So we are going to try a new style of writing. We are going to attempt to do flashbacks and a little bit of romance for you sick people who like love and stuff... And for you heartless bastards who want grief and loss(I am one if these people, unfortunately), we have that for you as well. Anyway, on with the story...
Today was the day of their first mission. Aionion sat in a small chair usually reserved for the copilot and was looking out the window. The helicopter, the only thing fast enough to get them there on time because all of the others had left already. It was rattling as it flew but Aionion passed it off as turbulence.
Aionion was full to capacity on adrenaline and was restlessly bouncing his collapsible scythe on his knee. He had worked hard to finish it and now it was better than ever.
Flashback, One month ago...
"Hey Aionion, wait up!" Sima shouted as she ran down the hallway. She was excited because today they were allowed to make their own weapons. She wanted to make some trench knives, which would allow her to fight with her fists and two blades. She also wanted to add Uzis to them for more versatility.
She was bouncing on her toes and appeared to skip down the hall only to turn and smile back at Aionion as he jogged to keep up with her.
Now, Aionion couldn't smile but he could give the impression of it. His face twitched in a way that could be seen as smiling but if you didn't know it, you'd miss it.
When they reached the forge area,a wave of heat washed over them, much like the wave of excitement passed through them when they created their armor.
Síma had, as usual, gone with a modest outfit that still left little to the imagination. It was basically leather that was held together with tempered steel bolts. It covered all the vital organs but still left her stomach, legs, and arms wide open. With her flexibility, that would not be an issue.
Aionion designed a more, how should we say it...complex armor.
It started with a form fitting black body suit. It wasn't skin-tight, but clearly showed off his muscular figure. Then armor was iridium plates that were attached to the cloth with some mesh armor. It covered some of his chest, the outside of his thighs, his shins, his wrists, and his shoulders. He had a helmet that he was working on, but the visor just wouldn't match what he wanted.
He had left the helmet at the forge so he could work on it in his spare time. It wasn't a lot, but training to not cut yourself in half with your weapon was way more important at the moment.
He had been improving the scythe, little by little, until it collapsed, had a sniper rifle attached, and the blade would turn to make it a halberd. It was incredibly complex, but that made it all the more fun for Aionion.
Síma had created her own weapons too. She had two trench knives that became Uzi's if the blades were flipped down. It was cruel, yet effective way of butchering people and Grimm.
They often sparred over the next three weeks and were now on the level of Eric in their weapons but they had no combat experience.
So they were ecstatic when they received a call to go to Malcolm's office for a mission. They were to guard an incoming shipment of Dust and supplies until a cargo plane could be sent to retrieve it.
Flashback over
The helicopter shook again as winds buffeted it and Aionion grabbed the seat to steady himself. What he wasn't expecting was to be thrown the opposite way and fell out of his seat.
He cursed and settled back in his seat as yet another wind shook the aircraft. When they took the mission, they expected some grandiose jet to be waiting to take them to the drop point. Sima was the leader of this mission as well, Aionion thought bitterly.
The pilot spoke over the two-way radio they had in their headset. "We'll get there soon you two. Just calm down and you'll be on the ground in no time. We'll be at the mark in twenty minutes so buckle down for them." The pilot chuckled as Síma's already sickly green face became steadily greener ad the choppy flight went on.
So twenty minutes later, as the pilot promised, Síma dived out the door and took a few moments to kiss the ground. Aionion took those few moments to look over the surrounding landscape.
A small forested area to the north and west, mountains to the east, and a small river to the south. The cargo was in large crates stacked in the middle of the clearing. It was the perfect area for a secure trade and an even better area for an ambush.
Aionion's grip tightened on his scythe at every sound that echoed through the area. He had the terrible feeling of being watched and looked towards the forest. He only caught sight of small packs of Beowolves and the occasional Ursa.
Aionion turned back to the cargo that was stacked nearby. It had been dropped off two hours prior and still no planes had come to get it.
He had a sneaking suspicion that the plane had been delayed and that the people who did it were nearby. He got his answer when six people suddenly appeared in his field of vision. All had black suits with red ties on except for one. He had a bowler hat and a cane that looked more decorative than functional. His white coat hung passed his waist and he had a cigar sticking out of his mouth.
The men in black and red outfits pulled red swords from their belts at the signal the bowler hatted man gave. He looked to be extremely cocky and this was proven when he spoke.
"Ah! It seems we have two children who want to play grown up. Yes, we would love to stay and play pretend but we're on a tight schedule here." He gave a small wave after he said that. "Move aside from the boxes and no one gets hurt."
When Aionion and Síma hadn't moved, he gestured to his men. "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way then. Get them." The henchmen soon followed orders and rushed at the children. They didn't realize that the two children could kick their ass to the broken moon and back.
And so they did. They beat back the henchmen but another five came back as soon as they did.
Soon they became tired of the repeated waves of henchmen. They started to push through but we're stopped when the bowler hat man pushed and shoved his way to them.
They faced each other for a minute. Síma, always the impatient one, rushed at him, trench knives drawn back for a crushing punch. The man gracefully ducked under the swing and rapped her back with his cane. It sent her into the pile of crates they were supposed to guard.
Now Aionion was a peaceful giant, prefering peace to violence but hurting his only friend was where he drew the line.
Aionion threw everything he had into his barrage of swings. But no matter how hard he swung, nor how many swings he made, he still could not get a heavy hit on him. Sure, he cut him a few times, but the mans aura quickly healed those up. By now the man had called for backup as a giant plane came down and latched onto a few crates.
This uncovered Síma's bruised body and Aionion flew into a rage that he unleashed on the man. Yet still, the man continued to avoid the scythe.
Then Síma shakily got up and moved towards Aionion. When she got there the plane had already grabbed another two crates and the man had gotten on top of the two. When Síma fell onto him, Aionion dropped his scythe to catch her.
The bowler hat man had raised his cane and pointed it at the two. "Sorry you two, but I gotta interrupt this little touchy feely moment of yours." At this the man's cane's end popped open revealing a sight and a gun barrel.
The shot fired and Aionion tried his best to cover Síma's body with his own but the bullet was a dust round and exploded on impact, leaving a gaping hole where her right lung used to be. Aionion had taken the bullet into his stomach but all of the dust had exploded on impact.
As blood poured from their wounds, the cargo plane finally arrived. Aionion tried his best to staunch the blood flow but the hole was too large and he knew she couldn't be saved.
Before she was placed in the plane though, she stretched her hand out to Aionion. Aionion was at her side in a second and ready to do whatever it was she asked of him.
"Please do not blame yourself." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. "It was -cough- it was my fault for being so reckless." She took a few moments to cough and wheeze as she prepared to finish. "I-I-I," she paused to breath, "I really liked you. Don't -cough- forget me, but let me go enough that it doesn't- " she paused to cough horribly this time. She didn't have long to live now. It seemed the only thing keeping her going was finishing this. "Doesn't affect who you are. Please Aionion, do this last thing for me." She tried to smile at Aionion but it came out more of a grimace. Sima gestured for him to get closer to her. When he was within reach, she leaned up and kissed him. It was a one sided kiss, but it meant the world to both of them.
Aionion had closed his eyes during the kiss and when he opened them, he knew she was gone. She had done what she needed to and then she left. His eyes watered and he left her still body behind.
Aionion wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and left the back of the cargo plane. He went and sat against one of the crates that survived the encounter. He would never let someone get so close to him ever again, because it hurt even worse when they left.
Aionion really hated that man, no, he hated that mans very existence. Aionion wanted blood, and blood Aionion would get.
Sorry about the kinda rushed ending.. I'm not a person who's really into the romance stuff and I don't really know what I can do to make it better. If you have any suggestions, pm me or leave a review with them. I'll reply in the next chapter. Next chapter will feature the White Fang and their base.