Those Who Die In Vain (part 2)
#2 of The Elementals
The
Elementals
By Jeffrey Henderson
Andrew Peil
Alex Hughes
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Behold! THE WAVY LINE!!! Bow down and worship it, for it is your GOOOOOOOD!!! *slapped by Andrew* I'm all better now. ANYWAY, welcome to chapter two of the Elementals, season one. Ya know, with the first chapter, the title had this cool overlapping effect, and I can't figure out how to do it anymore. Ah well. Don't steal, or your soul will be mine. Or Alex's. Depends on who wins the ensuing fight for it. If you're offended by any character, situation, or whatever, I warned you and you read anyway. Your fault, and that means if you sue me, I win.
Anyway, I went over this a couple times and decided, why not intro a few characters?
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Jeff tousled the fox's headfur as he sat down at the table. "Hey Kyle, get over that headache?" He received a sour look in return, and with a chuckle, ate his own breakfast. "You should know better than to drink that much, anyway. You're such a lightweight."
"Shut the hell up...You're making it worse..." The golden furred fox stumbled away from the table and dropped himself on the couch in the next room. The former general shook his head and walked into the main hall, then out the door into the forest where his motorcycle waited, and roared off into the tree-line...
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Jeff: A former general of the BSA. Went AWOL after his defeat at Montreal. Generally cold and a bit of a jerk, he's more open around Kyle, his best (and only) friend. Because of his history, he has no problem with killing people in his way. He has very thick brown hair, (think Spike Spiegel of Cowboy Bebop, but brown.) and hazel green eyes. He's somewhat of a main character in a story without main characters.
Comments: Jeff is what I'd be like if I'd been through all the shit he has. This character named after me and I actually share very little in common besides appearance. Jeff seems to be fighting someone every chapter.
Kyle: Jeff's long time friend, Kyle is one of the gay characters. But, as he would be the first to tell you, there are two types of gay people. The normal gay people, and the creepy effeminate flaming gay people. Who he hates. Kyle is the resident smartass, always cool and calm no matter what the situation, and he always knows what to say and when to say it to make a cloud get a silver lining even when it's causing a flood. Kyle has golden fur, and strange dragon like wings, an unexplainable phenomena.
Comments: Kyle remains one of my most developed and best characters, and one of the few characters in this story good enough to MAKE the story focus on him. He has only two weaknesses: Jeff, and Sake.
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A lieutenant checked his clip-board with an angry look on his face as an experimental VTOL Fighter touched down onto the landing pad normally designed for gunships not nearly as wide. A white furred wolfette hopped out of the cockpit and landed on her feet gracefully. The human lieutenant was not amused by any of these things. "You're early, Ms. Mitzguri. You were supposed to be testing that plane for much longer." The Wolfette shook a little head fur back into place as she lifted her helmet.
"It wasn't in my tastes. The controls, the handling, every system just doesn't appeal to me. I refuse to fly this junk piece of crap any longer." She smiled sweetly, in spite of her words. The officer rolled his eyes.
"Listen, Krystal, I really don't want you here anyway. I don't have to put up with your shit."
"No one's twisting your arm."
"Your superiors are! Now, I want this thing tested properly, or..." The wolfette dropped a floppy disk into his hand.
"That's what I think. Now, I'm leaving. My advice to you is to relax. It's not like your life depends on me spending 30 minutes in an aircraft I hate." Krystal gave a mock salute and walked to the hanger for Harrison Airbase, Wellington, Great Britain, UK. The wolfette had always thought the name was stupid, it wasn't like everyone would have forgotten what COUNTRY they were in. Then again, maybe some do, Krystal thought to herself, morons like that lieutenant, who's never even flown in his entire service to the RAF. She chuckled at this thought, and placed her gear in a locker. Well, I guess I'll just go out on the base...There's got to be a nice place to eat in this bloody hell hole...The wolfette climbed into her car in the airbase lot, and started the vehicle. The noise of the ignition kept her attention from the crack of distant thunder....
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Krystal: Krystal isn't naive or ditzy by a long shot. Though a normally sweet furson, she lets no one walk on her. She's well known for her piloting skills, her mastery of Tai Chi, and never swearing. Ever. Krystal's fur is pure white, and her deep blue eyes have been known to break a few hearts.
Comments: Though she's almost always in the scene, for reasons I can't reveal at this time, she never was much of a main character. These days, she serves as more as emotional support for her friends, or wallpaper. She's still a good fighter, though, and I frequently feel guilty for not putting her in more often.
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Jeff was done with his business in the mall, and contemplated blowing it to Next Eden. First of all, it had been rush hour, and the former general was angry about waking up so late. Second, the clerks hadn't exactly been respectful. He wondered if they'd be so snooty if someone was holding a gun to their heads...Hmm...Bad train of thought. Better just get home...He boarded his bike again, and roared off into onto the highway when a beep came up on his PDA. He reached down while swerving in between lanes and clicked on the e-mail and slipping the earpiece and mini-screen into position. He LOVED all the new technology...The new news bulletin came up... "According to several weather satellites, abnormal storms are forming all over the UK, seemingly clustering over the airbases. More news on this to follow." Oh, that's VERY informing...Jeff left the parts in place as he rolled down the highway.... "SHIT!!!" He swerved just in time to avoid a tanker that had rolled into his lane, and he turned the bike to a side, sliding under the now overturned cargo truck. He looked back at it, and his eyes widened when he recognized the Logo on the side. "No..." Having seen too much for his own taste, the Human kicked up his motorcycle and started it moving before he jumped onto it, popping a wheelie for an extra boost...
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Krystal's eyes opened wide as the first lightening bolt struck the base, causing a small explosion at the control tower. Soon, one struck, and another, and another. The control tower was quickly engulfed in flames, and it fell over, hitting a hangar underneath it. Luckily, it had been vacant, the plane out on a separate test flight, so the damage to the base was minimal, if you could call the collapse of the control tower, the heart of any airport, minimal. Watching this, the wolfette missed an approaching baggage train, and the car hit it almost head on, flipping the car. In a state of shock, Krystal undid her seat belt, and fell to the top of the car, which was now upside down. She laid there for a second, not moving. After about 30 seconds of just lying still, she came to her senses and climbed out of the car...Then grabbed her arm, holding back a scream of pain. Crap...Must've broken it.... She gritted her teeth and tried to get the attention of medics racing towards the base, which was now in flames. Her eyes widened when she saw the destruction and chaos, people screaming as they burned and some dead, in several pieces from being struck. "W-What's going on here?!? Lightening can't do this!" She yelped as a nearby ambulance fell victim to the electric streams, exploding. Krystal ran towards it, and tried to help anyone that may have survived....
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Arriving at the mansion, Jeff swore again as he stopped in front of an APC, bearing the same logo as the overturned truck back on the highway. Jeff threw open the side compartments on his bike to reveal his pair of miniguns, and grinned as he strapped them on. "This is cliche, but...Showtime." He stepped away from his bike, and ran along the sides of the APC, then peeked over the corner. "Okay....If they want to occupy the mansion, they should at least have guards out here...This has bait all over it. I guess I'm going to have to play ninja. If they hurt Kyle, I'ma gonna have a few skinned soldiers..." Jeff whipped around the huge vehicle and dashed towards the mansion. He noticed a sniper on the roof, and threw himself down, not moving. Damn. How did he get there? Have to be more careful...He jumped to the side, landing in some bushes. The sniper looked over, alerted by the noise, but went back to whatever he was doing when he saw nothing. The former General ran along the outline of the bushes until he got to the side of the mansion, then pressed his back to the wall, and sidestepped his way to the nearest window. He looked in, and saw a few soldiers helping themselves to his wine. Jeff grit his teeth and resisted the urge to blast them right away, and climbed up the side of the enormous house. Finally he found a room not occupied by the intruders, and slipped in through the window. He went over to and threw open the closet door to get some weapons...And Kyle fell out. "Good, you're okay."
"Whatever gave you THAT idea? I've been hiding in here since they came along. I need to get my Katars, and I'll be fine." Jeff shook his head and pushed Kyle back into the closet.
"I don't think so. You stay here." The fox turned with an irritated look, and pushed his finger right against Jeff's nose.
"I can fight just as well as you. I'm going to follow you anyway if you DON'T let me go."
"...Whatever. Lambert...Don't get yourself hurt." Jeff exited the room and looked down the hall. "There's gonna be one hell of a renovation after this..." He looked pointedly at a antique vase that had been shattered by bored mercs, and growled.
"I'm not helping. What's going on, anyway?"
"I'll tell you if we survive, otherwise I'll tell you at the pearly gates while you're trying to bribe St. Peter." Jeff grinned. "If I remember correctly, gay people aren't allowed in heaven." Kyle snarled and pushed Jeff forward, forgetting the flight of stairs that laid ahead of him. As a result, he stumbled down the stairs and landed at the feet of a startled soldier, who immediately pulled up his rifle. "Uh...Die." Jeff launched himself forward before the invader could react, and grabbing his throat, snapped it in one easy motion. Then he glared up at his long time friend, giving him the universal sign for fucking yourself. The fox shrugged and ran into a room at the top of the stairs, coming back out again with his katars, two beautiful gleaming weapons, Emperor and Sun.
"Ready for kicking ass, sir. Lead the way." Jeff muttered under his breath.
"I'll lead you to the pits of hell, you little bastard..."
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The wreckage of the ambulance only wielded mangled and burned corpses, and the dash towards it only irritated her already wounded arm. She grimaced and bore the pain, and decided whether or not she was a great pilot, staying here was an imbecilic idea. The wolfette walked, slowly this time, to a waiting APC. The lieutenant from earlier was there, crying in fear. Krystal rolled her eyes, and when she made it, slapped him across the face. "Pull it together, mate. We've got bigger problems than saving your butt. Like THAT!" She pointed to the wreckage of the base, still being ravaged by the rogue bolts. The officer's face twisted into a look of horror, and Krystal turned slowly, still wearing a look of disgust. That's when she noticed the second control tower collapsing, towards them...
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Jeff peeked around the corner leading to the kitchen, and put on his best "what the HELL" face. Saying it was messed up would have been the understatement of the year, as several boxes laid on the floor, spilling their contents, the wall was caked in still wet blood, and it was all topped off with three fresh bodies, two derived of their necks, while the last had lost most of his digestive track. Jeff growled at the sight of Kyle sitting there at the table, calmly sipping his cup of sake. "Hey there. Little late. They called for backup. Dunno how many, but we better get lost."
"This is MY house. THEY can't have it, and that goes no matter WHO comes after us..." He was interrupted by a click behind him, and he responded by spinning around and firing it the direction of that horrible noise. His arm was twisted, throwing him to the ground and removing the weapon mounted on his arm. Jeff retaliated by spinning the other around in a hook punch, only to find his wrist grabbed, and pulled forward, effectively slamming him THROUGH the wall, and without his second minigun. "Damn, what the FUCK?" He winced as he flipped onto his back, and got his first good look at his attacker, a wolf standing at 6'4", his fur a dull grey, and wearing a grin on his face that matched the evil grin worn by the father in The Shining. The face was a familiar one, a general of the BSA, fallen soon after the Montreal Massacre, as it was now called.
"You forgot someone, comrade."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Bitch from hell. How COULD I forget?"
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Grey: One of the few Elemental generals of the BSA, Grey is known for his sadism and love of torture. He hated Jeff for his success in the mercenary army, and did his best to make the human's life miserable. Assigned to bring Jeff to the new BSA, or to kill him.
Comments: When I look back at this guy, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. He WAS my first villain, though, and he DID set the general requirement for my future villains, that they all had Psychological problems, which provides a great deal of philosophy, ala Metal Gear Solid or Batman. Which both rock.
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"And I could never forget your forced humor. Now, as you may have already guessed, the BSA has been reinstated. And we want you back. No, SHE does. I wish you dead. I suppose I could just tell them you resisted."
"And I suppose you couldn't sound anymore gay." Jeff glanced at Kyle. "No offense."
"None taken. Why don't you let me take care of him?"
"This one's mine."
"Yea, and he's only beaten the shit out of you so far."
"...Shut up." Grey laughed.
"What a smart friend you have. Or is it you just make him look good?"
"Let's find out..."
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The world went into slow motion as the tower fell towards her...She responded by turning and running, but it was like a cartoon where no matter how far the poor victim ran, there was no hope. She tripped, falling into a hole made by some of the lightning, and landing, thankfully, on her left side. She tried to scramble out, but rubble slammed down, almost burying her...
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Jeff threw a right hook which Grey ducked under, and the wolf came back with an upward slice from a knife he pulled out of his coat. Jeff barely jumped back in time, bringing up a high kick with his jump. The attack caught Grey off guard, and he was thrown back without his knife. "Alright, NOW the odds are even..." He was once again silenced when Grey threw off his coat, revealing that every inch of his torso was covered in knives.
"You know, I never once heard you scream in pain. I'd like very much to hear that at least once before I kill you."
"Damn, could you be any more annoying? Please? C'mon, it can't get any worse." Jeff suddenly acted with a right roundhouse kick, making Grey dodge in the opposite direction to avoid it. Jeff too this opportunity to reach for one of the knives, but came away with a cut, the wolf had pulled out another knife and sliced at Jeff's hand to stop it. The wound had a good side, however, as the distraction allowed Jeff a left jab to Grey's head, it knocked him back once more, and Jeff grinned. "Well, I guess I should finish this..." He clenched the cut hand, and as the blood streamed down his arm, shadows began to congregate from all around, and form on the fist. Jeff let out a breath, and raised the fist, shooting it forward at the same time he opened it. The shadows shot forward and pounded into Grey, throwing him across the floor, where he laid motionless. "Easy enough..." He turned to Kyle, with a triumphant grin on his face, when a thud changed it to a surprised gape. Jeff fell forward, face scrunched from the pain of the knife in his back as Grey stood over him.
"Amazing, I had no idea you were an Elemental. A shame that your powers aren't refined. The lowest level of Class C." He raised the knife. "This will finish it."
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Krystal laid under her steel and concrete tomb, a tear running down her cheek as she was forced to listen to the crash of the thunder above and feel the shaking of the ground from the thunder and falling debris. It lasted for what seemed like hours, until it stopped, a mercy. But the White Wolf didn't even notice, the ringing in her ears still echoing the peals of thunder. Why aren't I dead yet? I'm being crushed..There shouldn't be any air down here... A cracking noise finally caught her attention, and she glimpsed the sky, dark and gloomy, a perfect setting for the event, an apocalypse. After a minute or so, she finally focused enough to see the figure throwing away the rocks. "...J-Janine?"
"Quiet. The more you talk, the more you have to breathe, and I know it hurts you to do that." Krystal sighed in relief as the auburn furred vixen pulled her out and set her out on the cracked pavement. "Emergency teams are coming. This happened to all the airbases on the island." Krystal started and tried to pull herself up.
"ALL OF GREAT BRITAIN IS BEING HIT LIKE THIS?" Janine pushed her back down gently, so she wouldn't hurt the wolfette further.
"Krystal, the air bases. Everything else is fine. Lay still, you're getting on my nerves." A siren sounded, and Janine stood up. "Well, just wait for them to get you. I have to go now. Goodbye, Krys. I'll see you later." Janine disappeared, leaving the White Wolf alone...
"...Janine? Don't go..."
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Janine: Cold and uncaring totally, she does what needs to be done and leaves. However, she seems to have a soft spot for Krystal, who she treats as a little sister. She's also a powerful Elemental, and the creator of the GT, or Guardian Team, a group of Elementals that was formed to defeat rogue Elementals. She has auburn fur topped off with long blonde hair that would hide her nature if it weren't for her dead black eyes. Creepy.
Comments: Janine is actually one of the more popular characters, for her "I don't give a damn so why am I wasting my time with you idiots" attitude if nothing else. She acts as the superior mother type for the GT, and she tries to keep the rest from being too stupid. If they had a character like HER in the horrible American version of DBZ, it would be much better. Vegeta doesn't come close to her. Trust me.
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Jeff's eyes were glazed as he fought to focus. Grey stood over him, Knife raised. "I'm going to wonder all my life what your scream would have sounded like. Ah well." Grey threw the knife downwards at his foe, and something inside Jeff finally snapped back together. He raised his hand in the way, and the knife imbedded into his hand. Grey snarled. "Just DIE!" Jeff ignored it and stared blankly at his hand, not because he had a wound, but because he DIDN'T. The knife in his hand slowly began to sink in, and the wolf that had thrown it stepped back, thoroughly surprised. The blade disappeared into Jeff's palm, and he stood up, looking down at the horrified wolf. He raised his hand, and the shadows once again gathered...But this time they took form, into a small sap. It was black, except for a silver edge, and on the bottom, a pendulum like edge with a grip above. It flipped upwards, and Jeff caught it easily, tossing it towards Grey. "Oh, sh..." That was all the wolf got out before the sap imbedded itself in his skull...Then exploded. Jeff jumped back, not expecting this, and he eyed the blood and grey matter splattered on the wall. Kyle, who had jumped up to help, stood with mouth wide open.
"An...Elemental...You never told me?"
"Wasn't important. Besides, that's the first time THAT'S ever happened." Kyle shook off his confusion.
"Well, we better name it. How about...Shadow Dagger?"
"...What?" Jeff folded his arms, for the time forgetting the bodies lying around, an impressive feat.
"All the Elementals name their techniques. And that was a technique if I ever saw one." Jeff shrugged, then grinned, slapping Kyle on the back.
"Alright, sounds good. We...better get the police out here."
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Krystal looked into the light, the light above her. Glaring down and blinding her, but she couldn't look away. A nurse, a small ferret, looked over her while tending to a clipboard. "Well, Ms. Mitzguri, you were lucky to survive. You broke about 12 different bones out there, but you're healing fast. You might be here a while, though." She looked up and smiled, a hollow one. Hollow, because the nurse had seen the corpses from the base, and wondered how this wolf had gotten away alive. She shook her head and left the room, not noticing the vixen standing in the window. Janine slipped down once the nurse was gone, and sat by the bed. Krystal looked at her sleepily, eyes filling with tears.
"You...left..."
"I'm sorry. I had to."
"But...You left ME!" Janine scowled and leaned forward.
"Krystal, you're a SOLDIER. Stop acting like that way." The wolfette turned her head.
"Sorry..."
"It's alright. Now, I have a proposition for you..."
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In a black room, a young female dragon sat, glaring at the screen, a scolding coming from the distorted figure, a distorted voice. The new leader of the BSA was secretive, to say the least. "You failed to bring Henderson back."
"Not my fault." The dragon wore a smug smile as she twirled a sash around her hand. "It's that freak Grey. He was the one who was killed."
"It was failure. Another such failure will force me to take your division off this assignment, and give you a more...fitting job. The bathrooms in our barracks are getting filthy." The dragon jumped up angrily.
"Now YOU listen up! This was our first attempt He'll be with us or dead! I'm not taking this from a wavy image, fuckhead! Besides, it makes you look fat. I'll take care of this shit, so get off my back!" Silence reigned, then the laughing started.
"Such a rebel. Well, in that case, go ahead. Keep trying." The screen went black, and the dragon scowled.
"Oh, I'll go ahead all right..."
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Well, this one was about two times bigger. I'm not going to blame the wait on the size. I'm lazy. Have a nice day.