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by Chaosz on Mon Dec 15, 2008 4:42 pm
An explosion, concrete rains from the sky, humans screaming, bullets ricochet of the walls, blinding flashes of light shine like stars in the night. Heat rushes over Kris from the numerous explosions, but even through all of this, his face is calm. Kris's goal is clear, he's heading toward death itself, what will end this battle before it even really starts, a tank. The government of this earth controlled world has never before unleashed such a terrible machine on the underground movement. A machine of massive destruction and chaos is the only way to describe it. Two main guns rain death upon everyone, a giant chewing maw of blades in the front shredding the people he loves, 4 machine guns wielded by their "owners" the earthlings. Two other people run with Kris, ready to die for him but, more importantly in this war, ready to kill for him. It's not long before the bullets fly in Kris's direction. A rain of death falls upon his small team. Two more screams, spouts of blood. Kris looks back, his team mates lay bloodied, the man on his left, Kane one of his oldest friends, was shot in at least 7 different places. Blood dripped from his lips but his eyes burned with passion.
"Go! Destroy that tank! Forget about me dammit! Go!" Screamed Kane, his words tinted red with blood. For a moment Kris flashes back.
It's a hot summer day. Kris is only 15 years old, but determination lights his eyes as he brings to bear his sword. Kane is the same age and the same determination can e seen in his eyes. There they stood in a field of green grass and wildflowers, all rippling like waves of an ocean, two young men, two swords, no movement. Kris slides his lead foot maybe an inch forward, but it is enough. The battle has begun. Kane races forward and strikes with a circular motion, coming down upon his shins. Kris is to fast though, and the resounding crash should sound of metal screeching, but instead there is an explosion. Kane's sword spins back and his body follows. Deciding a tatical retreat might be best, he turns and tears through the waist high flowers. Kris turns on his heels and gives chase.
A laugh escapes as he taunts Kane, "Running already, Kane I was right! Your no longer even a challenge for me any more!" But before he can think of something else to say Kane turns and swings his blade, purposely avoiding contact with Kris's pulsating sword.
"Your powers cant save you if mine makes me fast enough to remove your limbs!" Kane announces as he slowly speeds up his swings to the point where his short, straight-bladed sword was just a blur. Most would be caught of guard by the attack, but Kris new what to expect.
"Don't worry, I have something up my sleeve!" Jumping over a low strike Kris rolls into his landing and jams his Energy filled kris into the ground under Kane's feet. Kane has just enough time to swear before he is flung into the air. Flowers fly through the air and Kris's face is pelted with grass. After the dust settles, Kris is kneeling on undamaged ground, with a half moon crater three feet deep surrounding him on three sides. Rising to his feet, Kris lifts his sword in victory, But just as he made a move to leap of the peninsula he had just made, the ground shifted under him. A look of fear plastered his face as he fell into the three foot crater, which now had a half circle shape. A laugh peels out of the silence and a hand reaches over the edge and yanks Kris out of the hole. Laughing as they hit the ground, Kane grudgingly admits Kris's victory. That was the first time Kris had won one of their sparring battles.
Another explosion rips Kris back to the present. He can still smell the flowers, but he let's go of the memory and it fades just like the life of his best friend. Turning to face the death machine, Kris runs faster than he has ever before. One, two, three bullets rip through his body but nothing even slows him. moments later he dives and his pinkie brushes the machine, it's enough. A massive explosion rips through the night, and, for a moment,it is as bright as the day. The explosion tears the tank to shreads and in a 30 yard radius, Kris is the only thing to survive, for now at least. Slowly the life began to drain away from him. and it all went black.
A flash of light in the jungle and out of thin air, Kris appears. Slowly Kris comes to, an analyses the situation quickly. He pushes his long black hair out of his orange eyes. Kris stands to his full height, 5'9, and takes a moment to breath. He sees his black kris on the ground and picks it up. Instincts kick in, and he can feel the tension in the air. Knowing that he might be in danger, Kris lowers to a battle stance, still sore from his injuries that had almost completely healed. Scanning the area, he spots a mech on one side. Instantly his mind flashes back the The Tank. On the other was a man with red hair and a hammer. Both were spying each other and Kris's lighting fast mind made the connection. This was not Elina, like they said it would be, this was another planet being fought over and he had landed right into the next major battle!
“These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
~Thomas Paine
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