Regular Show: Final Infection Part 3

I bid my greetings to all fortunate enough to read the words I speak, my name is Bernard; Bernard Greenwing.

The story I’m to tell you today is the story of the great adventure that included me, Breyton Scarletanco, and an immortal yeti they call ‘Skips’.

During the current moment, I’m riding in a large chopper, as a prisoner to John Gallinule IV, but how this came to be, I don’t know, so I’ll just tell you what I do know.

But first I’d like to tell you that I’m in a little bit in between a rock and a hard place, and not just because of the fact I’m in this chopper, but because I’ve been separated from my friends, due to a bitch who my best friend Breyton Scarletanco claims to be his big sister.

*sigh*, I suppose I’m getting a little too ahead of myself, so let’s begin in Ibiza; after all, that’s where this adventure truly started…

Chapter 2: Ibiza

I was in the middle of a large party, enjoying the music as Tony Lear’s and Greenwing Caracara left the room with some dude with an eye patch; seven minutes later, gunfire erupts, people suddenly start to drop dead, and the next thing I know, everything goes black.

…

When I woke up, I saw that some woman was standing around, holding some kind of rifle, and shooting other survivors.

Fortunately, she didn’t see me since I was playing dead, as was my best friend, Breyton Scarletanco. As I slowly crawled to him, the two of us began to make our way to the exit.

Breyton: Bernard…I need your help.

Me: …

Breyton: That woman? I am now sure that she was the one from Halloween night.

Me: I thought you said that she had indigo eyes, she’s got demon eyes.

Breyton: Probably because she is a shape shifter, but there is also no mistaking her identity: that is my older sister, Greenwing Scarletanco.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …sister?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I assumed that she was dead; but it would now seem that she is not only an infected, but a demon as well.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: How does that happen?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I’m not sure, but however the cause, she’s here now, and she’s even worse than she was twenty years ago.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: That’s a…’comforting’…thought.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He was well aware I didn’t mean what I said, so instead of continuing to talk about it, we decided to speak of something more useful.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So…what’s our next move?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Get out, go somewhere safe, and find out who else is responsible for this mess.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As we continued to crawl out of the room, we heard a pair of footsteps advance on our position, until we heard the sound of a gun clicking.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The two of us turned around to see that ‘Greenwing’ was standing before us, a pair of P99 pistols trained on our heads, until…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Breyton? Is that you little brother?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Hello Greenwing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">To my relief, she holstered her pistols and hugged her little brother, allowing me to see her pale grey and red demon eyes as she did so.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: What do you want?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Just rounding up anyone who survived.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I take it we’re next?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Is he with you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: yea-

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She cut me off as she suddenly grabbed me by neck and put one of her guns in my mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: I’d prefer to hear it from his mouth, not yours.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: He’s my best friend Greenwing, put him down.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She slowly did so as she stared into my eyes, and after putting the gun out of my mouth and into her holster, she kicked me in the face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Don’t think I’ll let you go just like that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton reacted to this by extending one of his hidden blades.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Stay away from my best friend, or else you will answer to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The demon responded to this by extending one of her own blades and slowly making contact with the one of my friend’s.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Tell me, little brother; do you actually have what it takes to kill your own sibling?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: You are no sibling of mine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Her smile faded as he said this, and then she suddenly disappeared.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Where’d she go?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Who knows? Who cares?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The rest of Ibiza was by walking.

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);">Chapter 3: Russia

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After we exited Greenwing, we took a plain to the city of Evenkia, Russia, where I’d like to admit I didn’t like as much as Greenwing, especially since it was close to winter.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was wearing one of those brown Russian hats (you know the kind that covers your ears) a large medium blue winter coat, blue winter pants, and black winter boots; and under it, a long sleeve shirt that was red on the right, and black on the left. I also had faded black jeans under the snow pants

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton was wearing a white polo that had a thin green stripe going down the middle, and a wider stripe on the right of it. He also had blue jeans, and black boots.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Of all the places of the world that have not already kicked us out, why did you have to pick Russia?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Because Russia is home; and there is no place better than home sweet home.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I wanna go back to Greenwing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: We both know that it won’t happen, so just…put up with what we’ve got.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: *sigh*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We slowly walked down Russia’s cold, snowy streets; hoping to find a hotel to stay in.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Now if I remember these streets correctly, there should be a really good hotel over…there!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton pointed to a large building that had some Russian writing on it, so I couldn’t read it. We entered the building and began to approach the front desk, until Breyton suddenly stopped me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Alright, before we go any further, I want you to understand that while we’re here, you are not to flirt, or make any attempts to seduce any women here; am I understood?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I didn’t want to cause any trouble, and I also heard and saw the seriousness in his eyes and voice, so I nodded my head to signal a yes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Good; now since I don’t have any money, you’re going to have to pay with that ‘blood money’, or whatever the hell you call it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: But…I live off this money.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: And what better a time to use it, Hm?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After thinking it through a little bit, I came to a conclusion that he did have a point, so I gave him what he’d require and he walked up to the front desk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: (in Russian) Excuse me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The lady at the desk looked away from the book she was reading and looked to Breyton.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: (in Russian) my friend and I are in need of a room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Desk Lady: (in Russian) anything special?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: (in Russian) uh…I don’t think so; no we’re just doing it casual and quiet today.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Desk Lady: (in Russian) alright, here’s your key, we start breakfast at 7: 30 A.M, okay?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: (in Russian) thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Just to get one thing straight, the only reason I knew what they were saying was because of the subtitles on the bottom of the screen. Anyways, after he was finished with the woman at the desk, we went to our room and began to settle down a little. The room was warm enough for me to remove my coat and snow pants, while Breyton did no more than look out of the window of his homeland.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So…uh…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Yes?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: How’s it feel to be home?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I’ll be honest Bernard, I never thought I’d ever get to come back to this country again; after all, this is where I was kidnapped.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well, at least you’re here now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The rest of the day, we talked. In fact, it was the most we ever talked as friends, which actually put warm feelings in both of us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After that, we slept for the night. Or at least, I did.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Midnight…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''Narrator Switch: Breyton Scarletanco ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I looked to see that my friend Bernard Greenwing was fast asleep, which is just how he needed to be. I knew these streets since I was a little boy, and my old home was somewhere close by.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I had to find it; I needed to see what was once mine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I slowly exited the room and allowed Bernard to sleep, while I snuck out the window, and closed it back up so wouldn’t disturb my friend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Now outside, I climbed up the roof and started to free run up the dark snow poured rooftops. I was no stranger to the cold or dark, so I was able to see everything while keeping my body heat intact to its fullest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After about fifteen minutes, I had exited the city and had made my way to a small forest where my old home resided. I free-ran across the trees, not having any desire to make contact with the snow down below.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After another five minutes, I found the place that was once my home, which stood just as I had left it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Literally.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The side of the house was covered in bullet holes, which allowed the snow to enter the cold and lifeless place.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As I entered the house, my bones chilled to their fullest for the first time in years, for not only were the damages still there, but the bodies were as well, the bodies of my father, my siblings, and my step mother.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Yet among them all, the family was not missing one but two bodies. You see, I knew the number of my family well, and two of them were missing from the pile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But my mind was brought to other things as I heard the crack of broken glass somewhere nearby, signaling an obvious fact.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was not alone in this house.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then heard the sound of skipping footsteps, coming to my location. Thinking fast, I went to my family’s old portrait, and removed it to reveal a safe.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Quickly doing the combination, I pulled out my father’s prized Makarov PM, and loaded it up just as a large, bulky, and seemingly hair infested figure entered the living room; but since the room was shrouded in darkness, I could not see who it was.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Thinking fast yet again, I aimed for the intruder’s head and fired, but he reacted fast and dodged the bullet as fast as he could, so I attempted to shoot again; the same reaction.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I quickly realized that this would go nowhere, so I holstered the gun and opened the gauntlet on my left foot.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">What do I mean by opened you ask? Well, let me explain.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I was infected, my left foot, and part of my leg were amputated. The pieces were replaced with robotic replicas, along with a gauntlet that hollowed out the leg.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Anyway, I pulled out a red tiger fang knife and proceeded to attack the intruder, using my glowing red, white and purple eyes to shine me light in this dark, lifeless room.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Yet I still couldn’t see his face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He started the battle by shooting at me with some kind of weapon, seemingly a crossbow, but I counter acted by dodging the arrow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The attacker then reloaded his weapon with impressive speed and attempted to shoot me again, and again, and again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But I was quick and dodged them, running up to him as I did so, and then jumped in the air in an attempt to strike him with my knife, but he counter acted by using his crossbow as a bat and hit me to the other side of the wall.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I used my dark energy to magnetize my feet to the walls, and ran on them to dodge the attacker’s arrows, and after that I jumped off the walls and tackled my intruder, wrestling him until we exited the house and entered the outside, where the now exposed moonlight allowed the two of us to see each-other’s faces.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Skips?

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Chapter 4: Home Sweet Home Part 1

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Breyton Scarletanco?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The two of us just looked at each other, confusion in both our eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Skips? What the hell do you think you’re doing in my house?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Your house?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yes my house, this is where I used to live when I was a boy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: …oh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">While I had Skips a little bit upset at this, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed in myself, so I released him and let him rise to his feet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So…anyways, uh…why are you all the way out here, in Russia? Shouldn’t you be out there in the park where you belong?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: See, that’s just it, Breyton; there is no more park.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: The Park has been shut down, and everyone in the area had an eviction notice signed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Why?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Not two, but three people were shot and killed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: The bad news, one of them was Thomas.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">My mind went dead. While I never took much notice of the poor goat, I did actually know him, and this caused me to sit on the cold snowy ground in shock, knowing the poor, poor man was now dead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Maybe we should go back inside.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We did so and we talked. Mostly about my family, and the relationship I had with them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I explained to him that my father was a lot like Bernard ever since Greenwing’s biological mother died; every time a woman would get pregnant with his seed, he would take the eggs or babies and keep them for himself so the mothers wouldn’t have to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Our family was a combination of seven children, and now there were two.

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Chapter 5: Morning Madness

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was the first to wake up. Skips and I were still in the house, and asleep on the cold wooded floors.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was hungry, but without food, so I was about to go outside when a noise caught my attention.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I looked out the window, and I saw several people slowly approaching the house. One of them had a SPAS-12, one had a LAW rocket launcher, and the other three had M-16A1 assault rifles.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was clear to me that these guys must’ve been sent by Greenwing to get me back, so I went to wake up Skips.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: (whispering) Skips.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Mmm?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Skips, Skips wake up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Ugh, what?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Wake up, and get your crossbow out and ready, people are getting ready to storm the house.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After saying this I went back to the safe and reloaded my pistol. After that I quickly pulled out my father’s FAMAS rifle, and loaded a round, but I only had time for one, so I went to the wall that housed the bullet holes and jumped from it, shooting the guy with the shotgun in the process.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After the shotgun guy fell, one of the rifle troopers began to shoot at me, so I quickly hid behind a tree for cover, shooting at him the same way he was shooting at me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It took two minutes until I heard the sound of a dropping body, so I looked to see I finally killed that one trooper, but there were still three others…and one with a rocket launcher.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I attempted to shoot the others, but after pulling the trigger, the gun clicked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Out of ammo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I dropped the empty weapon and picked up the shotgun, the good news was that I managed to kill another rifleman, but the bad news was there were only three rounds left in the gun.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">That is when the Rocketeer made his move.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…The hotel…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''Narrator Switch: Bernard Greenwing ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Right now, I was confused as hell. A bunch of Greenwing soldiers had suddenly came into the hotel and shot most of the people.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">These guys obviously weren’t Nazis, so they must’ve been sent by that Greenwing bitch, who obviously wanted to recapture us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I quickly went to the manager’s office in an attempt to get a phone that still worked, but instead I found an AA-12 shotgun, fully loaded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I don’t know where the manager had been in his travels, but he clearly had good taste.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I quickly went to the dining room (or what was left of the dining room, and pulled down a table for cover.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">This unfortunately caught their attention.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing officer: (in Greenwing) what was that noise?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing trooper: (in Greenwing) sounded like furniture moving.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing Officer: (in Greenwing) here, take this and go check.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I peeked into a hole in the table to see two troopers approaching. One had a STG. 44, and the other one had a Luger.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I decided that the one with the rifle would be the one to kill first, so I sprung up as fast as I could and shot at them as fast as I could while screaming like hell (and I don’t mean like a sissy scream, I mean like a crazy laugh-scream).

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As the two fell, my weapon ran out of ammo, so I immediately took the other rifle as more troopers stormed into the remains of the dining room. So I hid behind the bar counter and took aim as they began to shoot with STGs and MP-40s.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">By the time the gunfight was over, it was just me. So I took an MP-40 and all the MP-40 magazines, so I was almost ready to escape. All I had to do was the following:

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Get my clothes, because I was only in my sleep pants, and get any food that wasn’t destroyed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Breyton’s old house…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was now in the deep forests, looking for somewhere to hide and wondering what had become of my friend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Yet as I got into a better clearing, I saw an explosion somewhere really close, which almost caused me to fall over. But of course I went to it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Ten minutes later…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I got to the site, I came across a decently large house that was missing a lower half, and surrounded by a bunch of dead troopers.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then turned to my left to see my friend, Breyton Scarletanco, alive, and holding an M16A1 with a flip up site. Yet as I walked to him, I then took notice of the yeti from the Park, Skips.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What’s he doing here?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Eviction notice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …come again?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">You guys obviously know about this part already, so I’ll skip to the next part.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: So…what’s our next move?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I guess we’ll have to get out of here again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: But…we just got here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Yes, well…this is how we usually travel. You know like…a traveling carnival.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: With the personalities like you two, I’m not surprised.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Hey!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Well then, why don’t you pick our next spot?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh, No! If anyone is picking our next spot, it’s going to be me! And I vote, Ireland.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As I crossed my arms in defense, Breyton raised an eyebrow, which caused me to stare at him in annoyance while I squeezed the bridge of my beaked nose.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I used to live in Ireland, dumbass!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: …oh.

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);">Chapter 6: Home Sweet Home Part 2

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The following day took forever to end. We spent the next few days trying to reach the airports, it would seem that there was one thing Breyton didn’t know about his homeland.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">By the time we had actually reached Ireland, we were all tired, cold, and hungry under circumstances of which you had never seen, but the long rest we received afterwards, made the whole damned thing worth it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…The following morning…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was chilly, but it wasn’t as bad as Russia, so we were able to dress lighter.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was wearing a dark grey hooded jacket with black stripes, green pants, and black dress boots.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton was wearing nothing more than a black t-shirt with a parkour backpack and blue strap, dark tan jeans, black boots, and a green bandana to replace his red one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips was in his normal jeans, and now had a green polo with white stripes, and an Ireland flag on the chest spot.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: And now Breyton, I get to pick where we go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Oh, shit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: But before we go to any hotels, there is somewhere else we are to go.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I swear, if this is another bar-!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Homeland!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Another bar?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: We’re talking about an incident in Beirut Lebanon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: And, what happened there?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I took Breyton and Tony out drinking, we all got wasted, Tony passed out, I got horny, and Breyton wandered off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Sounds like you guys have had some very interesting adventures.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Oh, you’ve got no idea.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As we found a bar, Breyton began to feel nervous about my choice, but I didn’t care. After all, he got to do what he wanted in his homeland, so now it was my turn.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Alright everyone, enter.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: (to Skips) watch out for whores.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Copy that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After they said this they finally entered the bar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Oh well, at least I can handle the punishment.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Then begin.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">My casual silver friend just sighed as he went to the counter and ordered a shot. Skips and I came next to him in order to ensure that he wasn’t alone.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Twenty minutes later…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">By now, each of us was going off on the deep end. Breyton was gripping his hung-over head, Skips was asleep, and I was river-dancing with a bunch of other wasted people, which caught Breyton’s eye.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Skips…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: *snore*

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton punched him in the shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Skips!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: AH! Ah…oh, dear God, my head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: What is he doing?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips got his head off the counter and turned to see me and the other people.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: It’s called river-dancing. It’s a type of Greenwing tap-dance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: And since when in the hell does Bernard Greenwing know how to Greenwing**ing river-dance?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I’m Greenwing you dumbass, do the math.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After I got past the alcohol, I bought a black beanie, and rented us a hotel for the night.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: *sigh*, you two certainly have quite the sibling rivalry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: But we’re not even siblings.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: You know what I mean.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: So what do we do now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: We need to see if we can contact anyone else from the Park.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: But none of us have any phones.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: What?!?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: We never got the chance to bring them with us after we moved to Greenwing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Ugh, Unbelievable!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Oh yeah, well where’s your phone?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: I don’t use anything related with technology unless it’s at home. And in case you forgot, my home has been SHUT DOWN!!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: And how’s that our fault?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips was about to answer my question when this thought came into his head. And he did realize I had a point since we weren’t anywhere near the Park when Thomas’ death occurred.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: …alright Bernie, you got me. But I still think we should try to contact someone at the park.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Do you know any of their numbers?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Yeah.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">On the way to the phone booths, we passed a sign that read ‘Ballymoney High School’, which caused my head to suddenly sting as the unexpected sound of machine gun fire suddenly entered my ears.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I knew that it was a sound only I could hear, but it still hurt.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Bernard?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I looked up to see that Skips and Breyton were looking at me with concern.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Bernie, buddy; you okay?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What’s that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I pointed to the sign.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Oh, that’s just the sign for a highschool.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: It…looks familiar.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Maybe, you attended it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Maybe I did. Can we check it out?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Well, I already tied a knot in my past; you might as well do the same.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The three of us then slowly walked to the school, which was now in afternoon classes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As we entered, my mind twitched as my imaginary gunfire continued to fill my head and ears.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Uh, Bernard?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: You don’t look too good, maybe you should sit down.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I took a seat at a bench near one of the homerooms, trying to allow my head to adjust to the noises in my head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hall Monitor: Excuse me, gentleman.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The three of us turned to see an elderly man with a ruler in his hands looking down at us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hall Monitor: This is a highschool, whatever you’re looking for, you won’t find it here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Do I know you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hall Monitor: What’s that? Say again lad?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I think I’ve seen you before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hall Monitor: Well, I don’t recognize the texture in your feathers, but I think I can remember something if ya give me a name?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Greenwing. Bernard Greenwing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hall Monitor: Wait a minute, I do remember that name. What year were you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I think I was…Junior?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The man then looked at my face, and seemed to have recognized me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hall Monitor: Oh God…Bernie, you’re alive.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Wait a second, who are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hall Monitor: Don’t you remember? It’s me, Jared! I was the one who kept on helping you cheat on your algebra tests?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I could tell Skips and Breyton were staring at me, but I didn’t care.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh my God, Jared.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: Where have you been?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Uh…around the world.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: Around the-…? Around the world?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yeah?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: Oh…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So…anyways, uh…is there anyone else still alive?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared didn’t answer; he just put his hands on his mop and looked down to the floor with a sad face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: And…Cassie?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He looked up at me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: I think it’s best if you follow me; it’s something you need to see with your own eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">In total desire to know the truth, I followed my forgotten friend as he walked out of the school and into a graveyard in the back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: Uh…listen Bernie, I need to get back to work so…you should probably send your regards and…be on your way, alright?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Then he left, and Breyton and Skips followed, leaving me by myself.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I began to look around the graveyard, already well aware of the terrible truth. But at the moment I didn’t care, I needed to know the answer, I had to find her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But before I go any further, I’d like to take all of you back to ten years ago, to a time when I attended high school…

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);">Chapter 7: Bad Memories

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was a junior back then, but the specific age I can’t remember. I had friends; one of which was a kind of guy who did things for extra credit, such as hall monitoring and gym assisting. I’d introduce him, but those who are reading don’t need such things since you already saw him lead me to the graveyard I’m in. I also had a girlfriend, and not like a ‘customer’ or that sexual shit, I mean like an actual girlfriend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She was a black falcon who usually wore a yellow shirt under a red jacket, tan shorts that reached her knees, and usually had a ponytail tied in a braid. Her name was Cassie.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The day of my kidnap haunts me like a phantom; mainly because of the events that followed were too horrid.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Back then I was a normal Green winged macaw with brown eyes, short mildly spiked hair, and I usually wore a purple and white plaid polo, faded black pants with a purple metallic belt, and purple sneakers.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The morning was normal; the few first classes were tolerable. I was walking out of class after second period, when I felt a hand grab my shoulders and pull me into a short kiss.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cassie: Hello Bernie.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Hey Cassie; how was second period?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cassie: Same old, same old.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cassie was the only girlfriend that I had actually dated for a relationship; should my kidnap not have happened; I might have actually been able to stay with her for the rest of my life…but Samantha Spix did not care for such feelings or emotion.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We walked down the hall and to our third hour class, which we had together; but not before our new substitute teacher.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I didn’t know it at the time, but the sub was actually a younger Samantha Spix.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Samantha: Greenwing Greenwing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Ms. Spix.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cassie: Hey, did you ever notice how much a bunch of other boys were looking at her?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: It’s obvious isn’t it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We looked to see that Jared had come up to us in his hall monitor hat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: They think that she’s pretty.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh boy, here it comes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: Just think about it; they show signs of attraction to her almost every day she’s been here, you do notice that don’t you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well, yeah.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cassie: If you ask me, she’s a little weird.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jared: Well, that’s also true, yeah.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: It’s probably a habit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We just continued to talk about this as we made our way to the gym. We weren’t as excited as we normally were since today was dodge ball day.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were also completely unaware that Spix was stalking us as we made our way to class.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As Jared left us to return to his post, we made our way into the gym. Yet when everyone was in class, Spix stalked Jared, and knocked him out before shoving him into the janitor’s closet. And when she did that, she took his keys.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Fifteen minutes in the game, a jailbreak was called for both teams. Yet as we began to pelt each other with dodge-balls, Spix entered the gym.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She slowly and calmly walked into the center of the room, not giving a shit if anybody was watching her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was one of the only few boys with my eyes not stuck on her body. But I was as confused as everyone else as she reached the center circle of the gym.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After ten minutes of confusion and staring, we all mentally decided to pelt her with dodge balls, but we all went into total shock as she suddenly pulled out dual FN-P90 SMGs and opened fire on both of the crowds, popping every dodge ball and killing most of the students.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Some of us on my side of the gym were still alive, one of them fortunately being Cassie, who I was trying to protect in my arms.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Yet I could only watch as she finished off most of the students. She fired to my left, she fired to my right, but one look at me, she smiled and fired at us, but only Cassie received impact.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Cassie was my girlfriend, who I wanted to keep with me. But before our relationship could be taken any further she was taken from me, by another…I sometimes wish that I was the one killed instead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After I was infected, I spent no more than two to four months in New York; and in that time I met Breyton, met Josh, and learned how to make women purr.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Would ya look at me now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After a while, I had finally found what I was looking for: her grave.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was a little dirty, and it was cold, but I didn’t care as I hugged it with tearful eyes, real, non-powered tearful eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As I continued to hug her grave, it suddenly became clear to me that I wasn’t alone in this graveyard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I heard footsteps, yet I was a little on edge as I began to remember the tragic events of my childhood, so I hid behind Cassie’s grave and saw who was approaching the site.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was a red wolf that seemed to be about Breyton’s age, and was wearing a similar vest to Breyton’s, only the main color was white, the lower color was red, and the upper color was blue. He also had a light grey sweatshirt under his vest, a dark grey neckerchief, dark brown jeans, and black shoes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I took a close look at the newcomer and saw that he was approaching Cassie’s grave, and when he got close enough, jumped on top of the gravestone to get a high vantage point; and then he front flipped off of it when he found what he was looking for.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Curious, I cleaned off the footprints, and followed the wolf to an old locker room outside of the school. Once inside, I saw him feeling at the floors, and after finding what he was looking for, he punched the section with his fist, and pulled the floor-boards out, exposing a hole.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The wolf jumped down it, and came back up with a trunk, and then he pulled out a golden Makarov PM with a silencer, and shot the lock.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">With whatever was in the trunk was now his to take as I continued to hide from plane sight from him, but as he began to pull out its contents, I recognized them;

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">They were containments of a time capsule we buried as sophomores.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The wolf continued to rummage through the capsule, pulling out a locket in the process, which landed at my feet. I picked up the locket and opened it up, exposing a picture of me and Cassie holding hands,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then looked back to the wolf, who had finally found what he was looking for: a weird iron mask that had three holes on both sides.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Wolf: Finally; I finally found it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It was at this time that I’d had enough, so I pulled out my MP-40 which I stashed from Russia, and pointed it at him. It was at this that he finally took notice of me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Put it down.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Wolf: Oh, you’ve got to be joking.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You can take the mask if it’s that important, but I am in need of answers as to why the hell you’re in here, so just, put the damn thing on and put your hands behind your head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The wolf obeyed and slowly rose to his feet, while I pulled out a Kukri knife.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Wolf: What’s that for?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Do I look, like an idiot? I’m not taking any Greenwing**ing chances at the moment. Now walk outside, and you and I are gonna talk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We walked outside the locker room while I still had him at gunpoint, but just as we were about to reach Cassie’s grave, the wolf suddenly did a backwards kick and sent my rifle from my hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Wolf: Bad move birdie.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Don’t call me birdie! Doggie!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I pulled out a second attack and proceeded to attack him, but no matter what I did, he just dodged; it was as if he could read my mind.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I eventually began to tire, and threw one of my knives at him, only for him to catch it and result in us crusading. Left to left, right to right, blade to blade; everything we did was exactly the same, until the wolf finally stopped it by grabbing my arm and twisting it back.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Wolf: Tell me Birdie, who taught you how to fight like this?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I did.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We both looked to our left to see that both Breyton and Skips had come back, and were both holding a weapon; yet Breyton lowered his when he saw the wolf’s face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Wolf: Wait…Breyton?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Jalen?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You know him?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Yeah, I do…Bernard Greenwing; meet Jalen Red-Wolf…my mentor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …mentor?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jalen: Yeah, mentor. You know how Breyton taught you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Uh, yeah?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jalen: Well I taught Breyton.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …oh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Well, now that that’s all done and out of the way, why don’t all of you come with me? I think it’s time we tried to contact someone from the park.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips was in a phone booth dialing the gumball machine’s number.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Come on Greenwing, pick up…pick up!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: (over phone) hello?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Greenwing?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Skips! Oh thank God, you’re alive!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Listen, right now I’m in the middle of Ireland with Greenwing and Scarletanco; where are you?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: *sigh*, okay, okay…right now I’m in the middle of Shanghai China, with Greenwing, Eileen, and Greenwing Lear’s, come here as quickly as you can!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Okay. We’ll be there…first thing…tomorrow morning.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Thank you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After Skips hung up the phone, he turned to the three of us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Best we get some sleep; because first thing tomorrow, we’re going to China.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton and I looked up as he said ‘China’. Let me explain. Are you aware on how we spent two years around the world? Well China was a spot that we agreed would not be good to go back to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: China?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Yup.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me and Breyton: …Uh, oh.

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);">Chapter 8: Bad Step of the Way

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The next morning was not the most happy for those such as us. We were scared all the way as we made our way to the airport through that taxicab. Skips and Jalen were not troubled as much due to their better reputations, but this was good since we were with them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The airports were a little tricky to get through; we had to be on grade-A behavior so we could get to the plane. And this was especially hard for Breyton and I since we had never actually had to do that before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">By the time we had gotten into the plane, Breyton and I were more nervous than ever. Sure we were in first class and shit, but this was gonna be a very painful visit as we went back to china.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">While Skips and Jalen were breathing calmly through sleep, Breyton and I were breathing in paper bags.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Luckily for the two of us, some ‘bad luck’ went our way.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After a few hours, we had finally managed to get some sleep, yet it didn’t last very long.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The sound of a gun firing off was what awoke us from our sleep; and as you could expect, Greenwing was the one who pulled the trigger; picking up a hostage not a second later.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: BREYTON SCARLETANCO!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She shot the hostage.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: BREYTON!! WHERE ARE YOU!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The crazy bitch had a freaky smile on her face, and this scared me half to death even if she wasn’t looking at me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: YOU’VE GOT FIVE SECONDS LITTLE BROTHER, BEFORE I SMOKE ANOTHER ONE!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I looked at Breyton, whose expression suddenly switched to anger; yet since he wasn’t in a good spot to fight (or so I thought), he stood up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: What do you want Greenwing?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: I want, to bring you to my boss, so we can discuss some business I was thinking of.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: And when I say f**k you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Fast as lightning, her pistol was pressing tightly against my head, yet what she wasn’t aware of was that Jalen was in between us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: I shoot your closest friend. So you have to the count of-

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Before she even had time to finish her sentence, Jalen extended his hidden blade and sliced off her right arm, causing it to immediately lose grip on the pistol. Her blood was black as ink, and this almost scared me. Yet after the gun was released, Breyton caught it and immediately started to shoot at her in rage.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But Greenwing was fast and used her remaining hand and hidden blade to deflect all the bullets that sailed towards her, and when the gun was depleted, she shot black tentacles from her detached arm and reattached it to her body.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The two siblings proceeded to use their hidden blades to fight their way to the pilot compartment of the plane, yet it was an unfortunate that Breyton had accidentally stabbed the pilot computer in a rage filled attempt to kill his sister.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: Tsk, tsk, so you still can’t stand up to your elders.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: SHUT UP!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Before he could do anything else however, she suddenly grabbed a civilian and held her at blade-point.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: One step further little brother, and I slit her throat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton may not have known who the civilian was, but he could see the fear in her eyes, so he simply paused, and angrily sheathed his hidden blades.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: You should be relieved Breyton…you bought yourself some time…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She began to walk down the hall and closer to an emergency exit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Greenwing: …for now.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She then slit the civilian’s throat, and used her powers to force the door open, causing her to fall out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Greenwing!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: BREYTON WAIT!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton leaped out of the exit, followed by myself, Jalen, and then Skips. Yet some of us were a little shocked to see we were already close to the ground, so we quickly reacted and landed on our feet in order to keep ourselves from crashing and dying; but this didn’t exchange the fact that we were still going a hundred some miles per hour.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We had never ran any faster in all our lives, yet me being the fastest was able to keep up myself, yet the extreme adrenaline was going down fast, meaning we’d probably lose consciousness in a few minutes or so.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After about fifteen to twenty minutes, that’s exactly what happened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''Narrator Swap: Breyton Scarletanco ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was the first out of us four to have awakened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I came too, the first thing that came to my ears was the sound of someone speaking Greenwing. As I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in what appeared to be a hospital wing, with me and the others being the only ones in it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I attempted to rise, I paused when I felt something prohibit me from doing so; so I looked down to see that someone had strapped handcuffs to my wrists, inches from my gauntlets.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">As I looked at them in confusion, I saw a male doctor suddenly enter the room with a clipboard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: (in Russian) uh, excuse me, what country is this, and why am I cuffed?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Doctor: (in Greenwing) I cannot understand you sir, do you know Greenwing?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: (in Greenwing) uh, little bit yeah.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Doctor: (in Greenwing) alright then, what was that you said before?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: (in Greenwing) where am I, and why am I cuffed?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Doctor: (in Greenwing) you’re in Greenwing, and you’re cuffed because we need to ask you about this.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He showed me a front pager newspaper article on the plane we were on, which was now on fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Doctor: (in Greenwing) what do you think?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: (in Greenwing) I think I was on that airliner. Although I don’t remember much; there was a fight, I felt heavy wind on my face, and now I’m speaking to you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Doctor: (in Greenwing) I see…I know you and Greenwing over there, but I’m not familiar with those two over there. Who are they?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: (in Greenwing) well, the yeti is my friend Skips, and the other guy is my old mentor Jalen Red-Wolf.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Doctor: (in Greenwing) mentor eh? Very well then.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The doctor uncuffed me, and returned my clothes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I left the hospital alone, with plans of returning of course. I couldn’t understand why, but it felt good putting my parkour backpack back on.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">My stomach was girdling a little, so I decided to go somewhere to eat.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After food was out of the way, I decided to go do some sightseeing. I hadn’t been to Greenwing that much before, so a lot of options were available, but all in all I eventually decided to go to the Eiffel Tower in order to get a good view of the country.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Getting there was no problem, but getting up, well…not as easy but I managed. When I got up to the top, I found myself looking at the entire city of Greenwing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Not long after I got to the top however did I hear footsteps cautiously approaching me, and I could tell that he was trying to sneak up on me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I heard the whooshing of a knife, and this signaled me to catch the weapon before it could be sent into my head; yet catching it also allowed me to see that the attacker was the doctor.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You again?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">French Doctor: Your big sister sends her regards.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: does she now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Not in the mood to say anything more, I used my hidden blade to stab him in the throat; yet it surprisingly didn’t kill him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">French Doctor: Sorry boy, but it’ll take more than that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Not a problem you little svoloch.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then kicked him back, built up some energy into my hands, and shot him with a bolt of dark energy, causing him to disappear into nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But as he disappeared into nothing, I saw that there was someone behind him, a woman.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I quickly jumped back and into a fighting stance to see that it wasn’t Amanda, but it was a macaw with white feathers, sunglasses, and had a red shirt that was similar to the vest I used to wear, faded black jeans, and blue shoes. She also had green gauntlets identical to mine, which alerted me that she must’ve had similar training to mine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Who are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: I’d like to ask the same thing to you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Were you with him?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: …no.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I half-doubted her words, but I went calm anyways as I saw that she was not afraid, so I calmly walked up to her to see that she looked a little familiar, a somewhat feminine version of…me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: ???

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: What?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Do I know you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: It depends. What is your name?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Breyton. My name is Breyton.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: You mean as in…Scarletanco?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yes. But how do you know that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: I think you and I may be…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: …twins.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …come again?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">>>>: My name is Katie Scarletanco, I was born in Russia, yet I’ve spent most of my life here. I was abducted from my home when…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …terrorists came and shot…our parents.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We just looked at each other from there in an awkward silence. Yet after staring at each other in a total five minutes, we shared a hug.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…The Hospital…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">''Narrator Switch: Bernard Greenwing ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital, with Breyton already awake, and next to a girl who kinda looked like him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Breyton?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Oh Bernard, you’re awake.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Who’s that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: This is someone who I thought was dead for a long time, and I would like you to meet her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Okay?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Bernard Greenwing, Katie Scarletanco. Katie Scarletanco, Bernard Greenwing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Katie: Twins.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Ah.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Two Hours Later…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">By now everyone was awake, dressed, and had eaten all the food required to start the day.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jalen: So…he just, met her at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Not very impressive is it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Jalen: Not really.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: I heard that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: We don’t care.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Okay, this has been a little delay, but now it’s time to get back on track. First thing’s first: we need to re-call Benson to make sure he’s still in China.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: If we’re lucky, he won’t be.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After he found a phone booth, Skips re-dialed Benson’s number, hoping that he’d be able to pick up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Hello, hello?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: This is Naji Lear’s, who’s this?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Naji, it’s Skips; where are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: We’ve moved forward from China to the yellow river; now we’re heading towards Kyoto, Japan.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Wait, how come Benson didn’t pick up?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Because…Benson’s dead.

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);">Chapter 9: Kyoto

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were all quiet as we took the plane ride to Japan, but Breyton and I were just relieved we were going to Japan instead of China; I’d tell you why, but it’s complicated.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Kyoto…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">We were quietly walking on the streets of Kyoto Japan, and Skips’ head was low as it tried to process the fact that Benson had died; but to be honest, it was hard to process it myself, even if I hardly knew the guy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After a while, we saw them: Naji, Eileen, and that kid who applauded Naji in Spain. But Rigby was nowhere to be seen.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji looked disturbed, so I was the first to greet him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Hey, Naji! How’s every little thing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: …oh, hi Bernie.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What’s wrong?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">His only response was a shift in his head towards the boy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Isn’t that the same kid from Spain?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Yep.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What’s he doing here?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: *sigh*…why don’t I introduce you to him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Breyton Scarletanco, Bernard Greenwing, I’d like to introduce you to Naji Lear’s Jr. My son.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Those last two words took the slowest amount of time ever. This was the last thing we would’ve expected to hear, especially from Naji’s mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …son?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Mm-hm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: But that’s impossible, you never slept with any women.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Well actually, there was this one girl he-…oh sorry, can I?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Go ahead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Yeah, he slept with this one girl in Moscow a few years ago; I think when he was in his…teens was it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: yup.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Did you, get a name?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: It was that terrorist woman called…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The name she gave us was the last name any of us would ever expect, ever.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: …Samantha Spix.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Our eyes went dead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Samantha Spix? You mean the same Samantha Spix that killed everyone’s families and raped a bunch of innocent people?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Yup.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Well, how can you tell? The kid looks a lot more like you than he does her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And it was true. You guys already know what he was wearing in Spain, so we’ll give you the rest; the boy was a light yellow in color and had brown eyes with purple pupils. He also had a symbol on his forehead and lit up bones similar to his father’s, only they were purple and slightly altered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So little man…was that your father who gave you that name of yours?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji Jr.: Yeah that’s right.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Uh huh…and how old are you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji Jr.: Seven; I just met my baba a few weeks ago.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Baba?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: That’s Arabic for ‘daddy’.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Huh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: So…how’d Benson die?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: House killed him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Who?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: You mean Tony’s other clone?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Yup.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: But, I thought that he was charred alive?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: Seems like someone tried to make him their slave…and failed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: But, where’s Benson’s body?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji responded by taking out what appeared to be the top piece of a gumball machine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: this is the only piece that wasn’t cremated.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He slowly took the piece and looked it with tearful eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: I’m sorry Benson…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen gathered around Benson and they began to circle the piece, while the rest of us took off our headwear in respect.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After that, we began to plan our next move.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: So…what should we do now?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: For now…we lay low…and see if we can get a possible lead on this…House character.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Naji: I think I can help on that.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Skips: Let’s talk about it somewhere private.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After they left, we turned to Jr.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Think Tony’s got anything on this?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Not a chance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After a little more small talk on Naji Jr., I talked with Eileen.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So, Eileen…what have you been up too?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Well, we’ve had what was quite possibly the worst camping trip ever, we went to several places where no one understands what the hell we’re saying, and we watched as some nut that looks just like Lear’s kill Rigby’s boss, and I Rigby was taken by him to God-knows-where.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: But enough of me, what’s new with you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well, I met Breyton’s tutor, his twin sister (who’s with us now), his older sister (who’s trying to kill us), we survived a plane crash, and we had to go through over three security checks at the airports.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: For someone like you, that must’ve been terrible.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You’ve got no idea.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Later That Evening…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">There wasn’t much that happened during the evening. We all just pretty much talked, managed to rent a house that could fit each of us, and just pretty much…took it slow.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But those city lights of Japan, oh God it was amazing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But there was one thing however, that happened during the night; I was looking at the locket of me and Cassie, and I guess I felt a little empty inside knowing that she was dead. But then Eileen came out, and looked at the lights the same way I was.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: It’s amazing isn’t it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I didn’t answer at first; I wanted to actually talk about her; but what surprised me was that I actually did.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: While I admit that that’s true, I have my own sights to look at.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: What do you mean?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I showed her the locket.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You see this couple?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Yeah. They look kinda cute.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: They were. You know who the red one is?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">She examined it a little further, and took notice of our identical faces.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: He kinda looks like you.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well that’s because he is.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: …But…that can’t be, you’re…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I know; dark blue. But that’s only because I’m an Infected. I don’t just call myself that because I like how it sounds; it’s actually something that happened in our lives.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: You can spare me the story; Katie already told me all about it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: So…who’s the girl?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: That was my first…and only…real girlfriend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: You?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Yup. Her name was Cassie. The two of us met in middle school, and we went down to sophomore year I think, we began to date in freshmen year and, well…that’s pretty much how our relationship started.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: …

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: But then I was captured and infected…she was taken from me, and I was completely unable to do anything to stop it from happening…she ended up dying in my arms.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Really?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Uh huh. I eventually learned to forget about her by sleeping with other girls; but when I returned to Ireland, I found this locket and…I just couldn’t do what I was doing anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Do what you were doing?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: The sex, the drugs, all of that? I couldn’t do it anymore…not when I saw her face and heard her voice after so many years.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Oh…I see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: She was the only person I actually had a real relationship with…but what about you? Did you ever have a crush, or love someone in your life?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: Well…I was getting rather loving with Rigby. The two of us were getting a lot closer ever since we…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Do you love him?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: …he’s the one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Well then…you have to go and find him. You need to save him; and whatever you do, you can’t let him go down for the count. Don’t let him die, so you can turn into me…promise me that Eileen. Promise that you won’t become me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I could tell that even in this short conversation that she was very shocked. But she still understood and gave the response I was hoping for.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Eileen: I promise.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…The Next Morning…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I woke up to hear the sound of a two-flute chorus. The sound was very lovely, but the sound of my girdling tummy came first.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After I had breakfast, I walked out of the house and looked to my left; Breyton and Katie were both playing a flute, and looked calmer that the first time in years.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Morning.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The two stopped playing and looked at me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Good morning Bernie. All bright and early I see.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: When you’re hungry, you’re hungry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Breyton: Yeah, probably wouldn’t be as hungry if you didn’t smoke all that weed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Oh ha, ha, you’re so funny.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Then Skips, Eileen, Naji, Naji Jr., and Eventually Jalen came out as well. And with our group all dressed and ready to go, we made our way to the airport.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Where we were going I don’t remember, only that a man known as John Gallinule IV found us and had me separated from the rest of the team.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The gunfight wasn’t worth talking about. But due to the fact that I was separated, Japanese police found and arrested me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…Five Hours Later…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was in an orange prison uniform, my hair was cut and trimmed, and I was sitting in a chair in a cell.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Then a Japanese warden came in, reading a comic book.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Heh, heh, they just don’t make heroes the way they used to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: I wasn’t supposed to be a hero, only a weapon.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: So says everyone else on the street.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: So what’s gonna happen to me?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Well if everything goes as we’re hoping, you’ll be transferred to an Irish court to receive your sentence.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: mm. So…what about you?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Well I’ll have no authority in Ireland anyway, so I’ll just stay here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then left, leaving the comic at my feet. And since I had nothing better to do, I picked it up and looked at it. But since the lettering was in Japanese, I just looked at the pictures.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was sitting in the back of a large truck, my arms and legs were chained, I was strapped to a cage, I had one of those metal guards around my mouth, and several policemen were holding their guns at me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I didn’t know who these guys were, but they clearly were not stupid.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But then something went wrong. We all heard explosions coming from outside, but before we could figure out what happened, the truck exploded.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I woke up in a bunch of rubble, and after pushing it off of my body, I took notice of the Warden not far from me; he was buried, but alive.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: You alright?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Yes. That was quite a ride.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Did anyone else make it?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Just that other poor man over there.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I looked to see a middle aged man pulling himself up, and after seeing us, he waved to us, and we returned the wave.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Come, we must hurry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then unsheathed a katana, and straightened his posture so I wouldn’t have to help him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Okay, so the next order of business is to get to cover, we’re still in danger here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Right.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After catching up to the officer, we hid behind a sign, and then I looked to see who else was out there.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But as I looked, a purple macaw appeared out of nowhere and tackled me. As I saw his face, I saw that it was Gallinule.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">John: Bernard Greenwing. We meet at last.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He was Scottish, which didn’t go well for me since I was Irish.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What do you want?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">John: We’re running low on recruits, and I’ve been sent to look for more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Go suck a dick.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I used my water ability to force him off of me, and the three of us made our way to the street.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Officer: Sir! I found a working motorcycle!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: Greenwing, you take it! We’ll hold him off!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: What?!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Warden: (pushing me to the bike) JUST GO!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I realized that I was out of options, so I agreed to him and I took off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But I knew that Gallinule wouldn’t be far behind.

<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);">Chapter 10: My Ending Chapter

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I began to realize that he was right behind me; but not in a vehicle, but running. And this was something that confused me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: Who keeps up to someone like that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">He then caught up to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">John: YOU CAN’T OUTRUN AN INFECTED!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Me: YOU CAN WHEN YOU’RE ALSO AN INFECTED!!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I then sped up my bike, and prepared to get on the upcoming highway. As soon as I was on it, police began to chase the two of us, and arrest us both.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But after forty five minutes of the chase on cars, helicopters joined in on the scene, but John wouldn’t stop running.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I’ll give him credit on one thing; he’s got a lot of endurance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Just as I was getting a little more room on the highway, John picked up speed and tackled me, causing both of us to fall off of the bridge.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">The only thing I could hear before passing out was the sound of machine gun fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I woke up, I found myself behind my fallen bike, and I had an MM-1 grenade launcher strapped to my hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I peeked out from under the bike to see that several officers and S.W.A.T. team members were in complete cover, prepared to fire at me as soon as I came out of my hiding place.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I had no idea why they were aiming at me, but I didn’t ask questions. I just readied myself and opened fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">A few minutes of that and I was eventually the last one standing, so I quickly ran to one of the trucks and drove off, not with the slightest hint of what the hell was going on.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Soon enough, a helicopter was behind me, I didn’t understand why, but I knew that Gallinule was in it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">So I stepped on it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was burning as much rubber as I could while I was in that truck, but no matter where I went, I could see that chopper behind me, and it was starting to piss me off.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But I was in an armored vehicle, and my launcher was out of ammo…and a hundred miles away.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">But then machine gun fire took the air, and the truck spun out of control, causing me to hit the steering wheel, and pass out again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">When I woke up, my hands were cuffed, my legs were in iron, and my pants were barely on. I looked up to see Gallinule was above me, with two dark purple female twins.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">There’s the reason why my pants were hardly on.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Epilogue

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">So here I am; in this helicopter as a prisoner, with a bunch of fellow Infected keeping me at gunpoint.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">You guys might not know this but Infected are rather rare at this time.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I’m just sitting here, hoping that they won’t shoot me, and wondering where my friends ran off to-

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Wait, you see that?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It looks like a…casual silver rocket, heading straight for the helicopter.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">And it’s rockets like that…that make me smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">'' Author’s Note ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">'' Well folks, there it is, part 3 is done. So tune in next time for one of our favorite couples, Mordecai, Margaret, and the faithful Josh Crane as they go to some of the most historic parts of the world in… ''

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