(I've retitled the story after thinking about it. Hope you like this chapter, Ciaio!—Secret7)
Samurai Boomer II:
Peace of Night
Chapter 2
Boomer swung his sword vigorously through the air, slicing an insect-like alien in half, and it exploded with green blood.
Boomer stood his ground next to Jack. They were being surrounded by these insect aliens in the Royal Garden, so they were forced to defend themselves.
"Jack. Do you think these are the guys who kidnapped Brad?" Boomer said, not letting down his guard.
"They don't look like it. If your vision was correct--" Jack sliced one of the insectoids' heads off—"Then they'll look more like a human being."
"Gotcha," Boomer replied.
Boomer slashed at one of the insects, and it splattered to bits. Jack was performing rapid, precise attacks with his katana, not once missing. The green fluids flew through the air, until, at last, the last alien had been killed.
Boomer smelled his armpit, coated in insect fluid.
"That's just disgusting," Boomer stated frankly.
"I would have to agree. As your stepfather, I order you to take a bath."
"WHAT?!?" Boomer screamed, as if he had just been ordered to eat the Eiffel Tower.
"What's wrong with a bath?"
"I've never bathed in my life, and I plan to keep it that way!" Boomer shouted, folding his arms.
Jack just stared, then finally spoke up: "Your hygiene needs are vey important. I am very sorry, but I must order you to take a bath."
"Why? I just stink..."
"Then take a bath!"
Boomer sighed, and took off towards the restroom.
"Kids these days," Jack muttered, walking off to the meditation section of the garden.
. . .
Jack felt at peace. He meditated, feeling the power within. He was also in a state of thought. About three days ago, Brad had been kidnapped, but to where? They hadn't seen hide nor hair of the self-entitled "Sons of Aku" terrorist group, and Boomer kept talking about that vision...about the strange one where he seemed to die and have the blood sucked right out of him. He sighed, and continued to concentrate, unaware that there was an emergency about to happen...
. . .
Boomer lay down in the tub, thinking. The water was cold, and that always did help him think. At first, he wandered on trivial things such as what would be for dinner, and how to beat the zombies with forks in Resident Evil 500. But then his thoughts seemed to go deeper as well as Jacks. He remembered the two times he died, seeing his brothers again...The many battles Jack and him had endured. It was as if they were almost drifting away. Like for an example, Boomer was beginning to disrespect the rules. Well, he always disrespected the rules, but NOT ones lay down by Jack. Jack said that it was part of the natural process of growing up, but Boomer wasn't so sure.
What if I'm just a bad son? he asked himself.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt himself being pulled into a dark sleep...
. . .
He was in the same dark dungeon as before, watching from his own eyes...or were they his eyes? They looked the same. He was crying as he watched himself, and there were two large, bleeding holes in his neck area. Boomer knew this place...like he had been there before...
The boy that was was both Brad and Boomer heard the footsteps of a creature walking towards his cell. The figure was still in shadows, as before, but the boy could tell he was smiling. Boomer came to the realization that the boy he was staring at was Brad. It was an awful realization, but he had no time for it right now.
The silhouette opened the cage once again, but this time Brad was too weak to fight it. The figure bared it's fangs, and it dug into Brad's neck, as the twins both screamed in unison once again.
"BOOMER!" a voice shouted. "Wake up! Please, please wake up!"
Boomer felt too drowsy to wake up. It was like the life had just been sucked out of him.
"Please wake up..." the voice said, and Boomer recognized it: Jack! But Boomer had to watch over his brother, didn't he? It was hard...so hard...he felt cold, like he was dying all over again...
. . .
Boomer coughed out water. He was lying down on a white table covered in water, with a towel over him. From the looks of it, he was in a hospital. He looked up, and saw Jack standing over him, worried.
"Boomer...say something..." Jack said quietly.
"I--" (he coughed out more water) "I think I'll be OK..."
"What happened?" Jack asked.
"I was taking a bath...and I fainted. I guess I began to drown..." Suddenly he got a twisted look in his eyes. "See? That's why I don't take baths!"
Jack laughed, and it felt like the first time in a while. Then he got serious again.
"Boomer...why did you faint?"
Boomer shook his head. "I don't know. But the important thing is...I think..." He paused.
"What is it?" asked Jack.
"I'm almost positive of this," Boomer replied. "Almost."
"Well, what is it?" Jack asked, getting the tiniest bit impatient.
"...I think I know where Brad is," Boomer said...
to be continued.