Firstly, I would like to say, sadly, that I did not get any reviews. Thus, no one guessed who the mystery person was. I am hereby announcing that this fanfiction WILL go in the trash bin unless I get some reviews.
And secondly, I am going to say here and now. I am not afraid to kill main characters off. It is very unusual for me to see a story where a main character dies. I am going to tell you here and now that you should not be so surprised when someone dies. In real life, this would quite often happen. I always hear from my friends giving me shit about how I'm such a loser and crap like this wouldn't happen in real life and I should give up on writing drama. To any and to all who review, I give you thanks from the bottom of my heart.
Pyle
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"Brother...?" he questioned.
"Yes Mag, I am your brother. The same guy who ran away twelve years ago, because things weren't going my way" he responded.
"Daen. I haven't even spoken your name in a long time" Mag said.
Daen simply smiled towards him. "Neither have I"
Daen sat up. "So let me get to the point of why I rescued you. Do you know if there is any of Alton's troops around?"
Mag sat up too. "Yeah, why?"
"Because I'm gonna pay that bastard back"
"What'ed he do to you?"
Daen frowned and looked at him. "Don't you remember what the 8th Imperial Army did?"
"Yeah, to me, but I mean, to you" Mag replied.
"I hunt them wherever I find them. They have taken away so much from me. The only thing I have left is my cyframe and the Kardon sword" he said through clenched teeth.
Mag looked at him. His brother was never like this before. Daen was supposedly the quietest one in the family, and he almost never fought when he didn't have need too. That was one of the qualities he admired about him.
"Why don't you just stick around here. I don't want you coming with us. You could get killed" Mag said in a worried tone.
"I'm coming with you. If it gives me a chance to kill more soldiers" his smile spread into a wide grin.
Mag sighed and walked around the tree, then he took something out of his jacket. It was a fine white powder, that looked like an expensive spice. It was crafted of several plants mixed together and crushed. He walked back around the tree and chucked the powder at his brother.
Instantly, he fell asleep. His eyelids closed and his arms and legs ceased moving.
Mag sighed, in deep regret and in deep gratitude.
"I don't want you getting hurt either. Just stay here and do all the killing you want, but don't follow me"
He picked up his cyframe and snapped it back into place. Then he went over to another tree and saw Linear curled up around it. He reached down and gently scooped her up. Then he rushed off into the darkness with her in his arms.
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"So where are we going Mag?" Linear asked.
They were on a passenger plane. Very few of them were left on Mag's homeland. The 8th Imperial Army had taken away most of them. Mag didn't even know where his sea plane was. Apparently, the army had gone through the continent, mopping up what they thought they could use, and leaving the things that they couldn't.
Selen was stronger than them. Why had Alton wanted to wage war on them? It was stupid. He was stupid. Why had he thought that they could beat them? Was he that desperate for power?
It seemed to Mag that whenever people wanted power they always ended up with none of it. Eventually they would all be killed by his stupidness. Mag sighed. Too many people were going to die within the next few days.
He looked over to his right and saw something he was hoping to see.
"We are going to Selen" he responded.
The problem with going to Selen was, as a citizen of the other continent, they would be considered a potential enemy to the state. He would have to stay low. If Admiral Alton was that desperate to find them, then he could go over there and get killed in the process.
Selen was in full view by now. He could see Dualj, the dock town that held the major airport for Selen. Mag's eyes sparkled at how many planes must come through every day. He turned back and looked at Linear, who had a worried expression on her face.
"Don't worry, we're gonna be just fine" he said cheerfully, planting a kiss on her cheek.
She smiled and her attitude improved.
Then, without warning, the ship rocked violently to the side.
The radio spoke up. "Attention! You are from the other continent! Turn around or identify yourself immediately or you will be shot down!" the voice in the radio said.
The pilot looked at them with a nervous expression on his face. Obviously, he had never talked to an official officer before. Another shot grazed the wing. The ship rocked violently again and they were both thrown from the seat and into the wall.
Then the terror came.
Alton's ships were following them. There was going to be a battle. Alton's ships and Selen's zeppelin scouts.
Mag looked back towards the pilot and his heart leaped into his mouth. He was dead, bloody marks on the cockpit window around him, and several clean holes through his chest and arms.
"****!!" Mag muttered.
Linear had a terrified expression on her face. She looked up at Mag fearfully.
"Don't worry, we're gonna be fine" he repeated his earlier words. He reached up and grabbed the dead pilot's arm, then dragged the body out of the seat. He looked at the controls. There was nothing left, save for a few twisted pieces of metal and aluminum mixed in with wires.
Mag cursed again. It looked like this was the end. He waited for another shot to turn the plane into a gigantic red explosion in the sky. Maybe the pieces of him and Linear would be picked up one day and recognized.
He closed his eyes tight. Then he opened them. Someone was perched on the outside of the plane!
The person drew their hand back, then smashed it forward. The glass shattered. Mag shielded himself with his arm from the razor sharp shards, then looked up to see who it was.
"Who invited you?" he muttered.
"Oh I just came along for the ride" Daen replied, jumping in and grabbing Mag's cyframe. He hoisted him off the ground and looked him straight in the face. Mag glared back at him.
"Before I save your ass, I want to here you say 'calf rope" Daen said sternly.
Mag grinned. "Pay me twenty G"
"Do it, or I'll throw you out of this plane" Daen replied.
Mag's grinned vanished. "Calf rope, now let's get out of here"
Daen's wings stretched outwards. Then he reached down and grabbed Linear.
"Hold on tight!" he shouted. Then he sky-rocketed towards the roof of the plane. He put his arms above his head, then threw them outwards as the glass burst apart.
Not two seconds after he did that, a stray shell flew into the side of the plane and it exploded in a ball of super heated plasma. Aluminum and debris coupled with pieces of shrapnel flew through the sky. Burning pieces of twisted parts shattered, falling into the ocean, extinguishing on impact. Steam rose up from the burnt parts. Nothing could be seen of the plane now.
In mid-air, Daen flew towards the ground at incredible speed.
The ocean below them was coming closer to them at an alarming rate. About two feet above the water's surface, he leveled out, just barely skimming the top of it, smelling the salt air. The coolest part was when he rode the updraft. He steadily climbed upwards on a large air bubble, then he swooped downwards at incredible speed again.
It was like a roller coaster. You just keep climbing a big hill, then go flying downwards. The exhilaration of the speed makes you want to do it until your life's end.
Soon enough, the ground was cruising beneath their feet. Daen gradually slowed down, eventually dropping to a stop. Then he dumped Mag on the grass.
"You owe me" he muttered casually.
Rifle fire erupted from the bushes behind him.
"****!" Daen shouted. He flew towards the dirt, then picked up Mag, who similarly picked up Linear, and ran off. He was lucky his brother was so fast. However, he was VERY unlucky when Alton's troops showed up.
Admiral Alton himself walked out in front of his troops.
"Release Linear or you both die" he commanded in a hideously evil tone.
Mag sighed knowing they had no other choice. He let go of her hand. Admiral Alton walked forward, grabbed her shoulder, then dragged her back to his men.
"Kill them" he commanded.
All of the rifles fired at the same time.
The bullets took quite awhile to get there. Mag ducked. The trick worked again. But his brother was not so lucky. Bullets riddled his body. He was tossed all over the place like a rag doll from the impact. Holes appeared all over his body. Blood squirted onto the ground. He was dead.
Mag stood up and rushed the soldiers.
Carnage filled the area. What happened next cannot be described, even if pages and pages were written about it.
When Mag was finished, the soldiers were reduced to piles of twitching limbs. Tendons and tissue mixed in with blood and bone were all over the ground. Mag stood up, tears in his eyes. His last link to his family was gone. Taking one last look at the crude form of his brother's body, he stepped out of the bloody area and rushed after Alton.