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AN: Gahhh sorry about slow update. Somehow my comp died on me for 2 weeks and I couldn't log onto fanfiction.net THEN I had a super load of hw because exams are slowly approaching. But I'm back and hopefully should be able to write a bit more now. Thanks for the reviews, hope to see some more of you reviewing. Thanks to all of you who got me to write again. Enjoy chapter 11 =)
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Chapter 11: A Warrior's Promise
I became pretty much an instant celebrity in Galbadia Garden. I was the youngest student at the Garden to ever be promoted to A Class. Only the S Class soldiers were a higher rank than me and I was only 11 years old.
News travels fast and in a day or two after I defeated Sebastian Niamir, everybody knew about how I completed the seemingly impossible mission. The stories that floated around the Garden were all different but they had the general idea of what happened. Some people said I took a blow through the chest and held his spear there so I could hit him with my sword. Others said I got lucky and Sebastian slipped on one of the corpses or something. And then there were the people who actually got the story right...unfortunately, these were the people who didn't believe the story.
Of course, once I became famous, I gained a bunch of supporters (or fans) and a bunch of people who deeply loathed me out of jealousy more than anything. People would talk behind my back saying I lied about my story and that my teammates had dispatched of Sebastian but succumbed to their own deaths when Sebastian self-destructed. This theory didn't make any sense because they found Sebastian's body intact and the bodies of both my teammates intact. If Sebastian blew up after he died, surely his own body would have been gone and the bodies of Harry and Jordan would be at least torn up a little.
I didn't care about the people who didn't like me. I was never one to give a damn about what people thought about me, though it was nice that the majority of the people really liked me and respected me after that incident.
Emi was one of those people who believed my story. At first she couldn't exactly grasp the concept of it but I assured her I was telling the truth. She looked at me differently, I sensed a strange emotion coming from her, almost as if she was glad I came back alive but at the same time felt a certain sense of guilt. But I didn't care too much, she was still my friend...unlike Seifer.
People change over time, some people are slow to do it, and others are fast. Seifer was probably the fastest ever. It only took one day, actually only a few hours, for Seifer to evolve from one of my best and most trusted friends, to what would one day be my most lethal enemy. I think he couldn't stand how I made A class when he hadn't even made B. When I beat him during our training and when I scored higher than him on the Field Test, Seifer had suppressed his own feelings of hatred. But after I was promoted to A Class, I think Seifer just couldn't stand it anymore because now everybody knew I had bested him. Unlike me, Seifer DOES care about what people think of him, he was used to everybody thinking of him as Galbadia's next greatest metasite. What he was used to was no more when I suddenly created a name for myself seemingly out of nowhere. I bumped into him in the halls the day after my mission and I instantly knew that I would have to forget about Seifer as a friend and start treating him as a potentially dangerous opponent.
"Hey Seifer, where're you off to?" I asked.
"That, Squall, is none of your business." he responded.
He did not look me in the eye and the tone of his voice was the iciest I had ever heard. And when I say I bumped into him, it should be "he bumped into me"...and I mean LITERALLY bumped into me.
Needless to say, Seifer wasn't exactly jumping with joy at the sight of me. Instead of feeling hurt or sad that Seifer treated me that way, I just ignored him, what would come would come in time. If he wanted to act that way, then by all means he could.
In the meantime, I had Emi and Zone for companionship. Both of them were moving up the ranks quickly too, although they were at snail's pace compared to me.
I also went to see Ellone a lot more often. She never changed, same old Ellone. She was really worried about me when I was sent off on that mission and even more worried when I radioed back to the base telling them I was in trouble. She practically squeezed the life out of me and ruffled my hair till I looked like a miniature version of a Furby.
A peculiar thing happened one time I was in Ellone's office. She had to go treat some kid while I was eating lunch with her, turns out the cadet had scabbed his knee or something. She told me to wait for her while she took care of the kid so I just sat in the room eating my turkey sandwich. I looked around her room as little kids always do and my metasite vision caught the corner of a piece of paper sticking out of a folder under a bunch of other junk. Ellone wasn't exactly organized. The reason I payed special attention to that folder was because of what was written on it. Only part of it was visible because only a corner was sticking out. It read:
Name: Leon L- Location: W- Metasite R-
I cocked an eyebrow and turned scanned the surroundings with all my senses making sure Ellone was not going to be coming in anytime soon. I quickly dug out that sheet of paper and gasped out loud in shock as the name I had forgotten for six years came back to me. And with that name, came all the haunting memories of my chilling past.
Name: Leon Loire Location: Winhill Metasite Radar: Confirmed Father: Laguna Loire
-ex-soldier (c-class)
-journalist
-military background is limited Mother: Raine Loire
-ex-nurse
-unemployed
-no military background Team Sent to Retrieve: Class C Team Leader: Michael Barbarrose
-permission to kill (though not recommended)
-issued standard revolver
Nobody told me who the killer of my parents were. Nobody. I kept bugging Kiros and Ellone and they never let anything out. They knew it all along yet they never told me. I knew why, they didn't want me to get myself in trouble by doing something stupid such as dwelling on the past. Well, I probably would have let it slide had I not made a promise to myself that I would avenge the death of my parents. Also, I was mad at Ellone and mad at Kiros and mad at everybody who didn't tell me who murdered my mom and dad. I was determined to do just what they didn't want me to do. I know it was stupid, but at the time I was so consumed with anger that I lost myself.
As I reflect on my past I realize just how dangerous I was. I was a fool. A goddamn fool because of the way I thought. That was probably the first and only time in which I let anger take control of me and it was because of that time that I vowed I would never again let myself fall into the realm of darkness.
I hastily stuffed the sheet back into the folder and put it back exactly where it had been before. Even somebody who took a photo of the room before I moved it and put it back wouldn't have known that it was moved.
Ellone and I had a rather peaceful lunch after my little discovery. But I knew because of that info sheet, things were about to get a lot less peaceful for a certain Mr. Barbarrose.
I had a plan, a foolish plan, but a plan that was almost guaranteed to work. I had conceived it after many years of careful planning. All I needed was the name of the soldier who shot both my parents. Now I had it and I was ready.
First off, I dedicated an hour of my day to go to the library and ask the librarian for the latest metasite discoveries. Once I had that list, I went to the computer and did a search for Michael Barbarrose. I discovered that Barbarrose only went to recover the metasites who were between ages of four to six. After that, I went to Ellone's office and hung out there every day. Ellone was the first one to get the readings on a new metasite and she would have to run tests and stuff before sending the retrieval squad. Once Ellone got the news on a new metasite that was between the ages of four and six, the plan would be put into action. It didn't take long for a metasite that fit my description to show up on the Metasite Radar. I was chatting with Ellone when it happened and I got lucky because it happened while I was actually WITH Ellone and not training with Kiros.
"Oh I better not bother you, sis" I said "I'm just gonna go train a little and then head off to bed."
"Alright, night then." she replied while busily running checks on the new metasite to make sure it actually WAS a metasite, the Metasite Radar isn't 100% accurate so Ellone still had to run a lot of tests by hand.
I was not going to train or go to bed. I had seen clearly where the newly discovered metasite had been tracked and I hoped and prayed that the metasite radar wasn't wrong. According to the metasite radar, I was heading just outside Galbadia to Deling city. Fortunately it was only Deling and not someplace far like Balamb.
The gatekeeper saw me and raised an eyebrow since it was sort of late and I shouldn't be leaving. But the old man knew me and he'd seen me come and go. I just gave him the excuse that I left my jacket at Emi's place and he ate it up.
To tell the truth, it took a LOT of luck to pull off my plan. It's funny because the older I get, the stupider I feel about what I did. I mean, I could've lost EVERYTHING if I got caught simply because I would have a hard time explaining myself.
But that's beside the point.
Deling was a short trip from Galbadia. About a 20 minute sprint from Galbadia Garden. Once I left the Garden and I felt the cool wind hit me, I called my metasite and blasted as fast as I could towards Deling. I wanted to beat Barbarrose there so as to give myself lots of time to check out the surroundings.
I memorized the address of the kid that was apparently a metasite. He lived in a high rise building mostly made of glass. Nice place, the kid must be rich I thought. My assumptions were correct and I soon spotted the lard ass. Didn't look like a metasite at all but I could feel it inside him, there WAS a metasite in there, weak as it was.
I was hanging outside his window, literally. Just dangling there on the balcony slightly out of sight. Focusing my eyes downwards I saw the van carrying the retrieval squad casually driving down the road. It wasn't hard to miss since the Galbadia logo was stamped across it.
The kid and his family were lucky. I caught a glimpse of an apartment newsletter that said there was a problem with the heating system in their building. I decided to use that as an advantage. I was planning to kill the entire retrieval squad and not leave a trace of evidence. I was clean for the time being, but the problem would be the kid and his parents. My original plan would be to slaughter the whole family and make it look like an accident by the retrieval squad and that the metasite's natural self- defense mechanism blew the retrieval squad to pieces. It would have come off clean but an easier solution would be to use the heating problem of the building.
The retrieval squad used heavy gear, but not as high-tech as the soldiers on the front line. They all had full body armor that was equipped to handle any threat posed by normal men. Unfortunately the armor didn't have a very effective cooling system and it was very easy for the suits to overheat so they put a drop of adamantine in the backpack of each suit. Adamantine is a very special metal, it can exist as a liquid or a solid at room temperature and is the strongest material ever discovered. Adamantine also absorbs heat REALLY well. One drop of it would suck up all the heat inside a suit of armor and because of that, the adamantine inside the suit would be contained in a small area and at an extremely high temperature.
The problem with the heating system inside the apartment building was that it got hotter as the surroundings got hotter, people living inside the building were complaining because they had to control the temperatures inside their apartments to compensate for the heating system. Apparently, a guy was supposed to go fix it the next day. But it wasn't the next day yet.
The kid's father went out on his balcony for a smoke and I quickly jumped up and pressed Lionheart against his throat.
"Don't make a sound or you and your family are dead." I said.
He obeyed and I led him back into his apartment building and shut up his wife and his tub of lard son. The looks on their faces were hilarious, pure terror, eyes wide, mouth agape. I would have laughed had it not been such a serious situation.
With my acute metasite hearing I heard the retrieval squad lumbering into the building in their suits of armor. I quickly ushered the family into one of their closets and locked them in. Then I walked back out and sat on their couch facing the door.
Within minutes, the loud banging of the retrieval squad was heard on the wooden frame and I stood up and drew Lionheart. After a few more knocks and some yelling, the geniuses decided to break down the door...by shooting at it. BLAM BLAM! Two shots with a pulse rifle and the door was turned into dust. That was when they saw me.
Barbarrose looked like he was going to collapse. I slowly saluted him with my sword and let him see its deadly blue blade.
"S-shoot him!" he started screaming hysterically. He let loose five shots right at me from a distance of only a couple of meters. His comrades followed suit and soon there were smoking holes all over the apartment. The guns weren't loud so as not to disturb the peace. I was glad because I didn't want an audience.
The moment I saw him pull the trigger I was off. I danced around the bullets as if they were butterflies and knocked Barbarrose aside. I wanted to save him for last. The guy on the left was the first to fall. I dealt him a quick blow to the head with the flat of my blade and it put him out of the fight real quick. The pulse rifles were strong but not nearly fast enough or powerful enough to do damage to me. I reached out my hand and twisted the gun out of the second soldier's hand then used the back of the rifle as a bat and smacked him twice on the helmet followed by an elbow to seal the deal. Barbarrose was back on his feet and had his sword drawn, a slightly curved adamantine saber. It took me one move to remove the sword from his hand and have the tip of my own sword own his throat.
"Now Mr. Barbarrose, it's time to listen to the last words you will ever hear." I said to him. I flicked my wrist and cut his helmet in half so I could see the shock and fear written all over his face.
"You killed my parents six years ago and you didn't do it honorably either, you shot two innocent and defenseless people. Now, if I were like you, I'd stick my sword straight through your head right now. But that still wouldn't do it justice because you HAD a weapon before whereas my dad, he did not." I said, I could see him swallow nervously.
"But I'm not like you. I'm not a cold blooded killer." I told him. I saw him relax a little. "But that doesn't mean I'm not a killer. Because of you, I was raised as a killer, taught how to murder my enemies, and shown the ways of a warrior. For that, I thank you, and since I'm such a nice guy, I'm going to let you die with everyone forever thinking of you as a hero. They will say after you're dead how courageous you were jumping out this window so that these other people wouldn't die because of your overheating suit. I don't know of a better way than that to die so you better cherish it." I said, then I let the metasite armor creep off my head so that my face was clearly visible to him.
I smiled, a devilish grin that scared even myself, and I took him by the collar of his armor and threw him out the window in the center of the room. His screams could be heard echoing from building to building as he fell. Then all of a sudden it was deathly quiet. I smiled again and turned to the unconscious soldier's lying on the ground.
"See what happens when you work for the wrong people?" I said to the lifeless bodies. And then I took each of them by the legs and flung them out the window to dwell forever in hell with their commander.
AN: Okay, I hope I didn't get rusty after all this time without writing. Please let me know of any errors in the story or whatnot. This chapter was tough to write because I had to think of all that stuff about Adamantine. I also didn't explain 100% the "letting Barbarrose die with honor" thing, it's just one of those half explained things so I hope you guys will think about it and put 2 and 2 together. However, if you have any questions about what the hell is going on, just ask in your review and I will clear it up for you in the next chapter. Sorry, no shout outs this time 'cause I didn't update for so long =P
AN: Gahhh sorry about slow update. Somehow my comp died on me for 2 weeks and I couldn't log onto fanfiction.net THEN I had a super load of hw because exams are slowly approaching. But I'm back and hopefully should be able to write a bit more now. Thanks for the reviews, hope to see some more of you reviewing. Thanks to all of you who got me to write again. Enjoy chapter 11 =)
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Chapter 11: A Warrior's Promise
I became pretty much an instant celebrity in Galbadia Garden. I was the youngest student at the Garden to ever be promoted to A Class. Only the S Class soldiers were a higher rank than me and I was only 11 years old.
News travels fast and in a day or two after I defeated Sebastian Niamir, everybody knew about how I completed the seemingly impossible mission. The stories that floated around the Garden were all different but they had the general idea of what happened. Some people said I took a blow through the chest and held his spear there so I could hit him with my sword. Others said I got lucky and Sebastian slipped on one of the corpses or something. And then there were the people who actually got the story right...unfortunately, these were the people who didn't believe the story.
Of course, once I became famous, I gained a bunch of supporters (or fans) and a bunch of people who deeply loathed me out of jealousy more than anything. People would talk behind my back saying I lied about my story and that my teammates had dispatched of Sebastian but succumbed to their own deaths when Sebastian self-destructed. This theory didn't make any sense because they found Sebastian's body intact and the bodies of both my teammates intact. If Sebastian blew up after he died, surely his own body would have been gone and the bodies of Harry and Jordan would be at least torn up a little.
I didn't care about the people who didn't like me. I was never one to give a damn about what people thought about me, though it was nice that the majority of the people really liked me and respected me after that incident.
Emi was one of those people who believed my story. At first she couldn't exactly grasp the concept of it but I assured her I was telling the truth. She looked at me differently, I sensed a strange emotion coming from her, almost as if she was glad I came back alive but at the same time felt a certain sense of guilt. But I didn't care too much, she was still my friend...unlike Seifer.
People change over time, some people are slow to do it, and others are fast. Seifer was probably the fastest ever. It only took one day, actually only a few hours, for Seifer to evolve from one of my best and most trusted friends, to what would one day be my most lethal enemy. I think he couldn't stand how I made A class when he hadn't even made B. When I beat him during our training and when I scored higher than him on the Field Test, Seifer had suppressed his own feelings of hatred. But after I was promoted to A Class, I think Seifer just couldn't stand it anymore because now everybody knew I had bested him. Unlike me, Seifer DOES care about what people think of him, he was used to everybody thinking of him as Galbadia's next greatest metasite. What he was used to was no more when I suddenly created a name for myself seemingly out of nowhere. I bumped into him in the halls the day after my mission and I instantly knew that I would have to forget about Seifer as a friend and start treating him as a potentially dangerous opponent.
"Hey Seifer, where're you off to?" I asked.
"That, Squall, is none of your business." he responded.
He did not look me in the eye and the tone of his voice was the iciest I had ever heard. And when I say I bumped into him, it should be "he bumped into me"...and I mean LITERALLY bumped into me.
Needless to say, Seifer wasn't exactly jumping with joy at the sight of me. Instead of feeling hurt or sad that Seifer treated me that way, I just ignored him, what would come would come in time. If he wanted to act that way, then by all means he could.
In the meantime, I had Emi and Zone for companionship. Both of them were moving up the ranks quickly too, although they were at snail's pace compared to me.
I also went to see Ellone a lot more often. She never changed, same old Ellone. She was really worried about me when I was sent off on that mission and even more worried when I radioed back to the base telling them I was in trouble. She practically squeezed the life out of me and ruffled my hair till I looked like a miniature version of a Furby.
A peculiar thing happened one time I was in Ellone's office. She had to go treat some kid while I was eating lunch with her, turns out the cadet had scabbed his knee or something. She told me to wait for her while she took care of the kid so I just sat in the room eating my turkey sandwich. I looked around her room as little kids always do and my metasite vision caught the corner of a piece of paper sticking out of a folder under a bunch of other junk. Ellone wasn't exactly organized. The reason I payed special attention to that folder was because of what was written on it. Only part of it was visible because only a corner was sticking out. It read:
Name: Leon L- Location: W- Metasite R-
I cocked an eyebrow and turned scanned the surroundings with all my senses making sure Ellone was not going to be coming in anytime soon. I quickly dug out that sheet of paper and gasped out loud in shock as the name I had forgotten for six years came back to me. And with that name, came all the haunting memories of my chilling past.
Name: Leon Loire Location: Winhill Metasite Radar: Confirmed Father: Laguna Loire
-ex-soldier (c-class)
-journalist
-military background is limited Mother: Raine Loire
-ex-nurse
-unemployed
-no military background Team Sent to Retrieve: Class C Team Leader: Michael Barbarrose
-permission to kill (though not recommended)
-issued standard revolver
Nobody told me who the killer of my parents were. Nobody. I kept bugging Kiros and Ellone and they never let anything out. They knew it all along yet they never told me. I knew why, they didn't want me to get myself in trouble by doing something stupid such as dwelling on the past. Well, I probably would have let it slide had I not made a promise to myself that I would avenge the death of my parents. Also, I was mad at Ellone and mad at Kiros and mad at everybody who didn't tell me who murdered my mom and dad. I was determined to do just what they didn't want me to do. I know it was stupid, but at the time I was so consumed with anger that I lost myself.
As I reflect on my past I realize just how dangerous I was. I was a fool. A goddamn fool because of the way I thought. That was probably the first and only time in which I let anger take control of me and it was because of that time that I vowed I would never again let myself fall into the realm of darkness.
I hastily stuffed the sheet back into the folder and put it back exactly where it had been before. Even somebody who took a photo of the room before I moved it and put it back wouldn't have known that it was moved.
Ellone and I had a rather peaceful lunch after my little discovery. But I knew because of that info sheet, things were about to get a lot less peaceful for a certain Mr. Barbarrose.
I had a plan, a foolish plan, but a plan that was almost guaranteed to work. I had conceived it after many years of careful planning. All I needed was the name of the soldier who shot both my parents. Now I had it and I was ready.
First off, I dedicated an hour of my day to go to the library and ask the librarian for the latest metasite discoveries. Once I had that list, I went to the computer and did a search for Michael Barbarrose. I discovered that Barbarrose only went to recover the metasites who were between ages of four to six. After that, I went to Ellone's office and hung out there every day. Ellone was the first one to get the readings on a new metasite and she would have to run tests and stuff before sending the retrieval squad. Once Ellone got the news on a new metasite that was between the ages of four and six, the plan would be put into action. It didn't take long for a metasite that fit my description to show up on the Metasite Radar. I was chatting with Ellone when it happened and I got lucky because it happened while I was actually WITH Ellone and not training with Kiros.
"Oh I better not bother you, sis" I said "I'm just gonna go train a little and then head off to bed."
"Alright, night then." she replied while busily running checks on the new metasite to make sure it actually WAS a metasite, the Metasite Radar isn't 100% accurate so Ellone still had to run a lot of tests by hand.
I was not going to train or go to bed. I had seen clearly where the newly discovered metasite had been tracked and I hoped and prayed that the metasite radar wasn't wrong. According to the metasite radar, I was heading just outside Galbadia to Deling city. Fortunately it was only Deling and not someplace far like Balamb.
The gatekeeper saw me and raised an eyebrow since it was sort of late and I shouldn't be leaving. But the old man knew me and he'd seen me come and go. I just gave him the excuse that I left my jacket at Emi's place and he ate it up.
To tell the truth, it took a LOT of luck to pull off my plan. It's funny because the older I get, the stupider I feel about what I did. I mean, I could've lost EVERYTHING if I got caught simply because I would have a hard time explaining myself.
But that's beside the point.
Deling was a short trip from Galbadia. About a 20 minute sprint from Galbadia Garden. Once I left the Garden and I felt the cool wind hit me, I called my metasite and blasted as fast as I could towards Deling. I wanted to beat Barbarrose there so as to give myself lots of time to check out the surroundings.
I memorized the address of the kid that was apparently a metasite. He lived in a high rise building mostly made of glass. Nice place, the kid must be rich I thought. My assumptions were correct and I soon spotted the lard ass. Didn't look like a metasite at all but I could feel it inside him, there WAS a metasite in there, weak as it was.
I was hanging outside his window, literally. Just dangling there on the balcony slightly out of sight. Focusing my eyes downwards I saw the van carrying the retrieval squad casually driving down the road. It wasn't hard to miss since the Galbadia logo was stamped across it.
The kid and his family were lucky. I caught a glimpse of an apartment newsletter that said there was a problem with the heating system in their building. I decided to use that as an advantage. I was planning to kill the entire retrieval squad and not leave a trace of evidence. I was clean for the time being, but the problem would be the kid and his parents. My original plan would be to slaughter the whole family and make it look like an accident by the retrieval squad and that the metasite's natural self- defense mechanism blew the retrieval squad to pieces. It would have come off clean but an easier solution would be to use the heating problem of the building.
The retrieval squad used heavy gear, but not as high-tech as the soldiers on the front line. They all had full body armor that was equipped to handle any threat posed by normal men. Unfortunately the armor didn't have a very effective cooling system and it was very easy for the suits to overheat so they put a drop of adamantine in the backpack of each suit. Adamantine is a very special metal, it can exist as a liquid or a solid at room temperature and is the strongest material ever discovered. Adamantine also absorbs heat REALLY well. One drop of it would suck up all the heat inside a suit of armor and because of that, the adamantine inside the suit would be contained in a small area and at an extremely high temperature.
The problem with the heating system inside the apartment building was that it got hotter as the surroundings got hotter, people living inside the building were complaining because they had to control the temperatures inside their apartments to compensate for the heating system. Apparently, a guy was supposed to go fix it the next day. But it wasn't the next day yet.
The kid's father went out on his balcony for a smoke and I quickly jumped up and pressed Lionheart against his throat.
"Don't make a sound or you and your family are dead." I said.
He obeyed and I led him back into his apartment building and shut up his wife and his tub of lard son. The looks on their faces were hilarious, pure terror, eyes wide, mouth agape. I would have laughed had it not been such a serious situation.
With my acute metasite hearing I heard the retrieval squad lumbering into the building in their suits of armor. I quickly ushered the family into one of their closets and locked them in. Then I walked back out and sat on their couch facing the door.
Within minutes, the loud banging of the retrieval squad was heard on the wooden frame and I stood up and drew Lionheart. After a few more knocks and some yelling, the geniuses decided to break down the door...by shooting at it. BLAM BLAM! Two shots with a pulse rifle and the door was turned into dust. That was when they saw me.
Barbarrose looked like he was going to collapse. I slowly saluted him with my sword and let him see its deadly blue blade.
"S-shoot him!" he started screaming hysterically. He let loose five shots right at me from a distance of only a couple of meters. His comrades followed suit and soon there were smoking holes all over the apartment. The guns weren't loud so as not to disturb the peace. I was glad because I didn't want an audience.
The moment I saw him pull the trigger I was off. I danced around the bullets as if they were butterflies and knocked Barbarrose aside. I wanted to save him for last. The guy on the left was the first to fall. I dealt him a quick blow to the head with the flat of my blade and it put him out of the fight real quick. The pulse rifles were strong but not nearly fast enough or powerful enough to do damage to me. I reached out my hand and twisted the gun out of the second soldier's hand then used the back of the rifle as a bat and smacked him twice on the helmet followed by an elbow to seal the deal. Barbarrose was back on his feet and had his sword drawn, a slightly curved adamantine saber. It took me one move to remove the sword from his hand and have the tip of my own sword own his throat.
"Now Mr. Barbarrose, it's time to listen to the last words you will ever hear." I said to him. I flicked my wrist and cut his helmet in half so I could see the shock and fear written all over his face.
"You killed my parents six years ago and you didn't do it honorably either, you shot two innocent and defenseless people. Now, if I were like you, I'd stick my sword straight through your head right now. But that still wouldn't do it justice because you HAD a weapon before whereas my dad, he did not." I said, I could see him swallow nervously.
"But I'm not like you. I'm not a cold blooded killer." I told him. I saw him relax a little. "But that doesn't mean I'm not a killer. Because of you, I was raised as a killer, taught how to murder my enemies, and shown the ways of a warrior. For that, I thank you, and since I'm such a nice guy, I'm going to let you die with everyone forever thinking of you as a hero. They will say after you're dead how courageous you were jumping out this window so that these other people wouldn't die because of your overheating suit. I don't know of a better way than that to die so you better cherish it." I said, then I let the metasite armor creep off my head so that my face was clearly visible to him.
I smiled, a devilish grin that scared even myself, and I took him by the collar of his armor and threw him out the window in the center of the room. His screams could be heard echoing from building to building as he fell. Then all of a sudden it was deathly quiet. I smiled again and turned to the unconscious soldier's lying on the ground.
"See what happens when you work for the wrong people?" I said to the lifeless bodies. And then I took each of them by the legs and flung them out the window to dwell forever in hell with their commander.
AN: Okay, I hope I didn't get rusty after all this time without writing. Please let me know of any errors in the story or whatnot. This chapter was tough to write because I had to think of all that stuff about Adamantine. I also didn't explain 100% the "letting Barbarrose die with honor" thing, it's just one of those half explained things so I hope you guys will think about it and put 2 and 2 together. However, if you have any questions about what the hell is going on, just ask in your review and I will clear it up for you in the next chapter. Sorry, no shout outs this time 'cause I didn't update for so long =P