War of the OC's Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own Storm Hawks that Honor goes to NerdCorps. However, I own my little piggy bank and that is enough for me :)
Also, the appropriate OC's belong to their respective owners (Sorry, don't have the list handy right at the moment)
A short monologue: I realize I have been gone for quite along time, but with school and all, it just sort of swept Fanfiction aside. I know this is corny, but the reason I'm coming back is because I felt bad for just not finishing, and leaving Trayos, Shadow, Spike, and all the others in a hole. I couldn't even sleep at night! Well, for better (or more likely worse) I am back, and back to stay. Without further ado, ladies, gentlemen and Merbs, here is War of the OC's chapter 6
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Lightning crackled across the sky and the booming of thunder rolled in response across the Atmos. Amid this chaos a small boy on a skimmer rode towards and equally small terra, with a small adobe perched on its peak. Thomas landed and raced for the doors of the house, now hardly lit at all. He stopped and rapped earnestly on the door, now noticing the absence of light from inside. He took a step back as the door swung open, with trayos standing just inside, covered by the shadows.
"Well? Come in Thomas."
Thomas nodded and rushed into the house, guided only by the light of Trayos's blue saber. Trayos motioned for him to sit down at the kitchen table with a dismissive wave of his hand, and turned to work on other things. Thomas looked around again. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite place it…
Thomas felt his neck hairs prickle, and he ducked just in time. The blue saber missed his head by centimeters, lodging itself in the wall. Trayos glared at him with a face full of anger, one not entirely normal…
Thomas ran. He did not think, he only ran. He bolted from the table, and ran through the darkened house, until he saw the open door ahead of him. He bounded for it only to be pushed to the ground by a figure standing just inside the entrance.
"Now, what do we have here Griffey?" a sarcastic voice called out from a face illuminated by glowing red eyes. "A guest wanting to leave before the party has even started…"
With a strength born of desperation, Thomas pushed off the iron grip and ran the final feet outside, and began to sprint for his skimmer. He stopped as he felt the terra shift beneath him, and the object responsible for this change fly up from below the terra's cliff.
It was a carrier, but a hellish version at that. It was painted a blood red, and had a skull emblem along one side of it. The ship seemed to have its own atmosphere of evil around it, and the sight made Thomas sink to the ground in despair and fright. Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas saw a glint on the horizon, a dot swiftly growing bigger. It materialized into an identical carrier of that before him, but painted blue and with a symbol of a falcon on its side. It opened fire on the evil looking ship, and Thomas saw many skimmers and Heli's take off from its deck. His awe at this sight ended as he yanked around by Trayos, who raised his blades in the air as he prepared to slash downward. Thomas saw a flash of blue, and then saw yet another Trayos parrying the attack. The new Trayos disarmed the evil one, and rapped him on the side of the head with his hilt. Thomas looked around to see doubles of the same person locked in combat with each other, and the newcomers winning. Even the new cruiser was overpowering the hellish one. The red-eyed copies let out a cry that reverberated through Thomas's skull, before disappearing in puffs of acrid smoke.
It is a proven medical fact that it is impossible for blood to run cold, unless ice water is directly injected into the veins. However, this did not stop Trayos for shivering as he looked at where his doppelganger was a moment before. He turned to the huddeled boy in front of him and sat down, sighing.
"Who were those people? Why did they look like you? How come-" Thomas began, but Trayos cut him off with a hand motion. Trayos sighed, and spoke seven words that would herald a new saga in the Atmos, one of mystery, redemption, and excitement. "The truth is, we are not alone."
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Well? Whaddya guys think?