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Rewrite of Airen Fierro's adventures. But some small details to get out of the way first.

I do not own any of Uncle Rick's characters, not a single one. I own Airen, Airen, and only Airen.

(Maybe a female character a little while later maybe? ooh spicy)

Also, the armor he wears is Master Utushi's from Monster Huner Rise, look it up if you want a better idea.

Prologue

Valhalla, the Norse people's heaven, exclusively in myths. Or more accurately, their place of honor for dead who died valiantly on the battlefield.

Though I discovered, through my own brutal death by the hands of my 'mother', that it was much more than just a myth, or a legend. It was real, so were Valkyries, gods, and less fortunately, giants.

Now you may be asking, how am I telling this story if I died? Well, even I don't know how. But I have a feeling I should start from the beginning, back when I was still living.

I had been walking around the city, one that I didn't care to remember the name of, waiting for my sister (I think) to show up.

I had taken up a position standing on the edge of the cobblestone wall overlooking a small river that sliced the town in two. With a small grunt, I kicked a stone into the river below, where it immediately broke through the thin ice and made a small splash.

The sun was rising on the early morning, which I didn't want to be woken up to. But my annoying sibling wanted me awake earlier, which is not a normal thing for said sibling.

I had just began to have thoughts that I should go back to my sleeping bag and ho back to sleep when a green haired person came walking up to me with that evil grin on their face that was all too familiar to me. "What is it today?"

"She and her. Thank you for finally asking for once." she flashede a sarcastic smirk.

Today, Alex was wearing her normal dark green pants, light pink sweater wrapped around her waist, and the same diagonal green and pink checkered vest-shirt with a gray-ish white collared shirt underneath. Her green hair was, still, unbrushed and a mess with an assortment of clay fragments tangeled inside.

But my own attire was a stark opposite to her's. Instead of green and pink, I wore a pair of black cargo pants, my sleeveless jacket, and my green hair which was a measurable tint darker was cut shorter and the left side above my ear was shaven close. While she was a bit of a teasing personality, I kept to myself and opted to get a job done before I socialize.

I grimaced at her comment, "I was feeling generous today. Anyway, what the hell you want this early for? If I recall correctly, you sleep in heavier than I do most of the time." I smirked, remembering the times I had to shake her awake to eat dinner, only to get nailed sqaure in the face with a pot.

"I forgot you were like that." Alex grumbled, "Always loved by our dad, never berated and abused..."

I sighed, putting a hand on her head, "You know that's a lie. But that doesn't matter now. They're gone, and it's up to us to survive. And Alex," I thunped her on the forehead to get her attention, which did the trick. "I'll never let him, or anyone, abuse you ever again. I'll kill them before they have the chance. Anywho, should we go bust out the windows in one of his cars?"

"Expensive mustang? Or maybe the BMW?" she piped up, hearing me talk about destroying something belonging to our father who'd disowned us a year back.

I scratched my chin, "How about both?" I ran to catch up as Alex had already began to sprint down the streets of Boston.

Before we'd been homeless, living off of scraps from trashcans and thievery, we'd lived with our family, the Fierros. Very influential family, very rich. But with all those riches comes the storybook greed, hatred, and all around asshole-ery. Our father had been seduced by, wait for it... Wait for it... The fucking Norse god of trickery Loki, in the form of a redheaded woman. This transformation trickery ended up with Alex's very real gender fluidity. And yes, quite literal complete gender changing. But luckily for me, I was born male and stayed male. My peanut-sized brain wouldn't be able to comprehend changing the very basis of my being so often. I am honestly proud of her being able to handle it that well. But our father wasn't, the mortal one, I mean. He, being married and with a whole slew of other kids, had a lot of issues due to this. The newspaper even published articles about the 'scandal' and the 'besmirching' of the Fierro name, as no member of the family on record had done something so scandalous. But instead of making amends and treating the two children he had sired, he went to the court and bribed the judge to allow him to legally toss us to the curb. That all happened about a year or two ago. And ever since Alex and I had been dumpster diving, store raiding, and stealing every thing we had found rich and bitchy people having and not nailed down.

Example being right now, as we tore into a Camaro owned by our former father's employee who'd been the one to foot the bill to bribe the judge. We managed to walk away with three hundred dollars and a really cool-looking pocket knife.

Alex tried again to swipe the knife out of my hand, only for me to dodge the mover and throw the knife into the river. "Nope. No one should have it. Besides, I think a fish is getting mugged right now."

Alex stared at me angrily, "Asshole. I thought that thing matched my clothes. It'd look cool to be walking downtown with a butteryfly knife flipping in your hand." She huffed angrily and began walking down the road.

"Well for one, you don't know how to use one of those. For another, you have that wire." I pointed to a silver wire wrapped tightly in a bundle that hung from her hip like a satchel.

"Point made. Now let's get something to eat, I'm starving!" she began walking toward that Subway down the road from the Fierro Mansion.

That is, until we heard a ear-splitting scream of pure terror come from down another road. The moment we heard it, Alex mindlessly retrieved her garrote wire from her hip and sprinted toward the source of the sound as if her life depended on it.

"Alex wait!!" I tried to stop her, but it wa sin vaun as she'd already turned the block and gone out of sight.

I ran after her, cursing my stupidity for not stopping her. I rounded the corner yelling, "Alex I told you to-" My eyes went wide and a yell of horror erupted from my mouth.

Alex had been pinned down by a wolf twice her size, and it had already sank it's teeth into her throat. I watched as the color drained from her face and her eyes slowly shut, but caught a single tear begining to form in her right eye. Then it was like the world stopped, I saw a whispy form rise from the deceased body and disappear, as if drug along by something.

The world resumed, but so did the wolves. In total, five wolves turned toward me and began to surround me as one drug Alex's body away.

I felt my blood begin to boil as my vision began to tinge red at the edges. Blood splattered on the pavement as my fingers cut into my palms, which is insane considering I don't have long fingernails. Then I said something, but all I heard was how much pure unfiltered rage was in my voice.

A wolf pounced toward me, it's bloody maw snapping at my neck. But it only met a foot smashing into it's face, snapping the bones in its face like a clay pot.

Another wolf took that opportunity to attack, only to be drove into the pavement by an angry punch and scream.

Blood splattered all ovrr my face and clothes, permanently ruinging them. But I didn't care, all I care about was killing those responsible for taking my sister's life.

When the last three tried to run, I picked up a wolf's corpse effortlessly and threw it at one, impaling it and instantly killing it with a rib that jutted put from the corpse. I sprinted after the other two, reaching them in moments. The moment I got close enough, I drove my elbow into one of the last two wolves, sending its face a foot through the cement and into the ground beneath it.

I let the last wolf retreat, but I didn't leave it unharmed. I tore a leg off the woof beneath my arm and threw it at full power toward the retreating mutt. The leg stuck halfway into the beast's behind and caused a splatter of blood to appear on the sidewalk as it rounded the block and disappeared into the shadows.

I felt the rush of adrenaline wear out of my body, leaving me weak and trembling. But I silently stood up, retrieving Alex's garrote wire and picking up her body princess-style. I quickly ran from the area as I heard sirens echo in the streets and begin to get too close for comfort.

I kept running, and running, and running. I eventually ended up outside of the Boston area and in the large wooded area that seemes to be a bit strange for being completely sealed on all sides by civilization. I ran for a while, jumping creeks, and leaping way over tree roots. I eventually tripped over a root, making my ankle twist like a screw as I droppes Alex's body to the dirt and crashing into a tree. I sat there for a minute, and against all my previous years of lifez crying.

The one person I'd spent my life with, the one person who gave a shit about me, and the one person I could actually talk to, was sitting a few feet from me with the life in her eyes completely gone.

I stopped crying, my emotions turning to anger and I smashed my fist into the trunk of the large oak tree. I didn't notice the cracks I'd left in the wood until later, but damn I had some power i. that hit.

I was crying and raging for what felt like minutes, but was truly nearly three days. Eventually, my conscientiousness gave in and I passed out.

In my restless rest, I saw a scene completely foreign to me. I was inside a long hallway, it's ceiling standing about twenty feet tall and the arched roof accompanied by spears lining every edge. The walls were willed with plaques and trophies, some looked like normal animals, others reminded me of creatures I'd seen in myths. Some of the creatures weren't even from Norse mythology, one was even a Minotaur skull. But what caught my eye was the commotion happening in the hallway.

A dark-skinned man wearing Civil War-era Union Army fatigues was standing with open arms at one end of the hallway, while a redheaded girl with dagger in her flailing arms chased a small creature toward the Union man. When I looked closely, I saw a small cat, maybe a cheetah, sprinting directly up the wall and diving over the Union man, much to everyone in the hallway's shock.

My dream ended with my eyes tearing, as I remembered the pattern on the cat's coat. It wa sthe same pattern that Alex had when she would accidentally turn into a cheetah at night when she had nightmares.

I woke up, my hands bloody and bone showing through my knuckles. An unpleasant smell hung in the air, and I was certain at its source. I forced myself to my knees, scanning my surroundings for a spot I could dig out. Eventually, I found a spot between the roots of a tree and begin digging the dirt out.

After hours and hours of digging with my hands, and even a lot of blood turning some of the dirt to a disgusting muddy concoction. But in the end, it was a two foot deep and five feet long hole. And I dragged Alex's body into the hole, folding her arms neatly over her chest and lying her garrote wire under them. After a few tears, I menaged to shove the dirt pile back into place and packing it tightly.

I used the tree to struggle to my feet, confirming my broken ankle. I began hobbling around, gathering sticks, and even a few logs. I fell to my knees beside the geave and began to arrange sticks, logs, and stones into a good shape for a fire. And when I had arranged the stone in a circle around the site and the wood in a good design for a fire, I began mercilessly smashing two stones together to try and produce a spark. But every time I get near a spark, my tears began to pour and destroy every chance of a fire starting. I threw the stones in anger and laid back, tears flowing feom my eyes like a river that had been backed up for years. Which isn't entirely wrong.

But suddenly, thunder rumbled as the sky began to darken and clouds overtook the evening sun. A flash of lighting illuminated my vision and ehen I'd wiped away the pain, I saw a small piece of wood that had caught flame from a lightning strike that had nearly hit me, it strikes only a meter or two away from my head. I quickly scrambled for the stick and olaced it deep inside the wood pile, where it seemed to catch the others aflame almost too quickly.

But for the first time since she died, I just sat there and let my tears flow. Eventually when they had dried up and my sobs became nothing more, I growled, "I will find whoever those dogs belong to... And I'll tear them to pieces..."