Chapter 31
Treachery
I woke up. I do not know how long I was out. I seemed to be fine except for a few scrapes and bruises. I stood up and rubbed my head. A few moments later my injuries were healed. Pieces of my mecha lay around me and pieces of other vehicles and humans lay scattered over the many acres of the battlefield.
None were left. Or so it seemed.
I heard a motorcycle coming. I unsheathed my sword and pulled out my Desert Eagle, I was ready.
The motorcyclist pulled up to me and stopped. He parked his bike and took off his helmet. He stood up and turned around to face me.
"Hawk?"
"No, I am Falcon, Hawk's half-brother," this man was taller and very burly. He had green hair that was spiked and had his ear pierced in many places.
Another man pulled up and did the same as Falcon, I found out his name was Scorpion. He was built like Falcon but was bald, had one earring in each ear, and hard a tatto on his neck and seemed to be on part of his back.
They were part of the Death Angels, the last line of defense the Entities created a long time ago. They are the keepers of peace and have been looking for me a long time.
"So your mission is to infiltrate the HQ, eh?"
I nodded, "Yes."
"Very well, we are expecting reinforcements soon."
I raised a brow, "You are? Who?"
"The Ghost Brigade..." My jaw dropped but I quickly shut it.
"I see."
We were in a tent used as a temporary command post, I had told the rest of the leaders my journey.
"K'arr was like a father to me, as was Zak. And Hawk, he was a great friend. And Tetsuko..." I sighed after saying her name.
"And what of this Andrew you speak of?"
"I'm not sure anymore...I thought of him as a little brother for awhile, but now...Now I'm not so sure."
"I see..." He quickly changed the subject, "A huge force of neo-Russian troops are heading this way, four or five times as many as the force you fought last night. And we are a quarter of the EWA force last night. But do not fear, there is hope. We are the best of the best of the best. We are the elite, elite. The chosen few..."
"Sir," A scout ran in, out of breath, "We...I...saw..."
"Catch your breath, soldier."
"The Renegades have arrived sir!"
He grinned an evil grin and chuckled an evil chuckle.
"Sir!" Another scout ran in, "The Green Berets and the Cyborg Commandos have arrived!"
I ran outside. To the west, a large group of helicopters hovering over an army of hummers were heading speedily toward us. To the south, a larger group of tanks and apcs, colored in jungle camo, were heading toward us. And to the east, a large group of 8-feet tall cyborgs were heading toward us. Their leader was driving an extremely souped up motorcycle with a sidecar that had a mini-gun/quad las- cannon combo. Extremely deadly, that is.
The cyborgs wore red cloaks and black clothing. Their clothing was ripped here and there, revealing their metallic parts. They were armed with a las-cannon arm and they held a repeating blaster rifle in the hand of the other arm. They were also armed with some sort of grenades.
I went to a dressing room and put on some new clothes. My old clothes were dirty and torn due to relentless battle. I put on a black shirt and tucked it into a pair of camo pants. I looped a black belt around the pants and slipped on a pair of combat boots. I then put on a silver zip-up up shirt, un zipped, and put on a new black trench coat. I put on a camo helmet that had an eye piece that went in front of my eye, it was used as crosshairs/nightvision. The helmet also had a microphone piece.
I picked up a pair of black, fingerless gloves and put them on. I put on my holster and holstered my Desert Eagle. I also hooked the scabbard for my katana, on my hip. And then I sheated my katana and picked up an M-16. I loaded the M-16 and cocked it.
I was ready for battle.
I ran outside to get ready before the battle but I was too late. The enemy was closing in fast, its artillery already fired upon it. Our choppers couldn't chance attacking the artillery, they would be shot down before they got half way there.
All we could do was take cover and prepare for the onslaught. They came fast and they came strong.
We opened fire and took down the first line, but where they fell, five more took their places. I kept unloading bullets and paused only to reload. A few came at me. I jumped in the air. I kicked one in the face and shot the other in the face with my Desert Eagle. I landed and holstered my Desert Eagle. I held my M-16 and fired some more rounds.
I leaped backwards and fired, their bullets ripped past me but mine ripped into them. I rolled as I landed and continued to fire. It was noon and sweltering hot. I began to sweat. I wiped some sweat from my brow. I noticed a knife on the ground. I picked it up and looked at the enemy lines.
I paused and panted, it was damn hot out. Suddenly, I had an epiphany.
I jumped out of the trench I was hiding in.
"TIL DEATH!" I shooted.
"TIL DEATH!" Said all of my allies.
I threw the knife I was holding and it cut into one of the men's faces My allies poured out of the trenches and charged at the enemy. I did the same while firing.
We meet them head on. I dived and tackled four of them. I stood up and jumped in the air. I flipped backwards and landed in a circle of the enemy. I spun in a circle and fired my remaing rounds.
I threw my gun down and began to charge my chi. Something must have gone wrong because I felt no energy. I tried two more times in failure. I no long had chi. I spred my feet apart and bent my knees. I tensed all my muscles in one final attempt to charge chi.
A white flash exploded from some unknown source. At first I thought it was I but I felt no energy flowing from my body.
The blast sent me to my knees and then to all fours.
Chapter 32 No Destiny
I looked up.
There was nothing except the desert I was in before. No buildings, no vehicles, and especially no bodies.
I tried very hard to stand up but a sharp pain in my leg forced me the knee again. My arms began to hurt and I glanced at them.
I then looked at them. All the scrapes, cuts, bruises, everything I had ever had reappeared all over my body. The leg I had shot a few days ago had the wound reappear. Blood dripped from my forehead and was flowing into my eyes. It mixed with sweat and burned them. I shut my eyes tightly. I stood up leaning on my slightly better leg and opened my left eye.
There, standing before me, was Shoju,
"I won't give up!" I yelled at him.
"You never do, do you Dragon?"
"You're a dead man!"
"You silly boy, I'm not a man at all."
"Then what are you?"
"That doesn't matter now Dragon. You're life is almost over, you will die soon." He put a pistol to my head.
"No!" I fell to my knees, "no..." I whispered.
"Dragon, remember what K'arr was talking about before he died? About the prophecy?"
"Yes, he said I would find out."
I thought a moment, "I never did. I did see Hawk fly however..."
He looked at me.
"I see now...the One has become two..."
"You are only one of two."
"But is Hawk the two?"
He smiled and cackled, "No."
He pulled the trigger.
End
Epilogue: It has been three years since that battle. Dragon is dead but the last of the EWA prevailed and destroyed the great neo-Russian force. They stormed the HQ and destroyed it, but they never found Shoju.
They did however find Dragon's body hooked up to that machine, he was the only body hooked up to that machine. He was lied to, no one else was hooked up but Dragon was the seventh.
The rest of the hidden neo-Russians were forced underground. And the EWA repopulated the Earth into an almost Utopia.
A year after the Great Battles. a group of children were playing in the old and abandoned HQ.
Two fell through the floor and stumbled into a secret room. In it were two bodies hooked up to the machine. The machine was still active.
One of the children looked at the body, it was his own.
I woke up. I do not know how long I was out. I seemed to be fine except for a few scrapes and bruises. I stood up and rubbed my head. A few moments later my injuries were healed. Pieces of my mecha lay around me and pieces of other vehicles and humans lay scattered over the many acres of the battlefield.
None were left. Or so it seemed.
I heard a motorcycle coming. I unsheathed my sword and pulled out my Desert Eagle, I was ready.
The motorcyclist pulled up to me and stopped. He parked his bike and took off his helmet. He stood up and turned around to face me.
"Hawk?"
"No, I am Falcon, Hawk's half-brother," this man was taller and very burly. He had green hair that was spiked and had his ear pierced in many places.
Another man pulled up and did the same as Falcon, I found out his name was Scorpion. He was built like Falcon but was bald, had one earring in each ear, and hard a tatto on his neck and seemed to be on part of his back.
They were part of the Death Angels, the last line of defense the Entities created a long time ago. They are the keepers of peace and have been looking for me a long time.
"So your mission is to infiltrate the HQ, eh?"
I nodded, "Yes."
"Very well, we are expecting reinforcements soon."
I raised a brow, "You are? Who?"
"The Ghost Brigade..." My jaw dropped but I quickly shut it.
"I see."
We were in a tent used as a temporary command post, I had told the rest of the leaders my journey.
"K'arr was like a father to me, as was Zak. And Hawk, he was a great friend. And Tetsuko..." I sighed after saying her name.
"And what of this Andrew you speak of?"
"I'm not sure anymore...I thought of him as a little brother for awhile, but now...Now I'm not so sure."
"I see..." He quickly changed the subject, "A huge force of neo-Russian troops are heading this way, four or five times as many as the force you fought last night. And we are a quarter of the EWA force last night. But do not fear, there is hope. We are the best of the best of the best. We are the elite, elite. The chosen few..."
"Sir," A scout ran in, out of breath, "We...I...saw..."
"Catch your breath, soldier."
"The Renegades have arrived sir!"
He grinned an evil grin and chuckled an evil chuckle.
"Sir!" Another scout ran in, "The Green Berets and the Cyborg Commandos have arrived!"
I ran outside. To the west, a large group of helicopters hovering over an army of hummers were heading speedily toward us. To the south, a larger group of tanks and apcs, colored in jungle camo, were heading toward us. And to the east, a large group of 8-feet tall cyborgs were heading toward us. Their leader was driving an extremely souped up motorcycle with a sidecar that had a mini-gun/quad las- cannon combo. Extremely deadly, that is.
The cyborgs wore red cloaks and black clothing. Their clothing was ripped here and there, revealing their metallic parts. They were armed with a las-cannon arm and they held a repeating blaster rifle in the hand of the other arm. They were also armed with some sort of grenades.
I went to a dressing room and put on some new clothes. My old clothes were dirty and torn due to relentless battle. I put on a black shirt and tucked it into a pair of camo pants. I looped a black belt around the pants and slipped on a pair of combat boots. I then put on a silver zip-up up shirt, un zipped, and put on a new black trench coat. I put on a camo helmet that had an eye piece that went in front of my eye, it was used as crosshairs/nightvision. The helmet also had a microphone piece.
I picked up a pair of black, fingerless gloves and put them on. I put on my holster and holstered my Desert Eagle. I also hooked the scabbard for my katana, on my hip. And then I sheated my katana and picked up an M-16. I loaded the M-16 and cocked it.
I was ready for battle.
I ran outside to get ready before the battle but I was too late. The enemy was closing in fast, its artillery already fired upon it. Our choppers couldn't chance attacking the artillery, they would be shot down before they got half way there.
All we could do was take cover and prepare for the onslaught. They came fast and they came strong.
We opened fire and took down the first line, but where they fell, five more took their places. I kept unloading bullets and paused only to reload. A few came at me. I jumped in the air. I kicked one in the face and shot the other in the face with my Desert Eagle. I landed and holstered my Desert Eagle. I held my M-16 and fired some more rounds.
I leaped backwards and fired, their bullets ripped past me but mine ripped into them. I rolled as I landed and continued to fire. It was noon and sweltering hot. I began to sweat. I wiped some sweat from my brow. I noticed a knife on the ground. I picked it up and looked at the enemy lines.
I paused and panted, it was damn hot out. Suddenly, I had an epiphany.
I jumped out of the trench I was hiding in.
"TIL DEATH!" I shooted.
"TIL DEATH!" Said all of my allies.
I threw the knife I was holding and it cut into one of the men's faces My allies poured out of the trenches and charged at the enemy. I did the same while firing.
We meet them head on. I dived and tackled four of them. I stood up and jumped in the air. I flipped backwards and landed in a circle of the enemy. I spun in a circle and fired my remaing rounds.
I threw my gun down and began to charge my chi. Something must have gone wrong because I felt no energy. I tried two more times in failure. I no long had chi. I spred my feet apart and bent my knees. I tensed all my muscles in one final attempt to charge chi.
A white flash exploded from some unknown source. At first I thought it was I but I felt no energy flowing from my body.
The blast sent me to my knees and then to all fours.
Chapter 32 No Destiny
I looked up.
There was nothing except the desert I was in before. No buildings, no vehicles, and especially no bodies.
I tried very hard to stand up but a sharp pain in my leg forced me the knee again. My arms began to hurt and I glanced at them.
I then looked at them. All the scrapes, cuts, bruises, everything I had ever had reappeared all over my body. The leg I had shot a few days ago had the wound reappear. Blood dripped from my forehead and was flowing into my eyes. It mixed with sweat and burned them. I shut my eyes tightly. I stood up leaning on my slightly better leg and opened my left eye.
There, standing before me, was Shoju,
"I won't give up!" I yelled at him.
"You never do, do you Dragon?"
"You're a dead man!"
"You silly boy, I'm not a man at all."
"Then what are you?"
"That doesn't matter now Dragon. You're life is almost over, you will die soon." He put a pistol to my head.
"No!" I fell to my knees, "no..." I whispered.
"Dragon, remember what K'arr was talking about before he died? About the prophecy?"
"Yes, he said I would find out."
I thought a moment, "I never did. I did see Hawk fly however..."
He looked at me.
"I see now...the One has become two..."
"You are only one of two."
"But is Hawk the two?"
He smiled and cackled, "No."
He pulled the trigger.
End
Epilogue: It has been three years since that battle. Dragon is dead but the last of the EWA prevailed and destroyed the great neo-Russian force. They stormed the HQ and destroyed it, but they never found Shoju.
They did however find Dragon's body hooked up to that machine, he was the only body hooked up to that machine. He was lied to, no one else was hooked up but Dragon was the seventh.
The rest of the hidden neo-Russians were forced underground. And the EWA repopulated the Earth into an almost Utopia.
A year after the Great Battles. a group of children were playing in the old and abandoned HQ.
Two fell through the floor and stumbled into a secret room. In it were two bodies hooked up to the machine. The machine was still active.
One of the children looked at the body, it was his own.