Shadowwolf: *kisses the keyboard* I can't believe how long it's been since I wrote anything! Well…besides stuff about Great Expectations and Billy Budd… *cough* SCHOOL IS EVIL! WE SHOULD BURN IT! YAY!
Everyone in the room: O.o
Shadowwolf: Yes…so maybe I do have a /slight/ case of pyromania…ANYWAY, before my computer goes CRAZY again…I have no idea where this came from. The only thing I can think of is maybe that I've watched too much Cowboy Bebop and played too much Super Smash Bros. lately. *shrugs* Who knows? Basically this is just a story about somebody evil taking over the Backdraft group and making them more eviler. HAH! Take /that/ school, is disobey English! MUAHAHA!
*a random reader throws a stick*
Shadowwolf: -.o That was scary. Well, please enjoy and review, and hopefully this signifies the end of my cursed writer's brick. ^_-
1,000 EYES
Triumph
I opened my eyes and turned over in bed. Normally, I curse that alarm. Today was different. I lazily threw my arm over to the clock and shut it off. My eyes closed, I rolled onto my back and took in a deep breath.
Too long had the Backdraft failed, blundered. They prided themselves on disobeying the rules and reeking havoc, but they never made an impact. The ZBC dealt with them like a mere pest, a common fly. Too long had I been working under the fools that ran it. I wanted change…a new day for the Backdraft. Maybe a new name…
You see, it is my belief that the ZBC has too much power. I want control. If the Backdraft hadn't failed me so many times, I could be one of the most powerful figures on Zi. But our leaders were just too…soft. They just wanted to disrupt Zoid battles and make life hard on the pilots. Those fools couldn't even do that right.
When I joined the Backdraft, I was told that we'd soon be the most powerful force on the whole planet. However, some pathetic leaders were elected and they turned the outfit around.
I'd been struggling to gain power for seven years. I was tired of it. I had followers and they'd do anything for me. At least they said they would…but today was going to be the true test.
I was going to take the Backdraft by force. Take my followers and overthrow the current leader, Bowen. Bowen was better than any of the others, but he just had poor timing. Hopefully, he'd go quietly, and I wouldn't have to use force…but if it came to that, I had no problem shedding a little blood.
We would go into the main room and overwhelm him. Then I could take my place as Backdraft leader. I could set everything straight and we could begin our takeover.
I broke away from my thoughts and shifted my legs over the side of the bed. With tired joints and muscles, I lifted myself up and walked over to my closet. A pair of black khakis was on the floor. I picked them up and pulled them on before turning to my favorite shirt. It was a plain black. Hey, why not put on my best clothes? This would be the day that I took over and made history. I grabbed one of my black hooded sweatshirts and put it on, making sure everything looked nice. Finally, I put my signature piece around my neck. It was a silver cheetah in mid-run, on a silver chain.
After minor adjustments to my clothes, I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My black hair was a bit messy so I ran a comb through it. After that, the subtle but visible silver streaks came through. My brown eyes were tired, but alert. I yawned before walking out and into the kitchen.
Not really into breakfast, I managed to get down a piece of toast and a little orange juice. I grabbed my knife and headed toward the door. Before I knew what hit me, my cat had himself weaving in and out between my legs. I smiled at him and scratched his head before walking out the door and up to my Lightning Saix.
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I always enjoyed this ride. Nothing but desert for miles…it was perfect for my Saix. I got to look out across the desert and relax. I looked at my watch.
7:17 a.m.
Bowen would surely be in his room by now. I looked out ahead and saw a Rev Raptor, Helcat, Command Wolf, and Spinosnapper converging on the base. My comrades were arriving.
We met just outside the base, in the rear, to avoid attention. I jumped out of the Saix and met my closest companions. Jet and Alex were the two pilots of the Helcat, Jack piloted the Rev Raptor, Jeremy and Rick piloted the Spinosnapper, and my best friend Nathan piloted the Command Wolf. I shook hands with all of them.
"So, Sirus, we really going through with this?" Jack asked casually.
"Of course, don't you think it's time we got what we deserve?"
"I'd say that's an understatement."
"You'd say that, Rick. Understatements are your favorite topic."
"Oh yeah, well I'd just hafta say that's an-"
"Gentlemen. Shall we continue…?"
"Right,"
"Of course,"
"Then we'll all take a little stroll up to Bowen's room. Rick, Jeremy, and Jack will go in first. All right?"
"Yes, sir." Said Rick as he straightened up a little.
"Calm down, we're not in the army." Nathan chimed in.
"Nathan, you'll head over to the room next door, and set up, just in case we need you to take out some guards. I'll go inside once you've 'secured' it, and take Bowen. Then Jet and Alex will take guard duty outside. Everyone got it?"
"I don't like havin' to take guard duty, Sirus. Can't I take Jeremy's job instead?" Apparently I hadn't realized that Alex was a turkey.
"Not a chance. I want to be the first one in."
"What's the matter, Alex? Afraid one of Bowen's buddies will decide to 'take you out'?"
"Shut up! I just-"
"All right. You'll do the jobs I assigned you." I said, feeling rather like a babysitter. "Is everyone okay with my leadership?"
"They'd better be. Anyone who's not will get a nasty surprise." Nathan smirked. The others just nodded, Alex eyeing Nathan warily.
"Okay." I checked my watch again. "It's about seven fifty-seven. Let's move."
Alex, Jeremy, Jack, Rick and Jet pulled their weapons out of their Zoids. They all carried guns. Nathan was always prepared and pulled his sniper rifle out of the Command Wolf lazily. As long as I had known him, he was the best shot in the area.
I nodded to Jeremy, Rick, and Jack and they walked in the back door. Nathan and I followed them a few feet away, and Alex and Jet followed us. It was amazing how quiet the base was at this hour. I didn't see a single person. We marched through the main hall and up the stairs quietly. When we reached the third floor I noticed three guards outside Bowen's door. I knew them. They were brown-nosers and I always despised them, making this part of the job that much easier.
Nathan and I stopped, then ducked into a women's bathroom door. Alex and Jet ducked into the men's room. We were completely quiet as we listened to their footsteps growing softer. A conversation soon broke out.
"Well, now, what're you doing around here at this hour?"
"Oh, nothin' much T.J. We were just wantin' to have a word with Bowen." Rick answered.
"Sorry, but Bowen doesn't have to show himself until nine, and you know that. It must be very important."
"It is!" Jeremy blurted out.
"What then?"
"We've got news that a small group of rebels is plotting to murder Bowen, any minute now." Jack finished calmly.
"Really? Let's hear the details."
"We intercepted one of their conversations. They said they were gonna attack at eight." Rick said.
"Then you must know who they are. Names?"
"Well, I don't really know 'em too well myself, but their names are Jeremy, Jack, and Rick."
The guard must've looked bewildered, because there wasn't any movement.
"Let me make it clear to ya." Rick said before three gunshots rang out. I heard lots of footsteps, shuffling, and keys jingled. A door opened, and the footsteps quickly disappeared. I turned to Nathan and smiled.
"They're in."
We opened the door carefully and stepped out. Nathan ran ahead of me in the hall, leaped over the dead bodies, and went inside the room to the left. Some shouting was coming from Bowen's room, and three dead bodies lay outside the door. I walked closer and I had to step over one of the men before I reached the door.
"What's going on? What do you want? Can't you-" Bowen asked, being held still by Jack and Jeremy. As I peeked inside, Rick put a gag in his mouth. I smiled at him and walked inside.
"Mmoo!" Bowen tried to say through the cloth in his mouth. I smirked.
"Yes? What? You didn't really expect us to sit around while you ruined our dreams, did you?" I heard Alex and Jet close the door and take up their posts.
"Gaammeet!" I was almost sure that was meant to be a curse, but I wasn't positive.
"Now, the question is, will you go quietly or do I have to kill you? Because either one is really fine with me."
He choked a little, but I couldn't understand his words. I motioned to Rick to take the gag off for a second.
"Sirus, you devil! I swear I'll have you killed! Guards are on their way right now!"
"And that's why I have two gunmen outside on patrol. Now, your answer?" I pulled out my knife, thinking I was about to need it.
"I'll never give up leadership to you! I have followers! They'll slaughter all of you once this gets out!"
I walked closer to him and Jack and Jeremy held his arms tightly. "So that's a…no?"
"Like I said, I'll die before I let you take over my-"
It was at this moment that I cut his throat. His whole body went limp and my friends dropped him. Bowen hit the floor in a puddle of his own blood.
This was my moment of triumph. I was now the rightful leader of the Backdraft group, and the improvements were about to begin.
Shadowwolf: I really hope you enjoyed that (even a little), but if you didn't, let me know. Just in a "creative" way…flaming sucks. Hopefully another chapter will be up sometime before NEXT SUMMER.
^_-