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| Kakashi Elite | Oct 30 2007, 07:59 PM |
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Why didn't I see these comments? XD Here's the sqeuel. ------------- The red and blue lights of the police cars shined on the gray walls. Children’s cries could be heard from far within the dark tunnel. The back exit had not led to children’s safety; even those who were experienced fighters could get through the police force that blocked the end of the tunnel. Billy and a few kids sat in the tunnel, trying to figure out what to do. If they didn’t do something, police would be coming from the entrance of the tunnel and the whole distraction would have been in vain. “Can we sneak by?” One of the kids asked the guard who had escaped the police at the end of the tunnel. “No chance. There is as many there as the groups of fighters were holding off.” The guard spoke in whisper, in fear of the police force’s listening devices. “You mean ‘are holding off’.” Still having faith in Jet, Billy corrected him harshly. “And we don’t have to hold them off; we just need to get past them. Even with so few of us, we still have a chance.” Most of the kids look convinced at Billy’s plan, but the guard seemed to see the plan failing horribly because he started to almost shout at all the kids. “We can’t get past 500 police officers! You are all crazy!” The group decided to take a vote. “How many for staying here and making a new plan?” 20 out of the 50 kids raised their hands, one of them being the guard. “That’s 30 to 20.” Billy turned towards the exit of the tunnel, “Let’s go.” “Pathetic.” Was the last word uttered by Jeremy before he was struck him in both shoulders, slicing both his arms clean off. “You fool. You promised Marxie there would be no more killing.” Jet stood up, slightly surprised at what his anger did to his old mentor. “No… I promised no more killing of the innocent. Killing you is avenging her death, you monster.” Jeremy laughed in his last breath, blood nearly streaming out of what was left of his shoulders. “You should have heard her, with her ‘last request’…. She told me to do anything to her as long as I didn’t kill you. She-” Jeremy was cut off by Jet, literally. His head rolled across the ground toward stunned police officers. The next in command of the police looked from the head to Jet. His pudgy face turned a bright shade of purple as he shouted, “Get them!!” Billy sat looking as far into the police’s force as he could from where he was. The estimate was right; he counted around 500 police officers waiting. “When do we move?” Asked a quiet voice behind Billy, all 50 kids were behind him, waiting for some type of order to move. Every single one looked nervous staying there and at the possibility of moving towards the police. The blond haired boy turned around, finally having made his choice. “Listen up. We move in a few minutes, but I want you to know that some of us might not make it out of this…” Billy stopped, trying to think of something cool and uplifting to say, like Jet would. But the pause caused the opposite effect. Tears began running down some of the kids’ faces. “But we will make it through in the end, or else lives will just be wasted! We must push through with all our strength, with all out might!” Having finally found some courage, Billy practically shouted at the small group. He, along with the rest of the group, got up and walked towards the exit of the tunnel. Blades began to appear in the children’s hands. A gunblade appeared in each of Billy’s hands as we walked, determined to have a life after this battle that didn’t involve jail. He struck his two gunblades together, making a high pitched screech. He repeated this over and over, just like Jet. Eventually, all the other kids joined in and the sound of clashing metal was audible to the police force outside. Billy’s hair fell down in front of his left of his eye. If he had brown hair, he would have looked like a young Jet. “Let’s do this.” He charged out of the tunnel, straight at the waiting police force. After a moment’s hesitation, the rest of the kids ran out, screaming at the top of their lungs. “Fall back!!!” Jet shouted as he knocked a police officer over the head with his blade. Jet was literally holding back 100 officers as his group ran out the back exit. It was a miracle how he was able to make it out himself. “There is no way to go but through the tunnel, Jet!!” One of the stronger fighters called out. A fence, that the children merely hopped, stood in the way of the tunnel. It would hold off the police for a minute, but not for long enough. Jet looked back at the fence and then at the police again. “We stay and fight.” He said simply as he got into his fighting stance, both blades in front of him. “Your crazy, Jet!! Look at all those guys; we can’t stand up against them! It’s suicide!” One of the fighters retaliated. Jet spun around, looking for the soldier that had said those practically betraying words. When he found the boy, a mere age of eleven, he grabbed him by the collar of his gray and tattered shirt and pulled him up till they met at eye level. “Nothing is suicide unless you think it is! All these fighters know that if you have one second of doubt in your mind while fighting, YOU WILL LOSE!! You got that?!” The boy nodded quickly and Jet lowered him to the ground. Jet turned back to the oncoming police force, then back at the worn out fighters. There was a long moment of silence as the police charged at the fighters. “…Over the fence! Go! Go!! GO!!” Jet shouted as the police got closer. What was the point of fighting now? If the kids weren’t out of the tunnel, then they were doomed anyway. Jet and a few others held back what amount of the police they could as they hopped the fence. Jet was the last one over, and he threw one of his keyblades at the oncoming police force. Jet landed in a sprint and ran after all the other fighters now running through the tunnel towards the exit. Billy struck at the police line knocking out the still stunned police officers. The police had never expected the children to come running out, much less attack them. They hadn’t even had their shields, but managed to defend themselves as best they could. They did outnumber the kids anyway, it shouldn’t be hard. The fight continued for 10 minutes, the continuous waves of children rushed at the police, who kept knocking them back while they tried to get through. None of the kids knew it would have just been easier just to defend and hold the police back. The kids were getting tired as any normal group would be when they tried to beat through 500 law enforcement officers. They had lost about 10 children to police beating them down and arresting them. Billy kept noticing the group was falling back towards the tunnel and tried to push forward. That’s when a 20 year old women with red hair appeared out of the police group. She wore a police uniform, but held two keyblades. Billy charged at her, only to be knocked back again. His force had completely retreated back into the tunnel, and Billy wouldn’t blame them either, he figured he’d be arrested or beat to death. The lady approached and lifted her keyblade high into the air and brought it down on Billy. The boy quickly turned away and closed his eyes, awaiting the final blast of pain that would come with his death. But it never came. Billy opened his eyes to see a familiar black and red keyblade blocking the women from hitting him. “Get up!” Jet’s voice shouted as he pushed the women back. The fighters from Jet’s group ran into the fray with the children from Billy’s squad right at their heels, renewed confidence in their eyes. As Jet knocked one of the keyblades out of the women’s hand Billy quickly stood up and took a fighting stance, ready to help. “Billy!” Jet called out the boys name and held out his hand. The blond boy quickly accepted it, and was thrown at the red haired women, knocking the other keyblade out of her hand. Jet seized the moment and jumped over Billy and slashed at the women, sending her flying across the battlefield and into a park SWAT car. “Times up!” Both boys gave each other a high five as they called out at the same time. After the women was knocked out, the push through the police forces and out onto the street was simple, only losing about 5 people in the last wave. The group all went there separate ways, but all shouted they promised they’d meet again someday. As the two boys ran from the police, Jet turned to the blonde boy. “Y’know kid. I wasn’t born named Jet. My real name was Evan. ‘Jet’ was given by my mentor after I commanded my first battle. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it Blaze?” Billy was confused at first when he said ‘Blaze’; he even looked around for someone else running along with them. But he finally understood it was his new name. Both boys smiled at each other as they turned opposite corners and ran in differnt directions of town. Jet off to find the remainder of his group, while Blaze went to find his squad, but they would never forget this day, or there new friendship. Ever. ----------------- The Great Kid Uprising of 2080 was a turning point for people gifted with the blades. Jet and Blaze were recognized as leaders of the rebellion from that day on, after the escape from the warehouse; they consulted each other whenever possible in defense strategies. Finally, in the year 2097, the rights of people with blades were restored and finally they were recognized as real people. Both Jet and Blaze’s names would go down in history along with other great warrior’s names of the world. But more importantly, they gave people hope when no one seemed to be there for them. And in reality… That’s all they ever really wanted. Created by Rock Lee The Hero, recovered by ~*KE*~ |
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