I fly downward, my wrings wrap around me as I do a spiral Dive-bomb into the solid concrete bunker. The loud explosion of stone breaking is heard as I puncture the structure as if it was a balloon and I was a needle. I look around, but I’m angered to see that they have fled; so I run through the narrow corridors that wrap around each other and go to dead ends and just empty rooms, but this only adds to my anger. Eventually I can’t take it and I hover off the ground and just clench into a ball. My body tenses and the area around me becomes a haze; this is why Fake ran. I shoot open, arms and legs extended, and the violent explosion that follows is exactly what I wanted. I hear the earth and stone crumble as it tries to morph and resist the explosion, but it fails. I leave a crate about a quarter mile wide and about a quarter mile deep from where I am, leaving nothing in the radius but dust and ash. Suddenly, I got them; they ran into the woods, but the last few of them were late. They cleared my blast radius, but unfortunately not quick enough for them to hide. I spring towards them, my Wings extending and flapping, as I come closer I expanded my wings so they block out the sun, and the last thing those traitors see is me just before I plunge my sword right through their abdomen. I get two of those despicable beings first with that, and then I turn and lash at the other two with my blades. The one parry’s it and spins while crouching to try and slash me in the leg, while the other one loses and arm and falls over in agony. Before the one can finish his spin I appear above him and drop the heel of my boot into his skull. The man topples over, but isn’t dead. I sheathe my blades and shoot the armless one in the head with Desert Eagle, I may be a vicious beast, but I have some decency to not let someone die a slow painful death. Just as I pick up the unconscious one, Fake appears.
“Jake! Jake! We need to run!” His voice is hastened and almost a blur, my body tenses because I have never seen him this way. “Why?” I say in the calmest voice I can. “They Military, they are coming after us!” I drop the unconscious man and stare at Fake. “Wait what?!” I blurt out. “Supposedly these were allies, and we are traitors. I think we were set-up.” I freeze. A Traitor? No, no. I was doing my job, I didn’t kill my allies. I couldn’t have. Fake grabs my arm and pulls me into the woods. “Run!” He says as he lets go of me and bursts into a full sprint. I catch up as fast as I can; my speech is wavy as I am trying to keep myself from keeling over from the running. “Should we go beast form?” Fake’s voice is about the same, clearly we’ve been running for a while, but I haven’t been paying attention because I’m trying to make sense of the situation. “No, they got trackers. They’ll pick up on our energy and easily catch us.” We keep running for another mile before we stop and take a breather, my wings are gone, and Fake is in battle gear like me. His is much different; he has a long Sniper Rifle on his back of a high caliber, multiple knives on the pair of jean looking pants he wears. His Azure eyes pass me a glance, and I can tell this is bad. “Jake….I know when you’re in the zone you are much more mature then someone your age should be, but you need to capture that matureness now at all times.” I look at him, puzzled. “I know you were rushed into the military, but that doesn’t mean you were ready. Just know that I am here to help you, just follow me and do as I do okay? We have to disappear.” I nod, understanding. I know that when I am fighting, it is as if something else takes over, but I can’t help it. It is also true I was rushed into the military as soon as I was able; I had no say in it. “Do you understand Jake?” I nod slowly and look at him, he knows what I’m thinking and he walks over and places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “It’s not your fault for what you’ve done, you were too young. All you were doing was following orders.”
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