Wings of Punishment
by
Jeez, do I have to keep saying it?
Chapter 2: Twins, Or Are They?
A/N: To start off, THANK YOU REVIEWER PEOPLES! I'll just respond to you guys real quick.
Dark Mousy 0, confused, cHaOtIc cOOl, Royal Fishy Nat, and Jikan no neko: Hey there! I'm responding all at the same time since they were so similar. Well, to start off, I wasn't really sure what color Dark's hair and eyes were. I guessed and I stick by it. And, really, isn't it really an improvement? And, I wasn't going to tell you guys but after a plot change... Yeah, dead. Kaput. Done. No more. Clear enough? Yes, that was harsh. Okay, how's about this? What if she wasn't even real? Maybe she was just a vessel to bring them here... huh? huh! Mull that one over a while. Yeah, to tell you guys the truth again... I have no idea how Dark and Krad originated either... hugs kittenoftime KITTY!
My first years felt to me like they were endless... until I found who I truly was..
Krad
Kyo felt himself flying back towards the wall. The eight-year-old blew a lock of violet (I give in! XP) hair out of his face and readied for his brother's next attack. "Hey, Kenichi! What are you waiting for? New Year's!" he said as he pulled his fist back into a ready stance. Jonas hated them fighting up in the observatory but he felt like having some fun.
The other eight-year-old, Kenichi's, white hair flew back as his charged forward with a mighty battle cry. His right fist flew forward and smashed his elbow in the same direction immediately after. Too bad Kyo wasn't there anymore. He flipped over Kenichi and landed a punch playfully in his back. He jumped back and Kenichi growled and tried to grab his arm. Kyo laughed and jumped back again and hit Jonas as he was walking into the observatory. "Oh, sorry Dad. Kenichi and I were just playing," he said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Kenichi walked slowly forward towards them, covered in sweat. "You... you... YOU!" he screamed as he stormed out of the room.
Kyo glared at him as he walked out, "What's eating him?" he said with an air of sarcasm and dislike.
Jonas looked at him sharply. Kyo looked at him like he didn't know what was wrong. "Kyo... How many times do I have to tell you? Your brother doesn't like playing like that!" he scolded.
Kyo just walked sheepishly out and Jonas grabbed his shoulder. "Nice flip you did there. You got wings under that shirt?" he said smiling.
Kyo just beamed at him. "Nope!" he said as he ran downstairs.
Jonas just chuckled. "Crazy kid..."
5 years later
A lone figure in a ninja-esque outfit jumped across the rooftops in the pitch-black night. A few soldiers were out patrolling but mostly the torches in front of houses were the only light. He jumped across a few more rooftops and stopped. He pulled some tubes with lenses that resembeled binoculars and peered through them. He spyed the patrol on top of a fortress. He silently counted them off and memorized the patrol patterns. He put the "binoculars" away and jumped up higher and higher until he made it on top of the clocktower. He then pulled a crossbow from his belt and placed an arrow in it. The arrow whizzed out and the length of rope attached to it is revealed. He hooks a ring on the crossbow and slides down the rope onto a ledge. A guard walks by just as he hides from sight. The guard looks about, wondering if he was daydreaming on watch, then keeps walking. He slips down soundlessly and knocks out the guard with one swift motion. He crouches and crawls along the ledge, reminiscent of Sam Fisher in Splinter Cell. He quickly dispatches the rest of the guards and slips inside. The inner guards aren't much trouble either. Now, the hard part was the plunder.
The latest treasure to catch his eye was one of the imperial's greatest wonders, The Cat's Eye Scepter. There were rumors of some kind of magickal powers residing in its center jewel, The Cat's Eye. Of course, who listens to old hags in robes who ask you how your love life is? He slipped in and out of the shadows, readying himself to steal the scepter and leave as quickly as possible. The vault that the most priceless was actually a tomb that only the highest ranking imperials knew of. Not even they knew all the passages, only the ones to their specific lot of treasure. Too bad their secret vaults were looted for maps and compiled to make the second master copy to the caverns. The twisting and winding caverns were more than likely endless, even worse, no torches were placed inside the tunnels. If only others weren't too stupid to attempt the plunder unprepared.
He quickly started running through the passage, his speed more than what was obviously insane. He sped on through the tunnels, stopping only after tripping on something in the dark. A match was lit and the outline of our mysterious thief is seen. Light washes over the tunnel as the rotting and smelly corpse of a brave but stupid soul. The details are pointless, it does nothing to revive him and sickens the people. He shrugged off his pity and slight horror and began running again. A light came from up ahead.
A shadowed blur flew into the chamber. The guards screamed to each other, trying to organize and kill this idiotic intruder. "You dare steal from the Emperor?" they screamed as they ran in with their spears. A cloud of smoke erupted and nothing can be seen. The guards cough and choke, trying to see.
"Better luck next time!" our ninja/thief yells out to them with a hearty wave as the smoke clears. He charges out of the chamber and back out the vault with no trouble and disappears into the night. He landed on a rooftop and uses the scepter as a cane in one hand and rips off his mask with the other revealed the face of Jonas, elated at his plunder.
"Don't celebrate too early, Jonas... I suggest you give back that relic before I take it back..." said a voice nearby. Jonas flipped around to see a guard in metallic red armor (troopers have white).
"So... you're here already, Captain Morgel?" he said with a little arrogance and surprise at the same time. "You're the one who should worry about me... taking that lovely armor of yours and making a giant metal boot to kick your ass!" he screamed as he threw a smoke bomb at him and started slashing with a long knife he had in his boot.
Morgel jumped back, "Ha! You actually think a knife can cut through my superior armor!" he taunted and drew his spear. "Jonas... today you die for all the precious items stolen from the Empire!" he yelled with a battle cry and jabbed forward with his spear.
They fought back and forth, flashes and the clanging of metal echoeing through the night. Sweat flowed from both of them, yearning to slice through the other. Jonas felt a pain in his side and hesitated in his defense for just a moment... just long enough for his opponent to send a spear through his chest. Blood trickled down his mouth as he fell to the ground, near to his last breath. Captain Morgel smirked down at his former arch-enemy. "Pathetic," he breathed out as he heaved the body onto his back so he could display his prize before the King. Unfortunately, in his jovial mood, he missed seeing the little purple-haired boy he was silently sobbing after watching the only person who cared for him die...