The Revenge
Van swallowed and walked forward to face the Phoenix Liger. Fiona was behind him, gripping the seat. "Fiona, can you tell me what he's feeling?"
She replied, "He's changed. He doesn't hate you, so much as he envies you." He laughed incredulously. "Envies me? Yeah right." "It's true." She insisted. "He envies you for having a family, for having a childhood, for growing up without training to be a sadistic killing machine, in short, for being a okay person. He has emotions, but suppressed them. When you're an elite soldier, raised to carry out your mission, to concentrate completely on it, emotion makes you weak. You're not allowed to have it, and all that terror, fear, hate, love, and envy stays locked up inside you. The only thing you have is rage, uncontrollable rage, against the enemy. And even then, you are not allowed to think of the enemy as human beings, but just as a whole, that you must destroy at all costs."
Van stayed silent, wondering how she had managed to put such a complex person into such simple terms. "And now, he's lost the only person that ever cared about him. Right now, his whole being is focused on payback, because of you watching a private ceremony. Mere mortals shouldn't know about zoids understanding, much less the 3 chosen zoids being sentient and alive. The chosen are the Berserk Fury, the Liger Zero, and the Death Wolf, or Shadowrage. Some say that when the Dark One and the Wolf have completely merged their minds with the chosen, that a new era would come. But now that Astarael's dead, that will never happen."
Van nodded and turned his face to the battlefield. "Zeke!" Zeke opened the boosters and slashed downward. "Are you ready, Van?" Raven asked. Van shivered at his strange look. His eyes were blank, looking through him, Fiona, and everything, staring at a world a million miles away.
I stared at the Blade Liger, looking, but not seeing. Slowly, I sunk my conscience into Liger and Shadow. I waited, running through Van's options and settling on one. 1,2,3.. There! I dodged left, mirroring his movements. Van opened the booster pack and glided to the right. *Liger?Shadow? Take over. * Yessir. Liger warmed the boosters, looking toward the fleeing form of the Blade Liger.
We shot forward, the roar of the ion particles echoing in our ears. We overtook him easily, killing the power in one and sliding to a stop in front of Van. " No running, coward." He looked frantically around for an exit. Seeing none, he took the chance and fired some missiles. They hit my left front leg, damaging it. I gritted my teeth and ignored the pain, and counter attacked. The boosters hummed, growing louder and louder, until they reached a fevered howl like millions of damned souls. We ran off, and turned. " Running away, Raven?" came that baka's voice. "Hardly." He gulped, his eyes growing wide.
We turned and stopped, with our claws dug into the ground. The roar of the boosters thundered through my ears, reverberated in my chest, drowned out everything except one thought. *I must defeat Van.* The Phoenix Liger stood, dug into the earth. Van stared, a growing dread filling him. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew it would be horrible. Suddenly, the claws retracted. The Phoenix blew forward like a hurricane, streaking forward in a crimson blur. The heat of friction glowed, and suddenly, orange flames exploded from the liger. Something primal, instinctive, told Van about the awful power of the flames. The fire hadn't just come from friction, he knew. Raven had called the flames, and they had answered.
Van swallowed and walked forward to face the Phoenix Liger. Fiona was behind him, gripping the seat. "Fiona, can you tell me what he's feeling?"
She replied, "He's changed. He doesn't hate you, so much as he envies you." He laughed incredulously. "Envies me? Yeah right." "It's true." She insisted. "He envies you for having a family, for having a childhood, for growing up without training to be a sadistic killing machine, in short, for being a okay person. He has emotions, but suppressed them. When you're an elite soldier, raised to carry out your mission, to concentrate completely on it, emotion makes you weak. You're not allowed to have it, and all that terror, fear, hate, love, and envy stays locked up inside you. The only thing you have is rage, uncontrollable rage, against the enemy. And even then, you are not allowed to think of the enemy as human beings, but just as a whole, that you must destroy at all costs."
Van stayed silent, wondering how she had managed to put such a complex person into such simple terms. "And now, he's lost the only person that ever cared about him. Right now, his whole being is focused on payback, because of you watching a private ceremony. Mere mortals shouldn't know about zoids understanding, much less the 3 chosen zoids being sentient and alive. The chosen are the Berserk Fury, the Liger Zero, and the Death Wolf, or Shadowrage. Some say that when the Dark One and the Wolf have completely merged their minds with the chosen, that a new era would come. But now that Astarael's dead, that will never happen."
Van nodded and turned his face to the battlefield. "Zeke!" Zeke opened the boosters and slashed downward. "Are you ready, Van?" Raven asked. Van shivered at his strange look. His eyes were blank, looking through him, Fiona, and everything, staring at a world a million miles away.
I stared at the Blade Liger, looking, but not seeing. Slowly, I sunk my conscience into Liger and Shadow. I waited, running through Van's options and settling on one. 1,2,3.. There! I dodged left, mirroring his movements. Van opened the booster pack and glided to the right. *Liger?Shadow? Take over. * Yessir. Liger warmed the boosters, looking toward the fleeing form of the Blade Liger.
We shot forward, the roar of the ion particles echoing in our ears. We overtook him easily, killing the power in one and sliding to a stop in front of Van. " No running, coward." He looked frantically around for an exit. Seeing none, he took the chance and fired some missiles. They hit my left front leg, damaging it. I gritted my teeth and ignored the pain, and counter attacked. The boosters hummed, growing louder and louder, until they reached a fevered howl like millions of damned souls. We ran off, and turned. " Running away, Raven?" came that baka's voice. "Hardly." He gulped, his eyes growing wide.
We turned and stopped, with our claws dug into the ground. The roar of the boosters thundered through my ears, reverberated in my chest, drowned out everything except one thought. *I must defeat Van.* The Phoenix Liger stood, dug into the earth. Van stared, a growing dread filling him. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew it would be horrible. Suddenly, the claws retracted. The Phoenix blew forward like a hurricane, streaking forward in a crimson blur. The heat of friction glowed, and suddenly, orange flames exploded from the liger. Something primal, instinctive, told Van about the awful power of the flames. The fire hadn't just come from friction, he knew. Raven had called the flames, and they had answered.
