The Hero Ayina

She gulped, gripping the handle-bar tightly. Her life would soon depend on her grip, so she was getting ahead of it.

Master Kwo kicked the harness shut and tugged at the cord to make sure it was well and tightly strung. He then looked up, and then back.

“Yes. Like clockwork, it is coming. Look,” his voice beckoned.

Ayina grimaced and did not look back. “I rather not see.”

Kwo nodded his heavy face, hardened by the gruesome year of fighting and hunting. He gave the cord another tug to confirm its sturdiness, gazing at it suspiciously. “I almost died the first time we tried this,” he said, grumbling. “The winds the king crane produces are like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

“Yet, they will aid me,” she said, almost as a question, and he simply nodded.

“The calculations are unmistakable,” he stated, without a doubt. “Every three days, the king Crane flies by this valley. We have instruments around the entire breadth of this beautiful formation, and we have calculated.”

“The hero Lin failed, though,” she pointed out, still unsure of herself. Her hands were sweaty, would they slip? Cause a shift in weight that would send her down to her doom?

Did it matter?

“Lin, like you, was the right weight and possessed the perfect body proportions. Lin hesitated too long and was caught by the second wing flap. The first interacts well with the walls of the valley, and this cliff itself, and will aid in your glide. But the second will hit the cavernous surroundings of DugMole Clearing. They will rage tumultuously and flip you around like a leaf in a tornado.”

Ayina gulped, trembling with fear. It was very easy for Kwo to tell that that was the fact.

“Make no mistake, Ayina. Should you fail, we have no other plan. No one else matches the necessary calculations.”

“I know.”

“We have kept the cranes from migrating for all of this extremely vicious year. However, the discovery of the nest on the Volcano, with a flock of cranes that are already learning to fly, has revealed that we have failed. It was inevitable, really. Having finally grown children, the cranes will migrate together. The whole world will suffer.”

“I know.”

“The whole world is counting on you—“

“I KNOW! Master Kwo, please.” She wanted to calm down, but just then, she heard a swooshing sound that was trying to sound like a thunderclap, and seconds later, a gust of wind hit them.

She couldn’t help but yell as the winds battered her glider. They pushed Kwo aside with monstrous force, making his feet slide off the cliff. He grabbed hold of the cable to keep that from happening.

“One more flap, and on the one after that, you will go!” Kwo raised his voice over the startled winds. “You will go, Ayina, and save the world! And your husband and child, and all of their descendants, for as long as our nation is living, shall reap benefits worthy of kings!”

She bit her lip and shed a tear, feeling the winds settling down a bit. The noise was still there, though, flying fast towards her from afar. So much so that Kwo was yelling, to make sure that he was heard.

“Remember! Approach from behind the right wing! Watch as it raises its tip, a third of the wing’s breath. Once the feathers on that tip are aiming at the sky, press the trigger. You will take flight away from it, and then we will kill it. And its young. Then our world will be free of these titan cranes.”

It wasn’t the first time Ayina had heard those instructions. It wasn’t even the tenth. By the time she had heard it ten times, she had dictated it from memory another ten. That was the importance of her mission, or the lack of confidence that they had in her.

Her hair, once as long as the middle of her back, had been cut bald. A helmet stood in substitution, and it was uncomfortably strapped around her neck. Her eyes, dark brown, were unseen behind the visor that was supposed to withstand the harshest of winds. Her body, which the officers had desperately endeavored to maintain for the past week, was constricted by the blue and white leather suit that was supposed to blend in with the sky. Just in case.

The glider was huge. It had a width and girth that would never work on a normal day’s wind, and it had the weapon attached to its top. Wires connected it to the handlebar so that she could use it as a trigger. Hopefully, she would not accidentally fire it.

Looking ahead, at the depths of the canyon before her, the great valley that stood incomparable in all the world, she was reminded of when she had visited with her family. In a long time past, where a gigantic bird wasn’t making hunting grounds of all their great cities, they had sat around a ledge not far from where she now stood, and had eaten good food, laughed and talked, creating memories that she would cherish forever.

Even if that turned out to be a very short time. Oh, Kein…oh Kein, I did not kiss you enough, she thought, having mixed feelings about remembering his embrace because she might cry so much that the tears could muddle her vision and fumble the whole thing.

A thunderclap sounded even louder, and mere two seconds later, the winds came whistling and blowing, and battered against them so strongly that the whole cliff shook. Her glider felt like it would rip open, but the cables and harnesses kept it grounded. Kwo screamed with effort, and Ayina saw that he was floating in the air.

Slowly, his body came to fall on the cliff floor. He stood up, with difficulty, and took some hard steps in her direction, fighting through the continuous gust of invisible power. Meanwhile, he yelled at her.

“There are no words for how grateful we are for your sacrifice! A statue is already being built, just like it was with Lin. You are a hero already, Ayina. And we love you!”

She could see sincere and true admiration in the old man’s eyes. It meant a lot that he was there, risking his life. The leader of their island nation drew upon a pistol and pointed it down at something she couldn’t see, but she knew it was the agglomeration of nails holding down the chains that were keeping her glider from flying off.

Ayina swallowed fear because she didn’t know what else to do with it. There was too much.

“Remember! Right wing! When the tip is pointing at the sky! And whatever you do…” she heard his voice directed away from her. At the incoming behemoth. “Do not blink!”

Her breath blew nervously rampant. The noise was so clear. A massive existence, one that could perch on mountain tops and carry entire skyscrapers away, was bearing down in her direction.

Thunder clapped with a great, echoing bellow. Nature screamed in pain and rage at the massive beating it was getting from the wings. She could only hear the battle between the wind and her glider. Air rushed up into her helmet and draped her face in cold, pushing the tears away from her cheeks.

“SAVE US, AYINA!” The voice screamed, and she saw how gigantic feathers popped up from below her. The cliff they were on looked like an arm, and it was an arm that extended for a long distance. Nobody knew how that had formed, but the same could be said about all rock formations that had been shaped by seas and rivers that hadn’t existed for thousands of years.


Metal struck and Ayina was suddenly ripped free from her chains. Her heart skipped many beats, and her respiratory system forgot how to function. The floor vanished and the cliff face, which had been right by her a moment ago, was now several feet below her. She had flown so very high so very fast.

And from that altitude, still, she could not see the whole of the titan crane. Its wing, deathly white, stood still below her, gliding the gigantic body along. She could see the short head and thin beak, near half a mile away. They were still large enough that people could live on them.

She looked aside, but her sight could not properly discern all the way to the left wing. There was the torso, big and huge beyond imagining.

How had this creature appeared, and where had it come from? Rumors were that it was the product of experimentation, and others said it had been inside the iceberg that had reached them several years now.

Ayina shook her head, awkwardly pushing away the remainder of her tears. The wind was blowing hard against her body, and the glider felt extremely flimsy in her hands. She leaned, sending the glider into a dive.

It didn’t matter where it came from, it only mattered that it was dead. Putting the world aside, Ayina did not want her son growing up in a world subjugated by those things.

In only one year, they had had to evacuate every city across the nation. They had been forced to become cave-dwelling hunters, living dreary, unhappy, terrified lives. That was why it felt like it had gone on for much longer than a simple year. A miserable life truly had a tendency to extend itself.

The beast is so large I can hardly tell I’m getting closer, Ayina complained in her mind. Still, she could tell well enough, and so she soon stabilized her gliding to use the speed to get closer to the bird. Another dive and she would be in a position to fire.

Nervously, Ayina watched the right wing. For the life of her, she could not be certain that she could discern its movements. The sunlight was reflecting off the white feathers powerfully, and while her visor enabled her to keep her eyes open, that was about all she was capable of. Her eyes were already stinging.

“Kein,” she whispered, thinking of her beloved. Finding strength in him, like she had always done. “Help me do this. Help me under–”

Just then, a shadow formed halfway to the tip. The wing was bending, and so Ayina dove again with her glider.

Her thoughts vanished beneath the tension of her perception and the terrible noise of the wind. And the wing continued to bend.

It’s just a slight flap, to maintain altitude, and yet it will blow me away and kill me.

Ayina almost cried again but held strong. She glided onwards, focusing as hard as she could on the glistening silver feathers. Awaiting the moment they would point at the sky.

They pointed at the sky, or so Ayina hoped. She hesitated for a second, but then saw by the shadows how the wing began to bend in the opposite direction. Swallowing, she leveled her glider into only a half glide, to get closer. The wing was huge now and completely filled the environment below her.

She squeezed the grip on her hand and turned it with both hands, a different direction each. When she heard a click, she pushed the hands together, and a loud thump came from above. A large canister, with the girth of a tree trunk, sped in front of her for a second, gaining distance, and then fire erupted on its bottom, blowing it away that much faster.

Ayina watched, tense, not really thinking about anything. All the while, the wing continued to bend down, winding up a storm that was gradually forming as the air was violently pushed away in abysmal volumes by the fall of the tip of that wing. Her glider rocked in increasingly rougher ways, and yet she watched the weapon go. It exploded, much like fireworks, shooting a myriad of projectiles at the wing. They looked so tiny when contrasted to that massive thing. The wind picked up and almost flipped her, but she was able to stay level to see the weapon get in contact with the bird.

Hundreds of contact points flared up with green flames, and while tiny, they provoked a shiver in the beast. Ayina watched, dumbfounded, as a wave of motion carried across the titan crane, which was easily the size of a small city. She was still not sure that it had worked because two long minutes had passed since she had first pressed the trigger. The whole thing was coming off as very anti-climatic, to say the least.

But the reaction was unspeakably violent.

The spasm that the creature produced, in reaction to pain, worsened the wing flap. An immediate and massive storm of winds blew into existence with the power of God. Ayina was blown away so brusquely that she completely lost track of all her senses.

Pain brought her back to conscience, that, and the terrible sensation of falling, which could only be compared to the imagined experiences of her nightmares. She opened her eyes to see that she was falling across the air. There was some of the glider still strapped to her back, but while she could feel it, she couldn’t see it. Most of it was gone. More importantly, her left arm wasn’t responding, likely broken.

That’s it, then…

Ayina looked up at the approaching ground and fear gripped her so strongly that it motivated her to look away and check on the bird. She found its massive body further ahead, gaining distance. Its wings were still moving slowly to her point of view, but she could tell they were moving much faster than before. They beat against the air, trying to gain control of its flight, and wind came raging after her. It blasted her body and sent her up a few feet. Or stopped her descent, it was hard to tell.

Either way, it took long seconds for her body to stop spinning, and a few seconds more for her head to stop spinning. Only then did she notice how the massive wing, growing smaller by the moment, was not moving correctly. It was undoubtedly damaged, with several patches having been set ablaze. She couldn’t see the fire, but she could see tiny trails of smoke dispersed by its movements.

The bird was going down, and her people would come upon it like ants on a sparrow.

She cried. Relief and terror were too odd of a mix, something she had never felt before. She was so very scared of the fact she was about to die, and yet, so very happy that she had saved the world. Her world.

She tried looking down again, but the sight of it near made her faint. So instead, she closed her eyes. But that was too nerve-racking, and she kept stealing glances at the ground rushing up towards her. So she turned around to face the sky.

It was a beautiful sky if she had to be honest. Ayina knew that sky very well, the sky that was a roof to her home. Her nation. Her island. Roof to all her people. Kein loved that sky. That was why he called her as he did, he called Ayina his sky.

Ayina whimpered and cried some more. It was beyond weird to feel so terrible and regretful, and at the same time, so happy. So much love.

I love you, Kein. Take care of our boy. In this world I saved for you.

Ayina chuckled, which was a crazy reaction to have. But still, she chuckled and then laughed. There was some change to the sound of the wind that let her know it was about to end. Or maybe it was instinct. Or maybe it was God.

Whatever it was, it allowed her to choose how to spend her final moment. So, in that one final instant, she stopped laughing. She smiled.

She pictured her family, remembering them not how they had been for that terrible year, but rather for how they would soon be. Happy and hopeful, and looking at her with welcoming, loving eyes.

The hero Ayina felt not a thing, and her people, too, would certainly forget.

Not a thing.

The Hero Ayina

To Save the World – Part 6


Part 6

“THIS WAS ALL A TRICK?!” Nathaniel screamed, clearly struggling. “You traitor! You tricked me! You really do just want to kill me!”

“I told you,” Kaneda said, beginning to move. He felt around his feet, trying to find the thing.

“This won’t kill me!” Nathaniel screamed. “It won’t! I’m more powerful than this stupid…whatever it is…ugh! It’ll run out of energy. But Kaneda…stop it, ow! Stop it now and I’ll knock you out before absorbing you!”

“That’s not supposed to kill you,” Kaneda said, bitterly, finding the handle of the knife.

He pulled it out and awkwardly began to crawl with his knees and arm. Apparently, Nathaniel must have seen it. It was impressive that he could look away from the sattelite’s laser. Kaneda knew that a gigantic beam of concentrated light, boasting of at least teen feet worth of width, was bearing down right above Nathaniel. Kaneda could feel the heat and white light filled all of his vision, unfocused as it was.

“What are you doing? Kaneda, no!”

Crying, Kaneda followed his friend’s voice. Heading towards him. Even Nathaniel would be unable to use his power against him, when defending against that massive beam.

“Kaneda, we’re friends! Maybe…maybe I am a monster, but what’s the point now?! Everything’s dead. Everyone’s gone!”

“I’m not here to save humanity,” Kaneda said, as he struggled towards him. He felt and found Nathaniel’s foot. “I’m here to save the world. With you gone, it’ll heal and birth life again. New fauna. New humanity, maybe, with enough time.”

Moaning with effort, Kaneda knelt, and felt with his closed hand for Nathaniel’s sides. He was shivering. Trembling beyond belief. Whether that was fear or effort, Kaneda didn’t know.

“Otherwise, you will kill it. Thoroughly and completely.”

“We don’t have to die!” Nathaniel yelled. “I’ll eat other things! I won’t eat you! C’mon, we’ll find a way to rebuild, we’ll find a way to go on. Trust me, I can stop. I promise you!”

Grunting, Kaneda placed the tip of the knife on Nathaniel’s back, and his head on his side, to support the stab. His strength had been waning, he would have to use mostly weight to get it through. He pushed with his hand and with his head, but slipped, failing to puncture.


Kaneda felt a single moment of the beam upon them, and that alone seared his entire body, and that of Nathaniel. Their hairs burnt away, and all exposed skin as well. The pain was unbearable but Nathaniel had a survivor’s strength.

“You’ll die, Kaneda! You’ll die!!!”

“Are you a hero, daddy?”

Kaneda scoffed and smiled. He was beyond exhausted. He had spent a hundred and fifty years actively waiting for the opportunity to suffer unspeakable pain. He couldn’t see. He could hardly feel anything with every part of his nervous system painfully protesting.

He remembered Nate saving him from the men scooping them up off the streets. He remembered Nate joking around with him next to a tire on fire. He remembered his wife and his daughter.

“Stop this or you’ll die!”

Kaneda brought the knife back up and placed his head against his friend’s side. His forehead gained a good position on it.

“I love you,” Kaneda said, to no one in particular. To everyone. “I’m sorry.”

He pushed with his head, and pulled with the knife, essentially giving Nate a one-armed hug. Nathaniel gasped in pain, and then a bright light took hold of Kaneda’s entire existence, to the sound of the most painful screeching scream he had ever heard.

After one hundred and fifty plus years, Kaneda went to rest.

And the world was saved.

To Save the World – Part 6

To Save the World – Part 4



The tunnel blew as if suffering a massive explosion, but there was no fire. The only red was from Nathaniel’s crimson cloak, tattered and ragged, and of the blood gushing from his left arm. Or rather, a lack of it.

He screamed at the ground, bending in rage and effort. The voice echoed out in every direction, as if chasing and encircling Kaneda. Amplifying his vision, even while driving away as fast as he could, he saw as the cloak ripped itself apart in a spiral of movement, as if alive. It tied itself around Nathaniel’s stump.

Then, those murderous eyes turned towards him.

Kaneda threw his body to the side, making a hard turn. The next moment, a force blasted past with a speed that put sound to shame. Kaneda drove away, feeling the ground rumble and crack.

In Nathaniel’s path, the ground exploded and the walls of the nearby buildings snapped, but Kaneda was well on his way to another part of the city, at full speed.

God Almighty, Kaneda thought, glancing back duly intimidated, has he gotten stronger? Or have I just forgotten what he’s really capable of?

The screaming didn’t stop, which gave Kaneda the ability to keep track of the rampaging monster that Nathaniel had become. He heard several explosions of concrete, and saw clouds of dust erupting to his side. Nathaniel was flying parallel to him, but on the other side of the buildings lining the road.

Kaneda aimed his gun on top of the arm holding the steering, and threw a few shots, one point five second each. They pierced the buildings to try and hit Nathaniel but apparently missed, each and every one.

Kaneda knew that having successfully dodged the shots, Nate would rush at him, so he pulled back and then hit the brakes, all while turning the bike around.

He landed in the reverse position, pushing the bike against its momentum. Within seconds, he was accelerating in the completely opposite direction, which was good, because a massive wall flew by to intercept his would-be position. Nathaniel came flying right behind.


The wall went on to crash against another building, leaving smoke and debris behind it. Kaneda accelerated back where he had come from, again aiming his light particle gun behind. He pressed the trigger intermitently, one second each, trying to seek a hit.

It was considerably harder to aim like that, but he could correct his aim by glancing at each shot. The first one went wide, the second one made Nathaniel spin to be able to dodge, and the third one forced him to block, which made him slow down.

Yelling, he broke through and dodged the forth one, and the fifth. The sixth hit a barrier again, flashing with light as it dispersed and making Nathaniel yell again in raging frustration.

He thrust forward with his right hand, so Kaneda turned right. He sensed the air to his side flowing like a train was going past, and the ground cracked and shattered in reaction. His bike rocked and threatened to capsize but Kaneda managed to stay level. Immediately, he made a hard turn to change streets.

He heard a wall exploding and instinctually leaned back, throwing the bike to slide across the floor on its side. Above, debris flew past at a remarkable speed, and Nathaniel in its midst. He had cut a straight line through the building.

Yelling himself, Kaneda pulled his body and his bike back into position. The leather on his knee was all but gone, and the skin was stripped away to leave that part of his leg bleeding and essentially raw. Kaneda took the burning with but a slight bite of his lip. He was ready for pain, he was ready for all kinds of pains.

He made a few more turns, trying to give his pursuer the run-around, but now that Nathaniel was intent on barrelling through buildings, Kaneda was starting to run out of town to traverse.

It’s not even worth using the second tunnel, he’ll just blast me with it. So if there’s no step three, I gotta go straight to four.

That meant a serpentine.

Then five and six. And that’ll be it.

He turned left and followed a street, and then turned right as soon as possible. On and on from one end of the town to the other. That made it so he was slower, which encouraged Nathaniel to get ahead of him. Laughing like a maniac, he overcame Kaneda on the other side of a row of buildings. Kaneda still tried to hit him with some shots to sell the idea that he was being overwhelmed.

“Scurrying like a rat!” Nathaniel yelled out, overtaking his position.

The building several feet ahead of him exploded and Kaneda instantly lifted the front of his bike while hopping, placing his feet on the base of the bike.

“I’ll gobble you up like o—WHAT?!”

Kaneda jumped out of the bike, sending it onwards. He was in the air, holding the rifle with both arms for a perfect aim. Without another word, Kaneda pressed the trigger and sent a beam of light striking for Nathaniel’s torso. The bike collided against an invisible force, but the laser hit it right in the power-cell, instantly causing a massive combustion.

Kaneda’s sight went white before a flare of light and a roar of thunderous flames, all of which hid Nathaniel away to the sound of painful screams.

Gravity and momentum pulled at Kaneda but the explosion actually countered most of his kinetic force, stopping him in mid-air. The collision of forces made him let go of the trigger, and then he fell on the floor, tumbling violently.

Kaneda didn’t even lose track of his senses, and every part of the tumble was controlled. The left shoulder popping out of his socket, the scraping and burnt flesh on his back, and his helmet bending and leaving his head. Rolling into a stop, he grunted in pain and quickly reached out to the mines with his working arm. He threw one to the left, one to the right, and one behind him.

After a moment of pause, Nathaniel revealed he was alive.

The below came on from inside the cloud of dust and debris that was the point of contact between the bike and Nathaniel. It was only twenty feet away. Kaneda stepped back, raising the gun with his one good arm, and looked up at the charging monstrosity.

It came flying fast, lunging out of the smoke to catch him.

Kaneda yelled and pressed the trigger, but the beam shot for only a tenth of a second, meeting a barrier right at the tip of the barrel. A flash of light blinded Kaneda and burnt his hands, melting his finger tips and his nails down to the bone.

Kaneda yelled in pain. He hadn’t expected that. A force slammed him against the ground, and a moment later, he felt the burning sensation utterly thrown away.

Quickly, he realized that his right hand had been ripped out of his forearm. Nathaniel had ripped the light gun away so strongly it had taken his hand, which had been half welded into it by the heat of the deflected light beam.

Kaneda really wanted to writhe in pain and yell out with everything he had in his lungs, but he forced himself to grimace instead. He felt his gums buckling under the pressure of his bite, blood filling his lips, but the effort was worth it.

“Wait…” The mad voice whispered, recognition taking over it. “Ka…Kaneda?”

Kaneda opened one of his eyes and looked at Nathaniel. He had expected pain but his right hand was bleeding badly, severed in the worst possible way. Every bit of his nerves was trying to understand what the hell was happening, and their protest made it difficult to think clearly.

Kaneda had to speak, though. He had to speak to Nate.

“Hey Nate,” Kaneda said, through gritted teeth. “Long time no see.”


To Save the World – Part 4

To Save the World – Part 3


Part 3

Kaneda got up and ran. Nathaniel was still a mile away, and yet the building was already shaking. By the time Kaneda reached the ground floor, the rooftop was imploding. He vaulted over a window he had previously broken, straight onto his bike. The engine revved and he was off.

The building collapsed as if in the grasp of an earthquake.

Kaneda crossed two neighborhoods and came upon a road that was a straightshoot to the outside of the town, offering a clear line of sight. Kaneda could see the rust storm, in the long distance, but more importantly, he could see Nate flying in his direction. The bike was stopped, ready to ride, but he brought the gun against his shoulder and aimed forward.

Nathaniel seemed to scream in a violent spasm. The ground ahead began to rupture, shattering in a trail heading straight for Kaneda.

Kaneda pressed the trigger twice, for two one-second beams. The first consumed itself dispersing the invisible force that was on its way to crush him, again in a flash of light, with a small explosion of wind. The second pierced through and onwards, scattering the dust lifted in the wake of that first clash.

The young man in his late twenties stopped in mid-air and yelled out, pushing with his arms. The beam beat against another invisible shield, making Nathaniel wince in painful concentration.

Meanwhile, the bike roared again. Another invisible force pushed out towards Kaneda, but he moved away, driving completely to the side. The road ruptured and broke behind him, the force continuing until it hit a building a few blocks over.

The noise was thunderous with two massive buildings crashing down on top of themselves, and the fight was only getting started.

If Kaneda was able to survive as long as he had to. If not, the Earth was doomed. It was a responsibility that weighed heavily on his shoulders, and it had to. Any less and he would never have agreed to abandon his family.

“I dunno who you are or what you think you’re doing!” Nate’s voice boomed, echoing over the rumbling caused by the collapsing buildings. “But I’m way too hungry for this!”

This is not your friend, Kaneda reminded himself, resisting the urge to talk. There was no talking him down, and if there was, that was a tactic best left for later.

He leaned to the right to handle the tight turn. His bike hiccuped over a rumbling ground to the sound of terrifying destruction chasing him by the heels.

His once friend came charging on, bursting out of a wall of a building.

“Give up now and I won’t crush your every bone to dust before I finally–”

The gun was set upside down over Kaneda’s shoulder, pointing backwards at Nathaniel. It lit up with the light of pure, concentrated solar power. It ejected after crossing a wide variety of amplifying crystals, producing the beam of high intensity white energy that he had been using. With a yell, Nathaniel was forced to stop and disperse it.

“This new weapon of yours doesn’t work! Stop or I’ll make you wish you were never born!!”

Unstoppable telekinetic power. It would be the scariest part of him if it wasn’t for that which kept him alive.

And young, Kaneda added in his mind, as if things weren’t bad enough.

His bike slipped down a level, right into the hollowness of a building half-way burried into the ground. It was one of the halfbaked tunnels he had marked beforehand. While still holding the weapon, he brought a finger and pressed a button. The sides of the bike dropped several disk-shaped mines, shooting them out at the walls and ceiling around him. Around twenty of the tiny things were left behind.

As expected, Nathaniel came flying right after him. The time had arrived to truly depend on the gun’s battery.

Kaneda slid the bike to a perpendicular stop and rested the gun on his free arm, which stayed on the bike.

“I will make it fast!” Nathaniel yelled out, throwing his hands forward in desperate hunger.

The ceilings and walls, as well as the ground, started rupturing as an invisible force charged towards him. It would take out his mines, so Kaneda pressed the trigger.

And held it.

In successive flashes of light, it made it all the way to Nathaniel, at which point he brought the other arm and yelled out in either rage or concentration. Probably  both.

“THIS IS POINTLESS!” He screamed over the noise that was coming from the clash of powers. That of the sun versus his supernatural telekinetic magic.

Screaming, Nathaniel started stepping forward.

“That’s an impressive gun! But it’s gonna run out of ammo! Or I’m gonna reach you! There is no other outcome for this. The only question…” he grunted with effort. Impatience. “Do I kill you without pain, or with a lot of it. Give up! Give yourself up!”

Kaneda awkwardly rose his right foot to the head of the bike, and held it over the button. Nathaniel wouldn’t be able to see it. He wouldn’t be able to see anything with all the explosions of light happening right in front of his face.

“I can sense you,” Nate called out. “I will find you wherever you go. You can’t hide. Can’t run. You can only suffer! Absolutely last chance!”

Kaneda pressed with his heel on the button, and the mines activated. The places around each of them, for a radius of about one meter, imploded, and a momentary burst of sound blasted against Nathaniel. A sonic boom, of the likes that would blow any auditory system, human or otherwise. Kaneda’s helmet shuddered and his visor cracked, even at that distance.

It all blasted into Nathaniel at extremely close range, causing the intended effect.

A momentary lapse of concentration.

The barrier was gone and the beam shot forward, past Nate’s position and onward, stretching down to the horizon. Only then, did Kaneda let go of the trigger. Smoke and debris were blocking his view of what might have happened.

But he didn’t need to see it.

The shriek came on, hurting but very clearly alive. Kaneda turned the bike on, engaging its engines, and ran away before he even saw what damages he had caused.


They had clearly not been enough.


To Save the World – Part 3

To Save the World – Part 1


He couldn’t believe it. It had been a long time since Kaneda had decided he must have died and gone to hell. In fact, surely, what he had heard was just a trick to worsen his punishment. Nothing would actually happen. His body would not wake up.

First, Kaneda felt a tingle. In reflex, he tried to see, but his eyes remained as unresponsive as they had ever been. The sensation must have been a trick, as well. A demon had poked him.

But the tingle devolved into a burning sensation.

His mind hadn’t had nerve responses in decades, perhaps longer, so what happened next apparently short-circuited his senses. Confused, he retreated into the deep dark corner where he had kept himself safe from the hell he had been living in.

And stayed there.

Outside was nothing but light, a piercing, burning light that would surely destroy him should he bask on it. No, he would stay in there and make sure he wouldn’t go mad. He couldn’t go mad, he had a job to do.

Did he? Why couldn’t he go mad? What was he protecting himself for?

“Are you a hero, daddy?”

The door burst open, and the light came in. A ceiling made of suns pierced his mind with pain, and in reaction, Kaneda as if dragged blades across his throat to produce a scream. Reflexively, he turned around and retched, puking only God knows what down at the floor.

My hands, Kaneda thought, with difficulty.

He could feel them. He could taste his teeth, as well, and his terrible breath. He felt around his surroundings for whatever he could touch, sliding his hands across ragged, icy edges. He blinked nervously and, shocked, began to see.

“Oh…God,” he whispered, with a voice yet wresting itself from hibernation. “God almighty, I really am awake.”


Kaneda covered his eyes with his hand, but he still looked around at his surroundings, properly taking stock of them. More cobwebs and critters were slithering around than actual technology, but despite that, it was all powering up. The lights, the noise of electricity, it pushed the insects and other vermin into a hasty, mindless retreat.

Kaneda’s eyes were still squinting, refusing to get used to the light any time soon. His voice seemed to be competing with them for who stayed asleep the longest. His ears seemed to be okay, but then, they had always been.

Kaneda turned his eyes to the screen, trying to read what was on it. It should be the latest message that he had heard. However, they were too blurry. He gasped for air, trying to remember how to breathe. Kaneda couldn’t help but think waking up would have been a lot easier if he had actually been asleep.

“Are you a hero, daddy?”

Kaneda shook his head, trying to get his mind on the present. How many years had passed? How long had he been in stasis, with his brain fully active and awake? With his ears listening in on everything around him?

Of all the things to go wrong, that had been a distant worse.

“Are you a her–“

“Raaah!” Blood once again spat out of his mouth, but he had to. He had expected to live only for a couple of days, as far as he was concerned. He could maybe deal with the guilt then, but that damn error had left him an infinite amount of time to ponder and think about what he had done.

About having left his family to die.

His eyes finally remembered how to read Chinese characters, then. Kaneda confirmed the screen was saying what he had heard.

Spite encouraged Kaneda to wrest control of his faculties. Groaning, he forced his torso to bend over and up. Then he pulled himself out of the stasis bed and fell on the ground. That was a lot more painful than it should have been.

Kaneda drew strength from that.

“Come on…” he whispered, but it sounded so loud to him. “There is…no time…”

He crawled towards a closet that was standing by. Ideally, there would be people there to help him, but the lack of personnel was only one of many catastrophic consequences that had been expected. Kaneda had given them the guarantee that he could administer the adrenaline himself. Better than to trust that to robots.

He grabbed hold of the drawer and pulled it open. He reached inside and felt for needles, finding them quickly. As fast as he could, he brought it over and pierced himself in the chest, pressing with all the strength he could muster, which wasn’t a lot.

Kaneda convulsed, losing his senses once again, but then they came back with a vengeance.

Fine! They seemed to say. Here we are!

The dim light flared even brighter, and the sounds of insects crawling about made themselves noticed. Kaneda reflexively punched at the ground and then got up with a yell.

In a spasm, he moved towards the computer. Blinking, he reminded himself of what the keys on the board meant and quickly pressed three in tandem.


Kaneda closed his eyes, leaking his sadness away now that he could.

That’s… Kaneda made the math. If there was something his brain was more than ready to do, it was to think. “A hundred and fifty…”

His hands closed, and so did his heart. He looked aside and saw the big red button. Beside it was a skeleton hand. Kaneda would likely see the skeletons of the people that had stayed there in case he was only asleep for a few decades. Clearly, they had attempted to escape.

Clearly, what he had heard had not been from his dreams. They had been there, arguing and fighting each other, blaming him most of all. They had tried to disrupt his stasis and failed. They had tried a lot of things and failed. They had died crying, every single one of them.

Maybe, it was their fault that he had woken up while still in stasis. It was hard to know for sure.

Kaneda put aside those worthless, irrelevant questions, and slammed the button down. In response, a whole lot of machinery gained life beyond the walls and what he could see. Kaneda could hear a whole lot of force moving the earth outside the bunker.

Kaneda walked to the brightest spot in the room, a glass chest. It was already opened, with the weapon inside in full display.

“What are the odds this has all been for nothing? That one of the other plans worked out, and I’m about to climb back up into some future world?”

Kaneda snatched the light particle gun. It was the size of a military rifle, but it had a canister that made it feel like a heavy assault machine gun. Handling the weight was all the confirmation Kaneda needed that his physical attributes were all but engaged, having weakened not the slightest bit.

Then he grabbed the three cube-like mines, wondering if the satellite was even in the sky, still. Whether it would respond. Finally, Kaneda grabbed the helmet and the leather gloves. Then he saw the knife, which caused the whole plan to come to his immediate memory. He took it as well, sheathing it in his boot.

He had been put into stasis with the expectation that, once awake, he would immediately leave and head to battle. Kaneda heard the air blowing from a mile away, echoing from above, trailing the tunnels down to him. But he felt nothing inside his combat suit. It suited him tightly, and the leather that made it up left him feeling very little.

Nate would be able to smell Kaneda now. He would be on the way.

Kaneda walked away to grab the solar cycle. As expected, there were two skeletons, long past eroded, lying next to the exit door. But it opened for him.


Kaneda put the helmet on, holding the weapon down with his other hand. He mounted the solar cycle that was waiting for him right past the door, at the beginning of a tunnel that was hopefully still clear of debris.

A leg went over, and he rested the gun on the magnetic grappler that the cycle had on its side. The bike, much like the light particle gun, was fully charged. The difference was that it had probably been fully charged and waiting for well over a century.

His helmet turned on with night vision, and he immediately saw the light at the end of the vast tunnel. It was daytime, so he would soon deactivate it. Kaneda worked the engine of the solar cycle, hearing the perfectly conserved piece of machinery respond like it had only been a day.

“Are you a hero, daddy?”

Kaneda flinched, biting his lip just a little bit.

That was the last time. Kaneda shook his head and knew it for sure. It was not even a question of whether he had any hesitation left in him. Even if that had been the case when he first stepped into the bunker, a decade and a half had thoroughly annihilated it. There was no doubt in him that all the sacrifices had already been made, and were long past reversing.

No. Now, there was only making good on them.

The engine roared, and the wheels skidded against the ground. Kaneda Tsui rode off into battle.

“I’ll try to be, my flower petal,” had been Kaneda’s answer.


To Save the World – Part 1

Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (9)


Chapter 9: Bros before Blood

It was a Friday evening, and they had just finished dinner. It was roughly nine o’ clock when the doorbell rang, which was something that hadn’t ever really happened before.

“Who’s that?” Aiko asked, curious and concerned, due to the late hour.

Nino’s father furrowed his brow, knowingly, and set off towards the door. Nino followed, of course, chasing the little possibility for a situation that would engage his adrenaline.

His father had only to look through the peephole for his face to contort with utter disgust and offense.

“You son of a bitch,” he voiced, venomously, while taking out his phone. He then noticed Nino, and Aiko at the door of the living room. “I’m calling the police. Get up to your room, Nino.”

“What? Why?” Nino asked, instead of obeying. “Who is it?”

“Get up to your room, Nino!” He looked aside, “yes, police? I want to report a break in, he’s outside my door, and I fear for my life.”

His father raised his voice a bit too much at that point, apparently, because that’s what probably alerted to Rivaldo that there were people at the door already.

He just yelled.


Nino didn’t even recognize the voice at first, but once he repeated, Nino reflexively opened the door.


His father closed it immediately, and violently. Nino caught a glimpse of his friend before the door slammed shut. He looked far more grown up than Nino did, and he looked absolutely relieved and happy to see his friend, for what small instant it really was.

It was the very next moment that both Nino and his father noticed the door hadn’t actually shut the whole way through. A crack remained open, Rivaldo had blocked it with his foot.

“Nino, I need your help!”

Nino opened his eyes in shock.

“No!” His father yelled, punching at the door, trying to close it. “We had a deal! Get the off my fu**ing property, NOW!”

A deal? Nino thought, looking over at his father, whose face was already growing red.

“I can’t tell you why, Nino, I can’t tell you for what, but it’s dangerous. I’m in danger. And people might get hurt.”

Aiko yelped from behind as his father blew off a scream. A roar of rage. He opened the door and made to attack Rivaldo, but he stepped back and reached for the back of his pants, intimidated. He didn’t even grab anything, but it seemed like it didn’t matter. Nino’s father was unfair, not stupid, he promptly pulled back and closed shut the door.

He had just wanted to back Rivaldo away.

“Dad, we should hear him out. He looks like he’s in serious trouble,” Nino pleaded, glancing back and forth between the door and his father.

“Yes, trouble he got himself into, no doubt! How many times do I have to tell you, these cockroaches make their own bed, we’re not responsible for when they finally catch on fire!!”

In the past, Nino had often cowed. But in the present, Nino was a grown man who had killed people. Smiling derisively, scoffing, he faced his father.

“He’s not a cockroach, Dad, he’s my best friend!”

His father’s hand squeezed the phone so hard the screen started flickering.

“If he’s your friend, he’d leave you alone.”

“Why?” Nino reacted, squinting his eyes in curiosity. “What’s this deal you made?”

“Everyone, please calm down,” Aiko pleaded from the side, sadly. “You’re…you’re father and son.”

“Are we?” His father asked, slowly and questioningly. “Doesn’t feel like we are. I do everything for this boy, give him everything I have, and he wants none of it, he’s ready to throw it away.”

“It’s not like that, Dad, I just don’t want my friend to die! Not if I can help.”

“The only help you can really give him is to put him in jail,” his father said. “He will drag you down with him otherwise, you’ll become just another rat, fighting for supremacy of the gutters in this damned country.”

“Dad, geez,” Nino reacted, sneering, “please calm down. I just want to hear him out. I’m a grown man, aren’t I?”

His father flinched, taken aback.

“What?” He asked. The screen on his mobile cracked beneath the pressure of his grip.

Nino found he was no longer afraid of the man. Why had he ever been? He could not beat him in a fight, nor would he try, really. He smiled, trying to keep the situation light.

“I’m past eighteen, you should trust I know what I’m doing. Let me hear him out and don’t call the police, c’mon. I don’t mind discussing it with y–”

“Hear me out first, then,” his father said, or rather demanded. “You leave with him, you take whatever you want from this house with you, because you will never come back.”

Nino lost his smile for a moment there, surprised by the escalation of the situation. His mother cringed from the doorway, bringing a hand to her mouth. Probably because, being someone who actually really socialized with Nino, she knew how headstrong he had gotten in the recent years.

To his credit, his father’s contempt had taken him to tears. He wasn’t crying out of helplessness or sadness, but still, tears were making down his reddened cheeks. Nearly steaming from their heat.

“You change your name,” his father continued, “You forget about me, and you forget about your mother. No matter how much I care about you, son…” his father choked on the word, clearly having a hard time saying what he was saying. “I-I will not abide, protect, or in any way support a criminal like Rivaldo.”

“Dad,” Nino pleaded.

“Like you,” he added, and that really did it.

Nino noticed how his father was looking at him, and finally realized how he was seen. He glanced aside at his mother, who was crying, so very not used to that level of dramatics.

One point of view would be that Rivaldo had caused that household to reach that situation. To break apart in that manner. Another point of view was that Nino was responsible. That was how Nino saw it.

If Rivaldo wasn’t around, if he hadn’t been involved in what he was two years past, and now, then maybe their house wouldn’t have broken down, sure. But Nino would still be Nino, and he cared a lot more about people than he did the law.

That was just the truth in his heart.

Nino cracked a helpless smile.

“I’m sorry, dad. I… will abide, protect, and in every way support the people I care about. That means you guys as well, obviously, but right now, Rivaldo might need me more than you do. That-that’s all.”

His father clenched his eyes and threw the phone at the wall, breaking it, and duly startling Aiko.

“You’re your own man,” he said, poisoned. “It’s your decision.”

At that, his father left the hallway, heading to the stairs.

“Honey, please, we don’t have to–”

He stopped and looked at Aiko, accusingly.

“It’s not your fault,” he said, opposing what his eyes were saying. “However, unless you want to be responsible for your son hurting people…it’s what it is.”

He left at that, walking up the stairs. Aiko lost strength in her legs and sat down on the floor, in disbelief.

Nino sighed, opened the door, told Rivaldo he’d be right out, and then walked back to Aiko, his mother. His smile dropped, her pain was something he couldn’t ignore.

“Mom…I’m sorry about this.”

But at the end of the day, she would still be alive. She would still have her husband, and friends and life. She didn’t need him as much as Rivaldo probably did, coming to his house like that.

The situation had to be deadly serious.

“I just don’t understand,” Aiko complained, weakly, “how did it turn out like this?”

“I dunno,” Nino said sadly. He hugged her as meaningfully as he could, “I wish it hadn’t, if that means anything.”

“How is your father just…allowing you to go…”

“He can’t stop me,” Nino confessed, with a sigh. “It’s…I don’t know, it’s hard to explain, this is something I just need to do. I can’t abandon him, I can’t abandon my friend.”

“But you can abandon your parents?” She said, both angry and sad. Her voice somewhat muffled by the grief.

“I’m not. I would come back if I could but look at you. And did you see dad? Maybe he’s right, maybe it’s for the best, I don’t know. I just…”

He sighed again.

“I just know what I need to do, mom. No matter how much I love you, and how much I’ll miss you,” Nino paused to blink and shed his own tears. It was hard, it was impossibly hard, but going on like he had seemed impossible.

He knew where he had to go. Nino felt it, in the core of his being, what path he wanted to take. That meant turning his back on his father, but more terribly, on his mother. It was hard, but he would do it.

The alternative just felt so much worse.

“I just know what I need to do…”


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Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (9)

Aegis Omega – Keiji’s Journal (11)


It wasn’t an accident. Enough days have gone by, so not only does she have to know what she’s doing, but I even witnessed it. A friend of hers rolled her eyes and said a mean thing, so Rika scolded her!

It feels…great. I never really thought it would feel so weird, or so good. It does feel good, just to say “hey” and have it said back with a smile, like she’s happy to see me.

I find that hard to believe, she doesn’t even know me, why would she be happy to see me?

Everything else is pretty much the same, but with her in my class, it’s also… much better.

It makes me think…like, the difference that one person can make in other people’s lives just by being kind. We really can’t imagine, or at least, most people can’t imagine the impact kindness can have in people’s lives.

I for one, feel that impact.

I worried, initially, that she would pay the price, and share in my infamy, but that isn’t happening. She’s very pretty, she’s always happy and joyful. I think she’s smart too. I think she’s going to be moving a lot of hearts in that school.

I’m scared she already started with mine.


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