Thanks for waiting patently for the next chapter. I have been blown of my feet with my most recent Danny Phantom fanfic so haven't really though to update this one. Thank you for all the reviews and such. Also, thank you for being so supportive of me during this story. This was my first good idea and I didn't really know how it would work out. But it is working wonderfully and I regret to inform you that maybe five more chapters will be coming your way before this story meets its close. Oh well, let's not think about the bad side of things and enjoy reading this fic. I sure am enjoying writing it.
P.S: Just listen to the song Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead on full volume. Epic…
Stan's POV
Cartman. The only person who had ever really messed with me and Kyle. The only person who didn't respect a thing in this world; except for maybe Hitler. I still haven't found out why he was there. All I remember after that is being able to use these powers whenever I want. Though the only use for them is something destructive. I hate that. I am finally a superhero yet all I can do is destroy and incite fear. I tore my eyes away from Kayley and looked at my hands. I exerted my will and a small ball of white light appeared in my palm. I could go no further than this otherwise it would disrupt the machines in the rooms below.
I let the light fade from my hand as I felt Kayley stir from her sleep. I leaned down and took her in a compassionate kiss. After a few seconds I released her and gazed into her mind numbing green eyes.
"Good morning to you too." she said. She got up from our temporary sleeping area and walked towards the stairs in the corner of the attic room. She gave me one last look before she disappeared into the rest of the building below. I sighed, today was the day. The day where we would rise up against those who had betrayed us. I still didn't know after all those years what Cartman was doing or what had become of him. To be honest I never really cared but just the fact that I didn't know annoyed me. Also he had had a part in me becoming what I am today. I haven't found a name for myself. I suppose I could be the 'chosen one' or 'the mutant' but I really didn't like the sound of any of those names. I'm just Stan.
I got up myself and put my jacket on. I also slipped on my holster after checking my initiation pistol was in working order. I was determined to not let this gun not be used in the fight upcoming. Luke was going to get it if it was the last thing I did. Guess vengeance is something which is still alive in my soul, my core feeling. I entered the lower floors of the building and saw many familiar faces; each face a mixture of emotions. Hate, fear, apprehension, joy and strangely enough, content. James Dunstan. The guy who I had first spoken to when we were in the town centre. He was waiting for me at the weapons pile we had created the day before. All sorts of firearms and explosives were in the pile, each with its respective ammunition strapped tightly to it via duct tape.
"Sleep well Stan?" he asked; a friendly aura about him.
"Yes I did thank you."
"You damned better had." He murmured at a barely audible volume.
"Sorry?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," I furrowed my brow in suspicion. He chuckled nervously. "Let's get you kitted up then eh?" It was obvious he was trying to change the topic but I decided to let is slide. After all, we had a huge fire fight ahead of us. One which should not be taken lightly. I nodded in agreement and me and James made our way towards the weapons. By the end of the brief selecting session, I felt as ready as I could be. I was the leader of the team so I had no speciality weapons. However I did have a special uniform. Made by Sonia herself especially for me, how should I put it, special talents. The standard uniform we were wearing consisted of anaconda assault vests (the toughest in the business) which came up to our necks for extra protection. Accompanying this were my personal favourite, the goliath assault trousers. These babies were two inches of Kevlar with another centimetre of chain link to stop knifes. These weren't good as the anaconda legs in protection but the extra mobility gave the user an edge. We all had the same goliath arm guards and then standard assault helmets with some slight modifications. For example, we now had HUDs showing our ammunition status and status of armour and teammates. Also communicators and cameras in the helmets to give Sonia the ability to guide us through the building. Weapons wise everybody had chosen their own. James, I noticed had a beefy looking Type 09 sub machine gun which looked as though it could carry several different types of ammunition. A force to be reckoned with I was sure.
Myself, I had only two mini-uzis in holsters along with my special pistol. However the main modification to my suit was that I had weird gloves on with an ominous white orb in the palms. When I asked Sonia I immediately understood its role. They were specifically designed to channel my power through the gloves without loosing the protection for my hands. As an added bonus, they gave them a quick power boost and a metre was on the side to measure how much I had left. I knew that if I lost my power reserves I could be knocked unconscious or even worse. I shuddered at the thought. Best not to think about what might happen. You must understand though it is a fate worse than death.
After about an hour everybody was kitted up and loaded into a white van we had hired for the occasion. Sonia was sitting at the computers and would act as a helper for us, giving us direction and informing us of guard reinforcements. I flexed my will slightly and felt the power well into my arms, barely managing to stay in the confines of my skin. I opened my eyes, I was ready. Guess it was time to give everybody a quick motivational speech. I stood up once the van was on the motorway and gripped onto the bar above me for support.
"Once again I thank you for coming on this trip. You are the people who are going to rid the CIA of the virus which has crippled the once iconic agency to petty crime. The ones who have destroyed our lives, our family's lives. Fight hard, fight well. Fight for everybody you love and ever will love. But most importantly fight for yourselves. It is time to stop running and face the monster which has attacked us and so many around us. And if it is truly our time to die; then so be it!" On the last word I raised my fist into the air. Everybody did so and cheered. I smiled to myself then took my seat next to Kayley. Unnoticed by the rest of the van was that our fingers were locked. Squeezing each others reassuringly. Telling ourselves as much as the other that everything would be ok. I don't think either of us believed it.
Kayley's POV
The van abruptly stopped as we reached our destination. The CIA headquarters in Colorado. The place where that reached son of a bitch Luke was located. A mixture of emotions flooded my brain. Anger, fear.
"Fire up your HUDs guys," he paused. "And ladies of course." I laughed, even at a time like this he could still make me laugh; I could see now how good he was a friend for Kyle. Kyle would have liked him dearly, wait, he did like him dearly. But that car crash… I had trouble when I found out what had happened to Kyle. I can't possibly begin to comprehend how it must have felt for him to lose his entire family. But this was what they were here for right? To get revenge on the CIA. I looked at Stan's handsome face for one last time before his helmet covered it up. I saw the wrinkles and creases which made him seem so much older than he really was. I saw the worries in his eyes which he tried so hard to conceal and forget. This wasn't just about revenge for him. It was a bought closure, about some thing much more than that even. It was as if this was the only thing that worried him at the moment. The only thing that mattered anymore. Then he looked back at me. I was lost in his perfect blue eyes for a moment or so. I saw the pain again, the anger. But I saw something else as well, just a speck of happiness, of compassion, and most of all content.
I smiled back at him then slid my own mask down to cover my face. Everything was going to be alright.
Sorry It's so short, I just wanted to give you guys a update.
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