Chapter 9
[The
Beginning of the end]
The silence throughout space was
greatly spread. The eerie glow of the stars slowly floated by. Anna and Angel
sat next to each other, embraced.
"Pretty
quiet…" said Angel, smiling at Anna.
"Isn't
it pretty late?" said Anna, meeting his gaze. They both kissed playfully and
both held each other closer.
"I
love you, Angel…" said Anna, smiling. Angel could not help but gaze into her
deep brown eyes. He leaned in, and kissed her softly.
"I
love you too…" he smiled and started to cuddle with her.
//
She's so warm… // He smirked and again looked into her eyes. Suddenly, the ship
was jolted as if it were shaken like a rag doll. Angel fell over, and the pain
in his leg sent shocks up his spine.
"Ahh!"
shouted Angel, grabbing his leg in pain. Anna held him, to comfort him. Angel
grabbed onto a chair, and looked at Anna.
"Come
on," said Angel, "Let's get to the Votal bay," Angel grabbed his crutches and
started to limp aside Anna, who was running toward the bay. Upon entering the
Votal Bay, all of the pilots were waiting for Angel and Anna.
"About
time…" said Sean. Out of nowhere, a couple of more explosions occurred and the
ship shook again.
"We
need to retaliate, and most of our forces have been taken out," said Sean,
looking at the men scrambling into Votals or their defense stations. "Including
you, Angel." Angel looked up.
"Yeah,
I gotcha…" Angel clasped his fist and looked up again.
"Let's
go!" shouted Sean as the pilots split up and headed toward their Votals. Then,
a scientist suddenly stopped Angel.
"Yeah?"
said Angel, turning around. The background blared sirens and warning horns.
"Come
with me." Angel slowly followed, dragging behind the running scientist.
Suddenly, Angel came within the midst of a totally new Votal.
"Shit,
what the hell is this?" said Angel.
"This
is Neo Archangel Votal," started the scientist. He smirked, then started again.
"Outfitted with electrical razor tips upon the ends of the wings like Angel
Xero, it can short circuit anything the spears come in contact with." The
scientist took another breath and started again. "It's also fitted with
Neo-buster rifles on the forearms." He took another breath. "Everything else
about it is almost exactly like Angel Xero." Right before Angel took off up the
ladder, the scientist turned around.
"Angel!"
the scientist shouted. Angel turned around, with his attention drawn. "Good
luck." Angel nodded his approval, then started to struggle his way up the
ladder. Inside the cockpit was a completely new experience. Then, he heard
Sean's voice upon the headset.
"Let's
go, we should be launching now!" screamed Sean.
"Let's
rock!" shouted Claire, who was hyped up. The old feeling of movement sent them
floating through space. Suddenly, Angel's Votal took flight and spread it's
wings throughout space.
"Shit,
man!" said Claude in astonishment as he flashed a smirk across his face.
"Stop
gawking guys, let's kick some ass!" said Sean, starting off toward the fleet of
spaceships.
Meanwhile
"They're coming, Mr. Perry."
Jonathan smiled and climbed up the ladder.
"I'll
see you after this…" Perry said as he jumped into the cockpit and soon after,
they were launched into space.
The sight of the five pilots
charging toward the EvA's was a terrifying sight, especially the sight of Neo
Archangel, a new addition to the pilot's arnaments. Everyone pulled out their
hand-to-hand combat weapons as they flew toward the EvAs. Suddenly, the sight of
sparks flew everywhere as the pilots easily cut down the mass-produced EvA
types.
"Grr…"
said Claude. "This is getting annoying…" The sound of metal grinding together
then flying apart rang all over as the pilots wreaked havoc against the weak
EvA pilots.
"They
fly like novices!" laughed Claire, who had a smirk upon her face as she ripped
through six or twelve Votals. She smiled again, then flew off towards a
squadron of unorganized EvAs. Out of nowhere, a check sent Angel off balance.
"Shit!"
screamed Angel as he struggled to gain control of his Votal. At the same time,
Jonathan came out of nowhere and hit Claude. They both regained balance and
hovered near each other. Suddenly, Jonathan's and Perry's Votal appeared out of
nowhere.
"Remember
me?" said Jonathan, who started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Jonathan?"
said Claude, who started to notice.
"It's
not you… you died…" Angel started to speak, with a low hoarse voice.
"You
fool!" Jonathan screamed, coming out of laughter. "That was a decoy!" He started
to laugh again.
"Shut
up, damnit!" Angel pointed a wing at Jonathan. Not knowing, Jonathan kept
taunting him.
"Ooh,
I'm scared now!" said Jonathan. "Are you going to flap at me?" He started
laughing again.
"Laugh
at this, bitch!" shouted Angel as he fired a couple of spears at him. They
stuck into his Votal, and his Votal started to illuminate the small black area
as the electricity field increased.
"Bastard!"
screamed Jonathan, who was trying to keep power stable. Angel smiled and turned
up the heat. Flipping a switch, the electricity started to increase by ten
thousand volts. Jonathan started to scream as the inside of his Votal started
to heat up and melt. All of a sudden, a large sound came from nowhere as a
giant fireball engulfed Neo Archangel.
"Shit!
Perry, you'll pay!" screamed Claude, as he could do nothing for his best
friend. Then, a soot covered Votal floated alone in space.
Meanwhile
The other three pilots started
to steadily reduce the EvA fleet. Out of nowhere, the EvAs started to reduce
their attacks and fall back.
"What
the hell?" Claire questioned as she charged after the retreating Votals.
"Claire,
no…" said Sean. "It's wrong to hit someone from behind. It's dishonorable…"
Claire stopped in her tracks and shut off her weapon. She hovered back toward
the other two pilots. She smiled, and then she started to laugh. Anna smiled,
then looked in Angel's direction.
"Something's
wrong…" Anna's look suddenly changed, and she headed toward Angel.
"Nnnnn…"
came from Angel, as he floated through space.
Claude's voice came onto Angel's headset.
"Man,
are you okay?" questioned Claude, in a concerned tone of voice. Thoughts flew
through his head, as he struggled to stay awake. He lifted his hand to his head
and lifted it off. The sight of blood was only familiar. Only this time, it was
all over his clothes, and he started to see that blood covered most of the
cockpit. His head started feeling light, and he collapsed to the floor, the
chair pinning him down. The pain in his mind did not really show as that he was
already in more pain, along with some debris upon his broken leg. He did not
scream, nor did he say anything at all. Silence filled the cockpit, except for
the small chatter that came into his ear every so often.
"Angel!"
shouted Anna into his receiver. "Angel, are you okay?" Her voice became tenser
as she came nearer to his Votal. As she came closer, she saw the blackened
remains and started to become more scared.
"Angel!"
she came closer and closer to breaking out in tears. "Please, tell me you're
okay…" Suddenly, the light from flares off of Medic ships that came out to
retrieve Angel's Votal. With everyone retreating, Anna was close to tears and
Claire was with to her, sharing her pain. All the pilots were in the meeting
room, awaiting Angel's status.
Six
Hours Later
A nurse in a small tidy uniform
walked out slowly, and everyone, almost half awake. Anna, darted up and asked
automatically,
"Is
he going to be okay?" Her eyes widened with a certain amount of hope in her
eyes. The nurse lowered her eyes to the floor.
"He
has a severe concussion," the nurse started. "He might be okay within a couple
of days, with a little bit of luck." She took another breath, and started
again. "He lost a large amount of blood, so he should stay with us for a couple
of days after he wakes up." Anna nodded and sat back in her chair. A smirk came
onto her face, and she started to cry.
"He's
okay, why are you still crying?" said Sean, leaning over.
"I'm
happy that… he's okay…" she smiled, and then she buried her face in her hands.
Everyone had a breath of relief that their buddy, their best friend or their
closest friend wouldn't die today.
The
Next Day
A small argument broke out in
the meeting room, as two pilots argued what to do to replace their leader.
"No,
what the hell do have you done?" shouted Claude, who had an accusing finger in
Sean's face.
"Well…"
started Sean.
"Ha!"
Claude shouted. (( lol, wtf am I doing with this story?! ))
"Fine,
whatever…" said Sean, admitting defeat.
"Look,
was that really Jon we fought last night, that it wasn't really some wanna-be
or trained person sent by Perry?" Claude stated, sitting in a chair.
"He
did sound like him, but he didn't speak like him," said Claire. "His voice was
exact, but he never, ever talked like that before." She paused to think, then
started again. "He would usually never curse so much, or threaten, at all…"
"His
fighting style became more aggressive…" added Claude.
"So
it can't be him… could it?" said Anna. Sean sat behind everyone, not knowing
anything.
"We
can't say it really is him unless we actually see him…" said Anna. Sean, shook
his head in agreement.
"Good."
Said Claude. "Let's all get some sleep…" The pilots all got up and separated
and went off to their own rooms.
