Chris sits on his bed, his hands shaking. He thinks of all the friends he left behind, mostly Kay.
Kay.
"He has been my friend for god knows how long, a-and now he's gone." Kay says to a picture of her mother. "Things will never be the same. He has four scars on his chest because of me." She sits down, going back on her life to the time when Chris first appeared, at least, when she first noticed him
*Flashback.*
"Okay, Okay Naomi." Seven year old Kay laughs. The two girls walk through an alley. They hear the familiar sound of a pistol being loaded. Kay slowly turns around to find herself looking down the barrel of a pistol.
"Do you know how long I had to hunt you down just for a paycheck?" The man holding the pistol says. Kay closes her eyes, preparing for the most painful experience of her life. The shot never came. Instead, she hears the sound of a gun hitting the ground. She opens her eyes to see a blonde haired boy, fierce green eyes glaring at the gunman. The man, clearly panicking, sloppily pulls a knife on the boy. Who, in turn, dodges and punches the man in the face. These actions repeat, until the man finally slashes the boy in the chest. The boy brushes it off, until the man regains control of the pistol. Three shots ring out from the alley. The boy falls to the ground. The man steps over his form towards Kay. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the boy slowly get up, his calm expression now one of pure rage. Then, with freighting speed, the gun is gone and the man is on the ground, out cold. The boy slumps against the wall.
"You okay?" Kay asks.
"Let's see. I got shot three times and cut in the chest. Yeah, a normal day for me." He says. The ambulance sirens grow closer.
Later that day
"What did I drink?" The boy says. Kay gives a light chuckle.
"What is your name?" Kay asks.
"Chris. And you are Kay, heiress to Sunders academy." Chris says.
"Thanks." Kay whispers.
"No problem." Chris coughs.
"Friends?" Kay asks, offering her hand. Chris freezes up. "Sorry."
"It's alright, just that nobody wanted to be my friend." Chris mutters.
"I'm the first then!" Kay exclaims cheerfully.
"Friends." Chris says, shaking her hand.
*End Flashback*
Kay sighs, fresh tears filling her eyes. She holds the T-28 close to her chest as she falls asleep.
Chris.
Chris yawns as he wakes at the crack of dawn. He dresses himself in his Sunders hoodie and walks out the door to the garage. The streets look like a ghost town, no one driving currently. He drives out his tank and to the firing range, where he sits in the gunner seat and fires rounds. Slowly, everyone in the Panzer class arrives. Chris drives his tank back to the garage.
"Student. How long have you been up?" Anzu asks.
"Since the crack of dawn, why?" Chris returns. Mako's eyes widen.
"That's too early to be a human." Mako mutters in her tired drabble.
"That's normal for Chris, prez." A male voice says. Chris turns to find a friend from Sunders.
"Oh, Hey Soku." Chris says.
"Commander." Soku returns.
"Commander?" Miho asks.
"I was the male tankery commander at sunders." Chris says.
"One of the best." Soku says.
"Tankers for the T-28, codename, stingray." Momo-chan says. "Chris, Soku, John, Jeff, and Phill." The five males nod to each other.
"Let's go!" Chris shouts.
"He's commander." Anzu says.
"And Vice Commander for the whole team." Miho says.
"For once, I agree with my position being taken." Momo says. They watch the T-28 roll into the training area before getting into their own tanks.