a corpse that was already burned to death. The Republic is dead. I helped them evacuate the civilians because I knew that you...that you would come and be yourself. Be what Toronto made you into. Now I'm going to be forced to make history repeat, and drag Muller down the Red Road." Stephen said, pulling his rifle off of his back. "Funny what old names, old events, old grudges can make you do...what they can change you into...come on Alec, I'll appease your need for blood." Stephen said.

"The Red Road will be red with your blood this time..." Alec said, pulling his rifle off of his back.

The army that had originally supported him, turned away and walked away from Alec, abandoning him alone in the empty Quebec with Stephen. Then the back gate of Quebec swung open, and the returning army of the Republic having gotten the civilians away returned to back up Stephen, but Stephen commanded them to not attack when Stephen and Alec were fighting each other.

Alec's eyes were full of nothing but hate towards his cousin. Even if he did survive and beat his cousin and the reinforcements that stood behind him, his hate would only grow, even if the Republic died, the hate inside of him that was similar to Jack Merrows' would grow and go towards a new target, until he either killed everyone, or he was consumed by his own hate.

End of Chapter Thirty Seven: Nothing But Hate

Oh look, a chapter that gazes into the future of ANDoHa, which will probably be the sequel to this, as I plan to finish this as the first half of the story, and then next NaNoWriMo? The second half. That is, if I'm as insane as I am now to do NaNoWriMo again a year from now. But I probably will be. Anyhow, 42,828 words. Tomorrow, I get Skyrim, but I'm still going to try to finish NaNoWriMo at least by the 15th.

Adios.

~TGG333