Sky's Fall

Chapter 5

E T H A N

Sub, how am I supposed to continue without you? You've asked me countless times not to worry, not to care, to live my life. But you were everything to me, and I don't know where you are. I don't know if you're alive, injured, or dead. How can I stay strong without you? Did you ever even know how much I really cared?

Thoughts like this raced through Ethan's head as he tried to reach for Sub, but his familiar warmth wasn't there. He couldn't take it. He stepped up to the edge of the overhang, allowing the wind to blow him over the cliff.

Did you ever feel the same way?

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Ethan raced forward with Sub, a crowd of about three hundred following them. The prankster couldn't help but feel bad for the group of ragtag adults teenagers, but just looked back to Sub and skidded to a halt. A group of five squids blocked their path. Sub nodded to Ethan to say he'd got it, and Ethan led the rest of the group to the armory.

Although he secretly worried, Ethan would never let it show. Ignoring what his heart was telling him, to go and fight by his childhood friend's side, he followed Tyler's instruction, leading the group of adults to the armory, not yet joined by Sub. Ignoring the worry swarming his head, Ethan grabbed the nearest person, a teenager, brown haired pixie cut. She looked pessimistic enough, with her dramatically misplaced cape and kneepads.

'I need you to grab the weapons in the back, as high quality as you can, I'll suit up the people with armor!' He ordered at her through his mind, his higher rank allowing him to do so. She rolled her eyes, crossed her arms then ran to the back of the room, yelling three words as she did.

"You're fucking welcome sir." Ethan sighed, rolling his eyes as he fitted a middle aged man with a chest piece and helmet. Noticing how nervous he looked, Ethan sighed, then clapped him on the shoulder and reassured him of everything. Kneepads girl was back and handing out weapons to everyone.

"Aren't you going to be polite and ask me my fucking name?" The girl asked, obviously disliking Ethan. She was sizing him up, it seemed she was seeing how well she could fill his position. Ethan just rolled his eyes.

'I couldn't give two shits about you fucking name. Just give the people weapons.' Still no Sub. Ethan's heart granted to be out there with his inseparable friend, but he worked with the girl who was pessimistically acting like a proper shit.

"Listen, if you want me to, go out there and- and fight those fucking shitholes, you have to at least ask my god damn name, you goddamn general." The girl sneered, making Ethan cross his arms, taking a deep breath.

'You are the most pessimistic, selfish, overconfident shithead I've ever met. These people are so grateful for the shelter, and fight selflessly to defend it. You? You demand I ask your name for no reason, and you insult me as a superior. So I ask you, what is your God damn worthless shit of a name?' Ethan spat mentally at her, disgusted. She was such an idiot. She deserved whatever battle scars she got.

"It's Syn, but with a "y." You better not fucking say I'm the biggest sin ever created, because those goddamn- goddamn awful squids out there are the worst thing ever created! At least I chose the right side, you pathetic piece of shit general!" She found back, drawing her sword and racing into the battle scene, leaving the safe haven of the armory. Ethan's eyes narrowed in determination to find Sub.

'Sub!' He mentally yelled, racing around frantically, repeating the name in his head until he received an answer. A scratchy, wounded reply. This pushed Ethan to go farther, faster, reaching where he was directed by his instincts. What he found was his worst nightmare.

'They swarmed me... turns out they had extra troops in reserve. I should of known, I'm such an idiot! E-Ethan, I-... Need you help.' Sub's voice stated nonverbally, surprisingly calm despite the giant scrape down his leg. Ethan was obsessing.

'Sub, oh gosh, we have to get to to the infirmary, now!' He was rushing to grab Sub and pull him up to escort him to his destination. He had no resistance when he did pull his lifelong friend up to his foot, his other one lifted in a limp. Sub's green eyes, and that flirtatious, yet confident smirk met with Ethan's gaze.

'Don't you ever worry about me, I'll be fine, I can handle myself.' Sub's words seemed more clam now that he was holding Ethan's hand to steady himself, but Ethan himself wanted it to be something more. Who knew.

'No! You're important to this organization!' Ethan walked forward, taking the whole of Sub's meager weight. His frame was thin, but there was much sleek muscle hiding under his disguise. Taking the rush of the situation into his head, Ethan had a straight path to the infirmary, until a giant support pillar crashed down right in front of him. In Sub's condition, he'd never be able to climb the debris.

Thinking quickly, Ethan tore off his shirt, ripping it in two and dividing it into sections, strategically wrapping Sub's leg without warning, the now shirtless figure slipping his trench coat back on. He saw Sub's face redden. After re-equipping their items, the pair ran as fast as they could out of the alley, Ethan coat hung Sub every time he tripped, running with the injured general. He sure hope that kneepad girl was doing a good job with the people.

He focused on Ethan, racing towards the infirmary, avoiding every unplanned fight they could, taking the long way around. Sub being the strategic one, and Ethan providing the physical power behind his plans, they were an unstoppable team. Their main goad shifted from getting to the infirmary, to defeating the troops they could with Sub's strategy, ending up contributing to a squid free sector five.

As they neared the infirmary, it was clear Sub was getting weak. Ethan escorted him inside, greeted by the fabled healer the Sky Army's medical wing was operated by. She was beautiful, but Ethan's heart was set on someone else. She agreed to heal Sub, getting the job done in a miraculous five minutes, to allow their adventuring to continue. When they were about to leave, she called out and grabbed Sub's arm.

"Wait! I-... I want to fight too. I'm not helpless just because I'm a medic. I don't get why I'm not a field medic, I work so much faster then others- I can't be trapped here because I'm 'pretty' and a nurse." Her expression was nervous, but set. Sub and Ethan nodded, but both were uncertain. They need expected TEH camp's lead healer to want to follow them into battle.

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Thank you guys so much for the OC's, I'm using them, trust me! I just had slots that need to be filled, and I have to set guidelines now. I'm so sorry but certain roles need filling out. ^^;

1- Just comment your OC
There's no need to ask. If you want to see it in here, I'll accept it depending if you've follow the guidelines, okay?

2- If your OC isn't accepted then:
A) it's not an OC, but copied from another character
B) Has too much of a stereotypical/overused attitude, Ex: Shy but really open when she gets to know you. BEEN THERE, DONE THAT. Unique personalities please!
C) No more mutants please, I have them all designed. I don't need random powerhouses that are mutated MineCrafters, I need normal human OC's, not Nekos or Elementals, please~!
D) If I have to alter/change some things about you character, take no offense, please! They're not bad, just don't fit the character roles I leave open for you guys!
E) DON'T make them OP. Self explanatory.

Ohmigosh I'm so sorry I have to be so strict I hate it! From the three examples I see, I like one for it's originality. No names, but the rest aren't as valuable to me as the unique ones, so make your character quirky, or unique in some way if you want a bigger role! ;)

-Galaxy