Sooo hi... I know I been gone a VERY long time, and that's my bad, but I just wanted to say that this story is still in progress, I'm just rewriting all my chapters at the moment, as you likely noticed. I do have the new couple chapters finished, but I want to clean up the rest of the story before post them. With that being said, I'm going to take down the previous chapters because I renamed them, added to them, and made correction where it was necessary. The name changes are to help with keeping track of the story's timeline. This chapter changes up my writing slightly because of where I leave off, but I hope it doesn't come out awkward. If it does I might adjust it some more, but not excessively. I'm considering picking a character to be my narrator, but for now I'll leave it alone. I'm six chapters in, so I'm posting those and the others afterwards in waves probably, (I'm not there yet...) just know I'm still alive! ~OctoBoo
Attempt 2: R.E.L.O.V.I.N.G
Day 385
In a starlit sky hangs a full moon, shining like a spotlight for the scene below. A midnight black motorcycle hot in pursuit, one large lightbulb in the front, illuminating the empty highway. The vehicle's two wheels spin hastily, passing one white line after the next — so fast the color was becoming one pure streak on a road of ominous gray. Sirens sound and surround in a swarm around the cycle and its passengers. Lights flashing in a blinding red and blue behind the speeding device, while the soft radiance of buildings glow down the dark road ahead.
At the vehicle's handles is a girl, with a boy clinging to her hips. They were both in heavy duty gear, tinted visor helmets over their heads. Weapons strapped to their torsos, they seemed to mirror each other, but the body types were different and distinct. The girl, petite, with a smooth hourglass shape. The boy, tall, with a slim-fit build. Revving the engine, the front half of the motorcycle picks up like a horse in peril, then accelerates. The exhaust that spewed from the back was a flame of pure black ink. The boy jumps, wrapping the girl's waist in a tight squeeze, as the front tire makes contact with the pavement below. The girl flinches at his touch, but leans in towards the handles, the boy strapped to her in such a way that could be comparable to a backpack. Lights glisten ahead of the pair, red and blue twinkling just down the street in a daunting horizontal line. The boy looks back, the flashing glow behind them was no longer there.
A faint echo of a projected voice rings. "There's nowhere left to run," it says, "Just turn yourselves in, love birds! The boss wants his elite soldiers back... for good!" A loud hum follows the feminine voice's words, a giant light shining down on the duo.
They both look up at the bright white looming over them. Their shielded eyes were greeted by a helicopter. The girl turns her attention back towards the road. A blockage of cars and spikes progressively becoming more than a hazy twinkle.
"So, what's the plan?" The boy asks, now leaning in close to the girl, his voice flows like oozing honey to the ears through their linked headphones — even with the helmet's slight muffle.
It gave the girl chills, she was silent for a moment, scanning the bright horizon ahead. Her options were limited, either way this could end badly, but she wasn't willing to back down. After a few seconds, she decides to pull the only wild card she's got. "Do you trust me?"
"Forever and always." His sweet smile was audible through his tone.
"Good, you're gonna need to." The girl speeds up, flying completely out of the spotlight's range.
"What are you doing exactly?" The boy swiftly questions.
"We're gonna give 'em one hell of a rejection!" The girl replies, holding high confidence in her tone.
A static sound sings, right before the same voice above speaks once more, "So, you choose to keep running?" She exhales before continuing. "Fine," she says in an unsettling calmness. Her next word's volume shook the pair to their cores, "Fire!"
A hefty shooter lowers from the helicopter's nose, a gatling gun with long duration. The nasal rotates, charging up a shot.
"Kaaat!" The boy exclaims, his attention behind them and skywards as his grip slightly shakes her.
The girl glances back in response, tracking his gaze. She huffs in resentment at the sight. "Just trust me, Leo!" She snaps before returning back ahead, her voice retaining a hint of plead. The boy's panic softens at the tone of her distress, then a dense breath leaves his chest, preparing for what's to come. In less than a few seconds, the weapon was spitting rapid fire. The motorbike's wheels swerved in and out desperately, evading as many inky cyan bullets as possible. Yet, the weapon tracks the vehicle's every move, until the shots thrown the duo's way hit in a consistent streak. Shots so powerful and precise it blows the pair's layers of protective armor clean off. The girl and the boy both turn their heads towards the helicopter, faces full of frustration and fear. Both masked faces are now revealed, it's clear to see this pair wasn't exactly human, but neither was their society.
The girl is light skinned like a shade of caramel, kissed with a beauty mark on both sides of her face — one on the upper cheek and the other on the lower cheek. Her hair is a dark mocha brown, done in a mesh of tightly twisted tentacles, parted to the right — blowing in the wind of high speeds. Her eyes are a deep, chocolate brown, sparkling like edible glitter in all the flickering lights. Rounded ears bedazzled with jewelry, an earbud clipped to her on the left. Her clothes are skintight, she sat in a black upper body harness over a white shirt — half-cut with shoulder length sleeves. A lower waist harness atop black high waisted shorts — ending a few inches below the beginning of her legs — black gun holsters strapped to her upper thighs. Her hands, grasping the handles, encased in a black pleather, the gloves fingerless and long. Her boots — rising just below her knees — are shiny leather, with silver wedge heels.
The boy enveloped around her, a sandy pale tone. His eyes, a full, ocean blue — glittering with plentiful emotion. His eyebrows are bushy, with a single slit on the left brow. A studded earring on either side of his lightly freckled face, with an earpiece like his partner he's clasped to. His hair is a rocky black, flipped over itself — showing a cloudy white half of his three tentacles — while the rest of his head is buzz cut, a shaved streak on both sides of the head. His clothes were similar to the girl's, but longer, covering the majority of his skin. His chest harness was bulkier, forming a squared U on his white t-shirt, rather than a branched out V — firearm slots on either side of his torso. His waist missing a harness, but his hips surrounded by a sturdy belt — lined in gadgets. His leather biker pants were heavily pocketed, and stuffed into hefty boots — which lacked a heel, but consisted of the bottom silver lining. His hands on her waist were covered by padded, fingerless gloves that stopped at his wrist.
Two Octolings on the run from the law it seemed. Their species really can never catch a break, recently being given the opportunity to escape Octo Valley several years back after being brainwashed, under the control of DJ Octavio. They have Agent 3 to thank for that. As of lately, there's been an abundant blossom of Octolings within Inkopolis because of the recruitment of Agent 8 – the first ever Octoling – to the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Now, there's a new Agent 3, who people speculated to be an Inkling, history showing the past two out of three have been from the species, it only makes sense right? In reality, this unknown face is an Octoling. Why does any of this matter? Two of those four agents are caught in this kerfuffle.
Their eyes glue themselves on the revolving gun as it prepares to spill more ink. The girl quickly shifts her focus back on the road, dropping down the bike's speed. They were running out of time.
"You have to jump off!" She tells the boy over the noise, not breaking eye contact from the flashing before them.
"What?!" He exclaims, bringing his face over her shoulder. "Are you crazy?! I'm not leaving you!"
"You said you trusted me, right?! You have to jump off!"
"What are you gonna do?!"
"Remember Move 37?"
"No! No! We're not doing that!"
She grabs hold of his intertwined hands around her waist, then glances at him swiftly, a smirk across her face. The motorcycle's speed drops further, while the helicopter above flies ahead. The helicopter's strapped weapon is now charged, but facing the opposite direction.
"Kat! Don't do this!"
She detaches his hands from her body, and the cycle screeches to a halt. The boy loses balance, with the abrupt pause, falling backwards onto the pavement. From his back, he rolls onto his knees and the tip of his shoes against the rough road. His pleather glove scratched up from forcing the momentum to a stop. The motorbike drifts in a semicircle, drawing up smoke before darting down the road speeding up excessively, amidst the boy's tumble. He quickly scrambles to his feet, attempting to chase after the driver, but the vehicle's already too far gone. Meanwhile, the helicopter is slowly looping around to face the girl racing towards the blocked road. Blue eyes on the copter, his feet pick up velocity.
He swiftly puts a finger up to his earbud, then speaks between huffs. "Kat– turn around! They're gonna shoot you– before you even get down the road!"
Her voice responds in his ear, in a gentle static, "By the time I do that, there'll already be open fire! You have to hit that shot!"
"But– I've never even been able to hit before! Even when we've practiced! How– how am I supposed to do it now?! What if—"
"Leo, stop,"
The boy slows down, until his running ceases, and his hand drops as she speaks.
"You have to believe in yourself… the same way I believe in you… I know you can do it! You told me once, 'if you really trust in yourself, you can accomplish so much more.' So, stop thinking for a minute, and put some faith in yourself… like you put faith in me!"
The helicopter was finally facing forward. The boy scans his surroundings, then spots an abandoned car on the side of the road. Racing over to it, he jumps onto the trunk, then stands on the automobile's roof. Dislodging a bow strapped to his back, he pulls back the loaded weapon's strings, squatting down into a kneel. Down the road he hears the female from the hovering device again.
"Aw~! Did the dynamic duo finally split? Playing the hero, Kitty? Sacrificing yourself all in the name of love~?" She coos before spitting out her next words in spite. "How pathetic."
The cycle was nearly up to the wall of vehicles down the road. The boy takes a deep breath, eyes on the copter, which was prepared to release the shot. All time seems to measure by the milliseconds, all sounds drown out beside his own breath. A small triangular bomb flies upward from the driver's hand ahead, as her voice shouts "now" through the wireless earpiece. While his exhale echoes into what felt like empty space, he launches off the car into an aerial flip, releasing the shot mid-action. The inky arrow travels through the star-filled sky, as the boy lands the flip. It makes contact with the black bomb, sending them both into the helicopter, while the arrow pierces through the ink loaded explosive. There's a moment of stillness before the copter explodes in a black mess. The boy shields his face in a squat, as the after effect of wind blows his way. He slowly rises to a stand, eyes glued to the raining ink and descending rubble.
"I did it." He murmurs, astonished.
Suddenly there's a shriek from a pair of tires, and the boy directs his vision back on the highway. Then there's a second blast down at the blockage, which engulfs the motorcycle and the girl. He watches horrified, the detonation heat and glow caressing his skin, by reflex his hands are thrown up in front of him. When the breeze flows through his tentacle-like hair, he slowly drops his hands. The wall of automobiles was now a horizontal greenish-blue flame. The boy's gaze trembles on the scene, and he's left frozen for a moment, before he breaks into a sprint down towards the fire. His mind runs miles around him, considering whether their past actions were the best decisions.
In reality, they never really had a choice, they were agents after all. Although, it was never intentional, for either side of the pair. The questions of how and why may be crossing the mind, and if they were completely honest with themselves, they'd be asking the same thing. Yet, for this to make sense we have to take a few steps back to where this began. Where the two stars aligned after being light years apart.