Why?
Chapter 4
By The Black Flames
This Story is dedicated to Hitoki, and the hopes of (her/him?) finishing Behind Glass, and to Sunshine, and (her/his) Illusions story!
"Spike!"
"Present!"
"Jake!"
"Aqui!" (A/N Elite's studying Spanish and Italian. Aqui is Spanish for Here, and Qui is Italian for Here. Sorry, but he needs to study for his two quizzes, so Harbinger is taking over.)
"Mike!"
"Qui!"
"Alright, that's everyone. Go back to your tents and get ready for the battle tomorrow!"
(To make this easier, the rest will be written in stage-form.)
Mike: *whispering* If we could get past that ape blockade.
Jake: Looks like Mike's thinking of a way to win this battle, Spike.
Spike: He's not the only one. But still, I wonder whom he sent that letter to? He wouldn't say.
Jake: Probably his family.
Spike: Um, Jake? His family.*shakes head* don't you remember?
Jake: Alright, so maybe it was to his girlfriend.
Spike: Doesn't have one.
Jake: Geez. He really is a loner.
Spike: Not really, Jake. He has us and the Professor, Natalie, Cassie, all of us.
Mike: Guys, quit talking about my personal life and get ready. We march to battle in ten minutes.
TEN MINUTES LATER:
(Back to regular mode)
It was a massacre. The first lines on both sides were down. Hundreds dead, and countless others wounded. Early in the battle, the Apes had taken the lead, hanging from trees with their tails, submachine guns in each hand/foot, blasting away at anything that moved. We join the -ke friends in a foxhole
IN FOXHOLE:
(Stage Mode)
Jake: Damn! We're being slaughtered! This is no damn war! This is a Holocaust!
Spike: Guys, I just got word that the laboratory blew up. Everyone got out though, which is good.
Mike: Guys, I know a way to stop this.
Jake: HOW!??????
Spike: Yeah! How?
Mike: Follow me.
(AHEM. Harbinger, the current author here, does not mean to make Spike such a wussy in this part. Back to regular mode)
Mike and the others crawled towards a building. They got out their heliblades (Those green twirly things you fly with). Spike didn't have one on him, so he shared with Mike. Bad idea. Mike started twirling the heliblade, but with his metal arms that could twirl around, it went twice as fast. Spike was screaming bloody murder until they landed on the roof. Collapsing from straining his arms to hold on to Mike, Spike fell from his feet and said:
"Next time, I'm going with Jake."
"Spike, my heliblade can't spin fast enough to hold both of our weights. You should have remembered yours."
"Jake's right, Spike."
"I know. Shuddup."
"We have to get to the top of that building"
"You mean that 15-story hotel? Jake, I don't know about you, but I couldn't make it up there."
But after much nagging, Spike once again took up a Death Grip on Mike as the heliblades went around and around. (I'm dizzy.) They flew up to the top, and slipped into the elevator shaft. (Mission Impossible music starts.) (Just kidding. But there is some classical music coming from the elevator.) They went into the hall, and listened at Specter's door. They could hear lots of safety switches turning on and off on guns, so they ran back to the elevator and went onto the roof.
"Well, Spike, Jake, that rules out a frontal assault."
*Blink Blink* "I KNOW you did not just say that Mike."
"I agree with Jake, Mike. Of course those monkeys rule out frontal assaults!"
"Jake, Spike." Mike spoke in an aged and wise voice. "I want you two to get out of here. I am going to stop this war, but it might kill me."
"Mike, I think I speak for both Jake and I when I say we're staying, and if you're going to die, you need witnesses to tell of how you died. Tell us your plan."
"Alright, I will. Specter is their leader. Without something to focus their attention towards, the apes that have guns and thinking caps will, how do I explain this, stop. They will just walk around in confusion, not knowing what to do. They would be harmless. I'm going to jump through the window, and catch Specter with my Time net. If I'm lucky, the apes, without Specter, won't open fire. If they do, I die. I leave you two now, and my final words with you: You guys have been there for me since the beginning. I couldn't ask for better cousins." At that, Mike turned and jumped through the window into Specter's office, where a brief 'Gotcha' was heard, before machine guns, semi-automatics and lots more guns were heard firing. Then, there was silence.
End Chap. 3
Next chapter on its way. Apologies for taking so long, but Elite's in a real blue funk currently, and we're afraid he may have snapped into his old depression days. And when I say depression, I mean, DEPRESSION. The mental sickness. God, elite is what holds our group together. If he kills himself, then we're not far behind. Like if T.K of Digimon died. He brings Hope and happiness to everyone, as does Elite to us. We would be lost without him.
An extra dedication:
To my father, may you rot in hell, you lousy son of a bitch that abused my mother and I. I don't miss you one slimy minute, and if it weren't for this group and FFN.NET, I would have killed myself long ago because of your abuse. I spit on your grave.
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