Section 7: I, Hate

Upon the O-jin ship captained by Hate Zombie, good news was to be heard. Good news especially since Hate was eager to sleep.

"We'll be there in about a day." reported Azrael, the second in command.

"That's terrible news!" replied Hate. "I wanted to get plenty of rest before our daring raid and you tell me we'll be there in about a day! What the fuck? I've got shit to plan out! DAMMIT!" Hate paced back and forth.

"Well if you paid more attention to anything, at all…" mumbled the vampire looking Lucious.

"I'm sure everything will be fine." smiled Azrael, his scaly tail waving. "By your information there shouldn't be hardly anyone there by the time we arrive."

"Oh yeah. That's right, I knew that!" smirked Hate as he slammed his fist into his palm; the SAME palm. No I'm just kidding it was his other palm.

"So take it easy Captain." smiled Azrael.

"I'm totally going to do that." Hate said before laughing evilly and going to his quarters. His plan had been to sleep, but instead I'll have him have a disturbing dream about a key moment in his past for you, the reader.

It was a great ship. In fact in his eyes it was the best. His big brother was the greatest pirate in the universe, even better than the Devil of Destruction. That's what the young boy had always believed. That was what he held dear; and someday he'd be just like him.

"Hate-kun!" he'd smile, "Why are you even here?"

"To be a pirate from planet O, the greatest pirate in the universe!" he'd smile.

"But you're such a scrawny child! How can you be great?" his big brother would reply.

"By becoming like you!" Hate would say before laughing.

"You think I'm the greatest?" his big brother would laugh at the thought and say, "Hate-kun, the greatest pirate as of yet was your father!"

"M-m!" Hate would shake his head and declare, "My father was never the greatest and you know it!"

"Hahahaha!" the man would laugh.

"The kid's right!" a drunken pilot would say. And then the entire crew would start cheering for Big Brother. That is how Hate knew he was the greatest. No one could beat his Big Brother.

But of course, that day came. The Galaxy Police transporter looked humble enough. The pirates judged it easy prey and began the attack as usual. But when they began boarding they discovered all was not as it seemed, and they were quite screwed. Worse yet, Hate had snuck along for the raid.

"SHIT!" screamed a pirate as he became very dead. Of all the ships in the galaxy they had to pick the one carrying a package for Jurai. And a rather important package at that, as the Juraian guards on board suggested. Everyone knew that Jurai's physical enhancements though mysterious were the best. Somehow young Hate had made it into the cargo area first.

He wasn't sure where he was going or what he was doing. He was just scared. And in his fear he stumbled across it, and became calm. There, floating before him was that very special delivery. A Juraian Tree seed, floating in an incandescent green light it called his name. But that feeling of safety didn't last long.

"ARH!" grumbled his idol as he stumbled down the stairs wrestling with two of the Juraian guards; a near impossible feat. In fact I don't know how he did that and I'm the author!

"Big Brother!" Hate cried in terror. It was only then that the pirate noticed the young boy.

"Hate-kun! Run away from here!" he commanded through clenched teeth. His muscles were practically bursting at the strain of wrestling with the guards.

"NOOO!" the boy screamed as he ran to his friend's aid. He grabbed one of the guards by the arm and sunk his teeth in.

"DAMMIT!" the guard yapped in pain before tossing his arm sideways, sending the boy falling towards the protective glass casing around the shaft of light holding the seed.

The moment was like slow motion for Hate. Nobody expected the glass to break; it was made to withstand high caliber plasma blasts and the likes. But it did break. As Hate's left eye hit the floor he heard screaming; then silence. When he awoke both space ships were gone, destroyed completely. But he was unharmed; floating in space.