Wolfdanes' Mask (2)

Chapter 7: Rescind as our Porcelain Guardians fall

Under-Light was enclosed by smoke, the walls that protected its' citizens and neighbors were no longer able to do their duty. The Guardians' of Under-Light and Under-Niji were nowhere to found, the Wolfdane's name was thrown aside as mayhem spread through the two towns' in matters' of seconds. The citizens of both Under-Light and Under-Niji were forced out of their homes, and into the unknown. Unguarded by their beloved Guardians', they were defenseless, and open for the Demons and Creature's that didn't have any sanity left within them, as a feast.

No Guardians, no Wolfdanes'. No walls. No protection. No sanction, for anyone or thing.

What had happened moments ago was just a matter of a small infiltration, on both sides of Under-Lights' own guarded gates. The small infiltrations' made their way easily into Under-Light, and at the Wolfdane's most vulnerable time at that. Neither West nor East walls was prepared for the collateral damages they had suffered. The ones who had been guarding the two gates were in their own turmoil as they were still grieving for their lost.

"It's not your fault, U.C. . . You have to stop this... It was inevitable, and bound to happen sometime," a light tan hand raised U.C.'s face.

A pale face that was stained with dirt and grime, and tear stained. A bruise here and there could be seen on the teenage boys' face, along with some actual breakage of the skin. But that didn't stop the teenager from slamming his bare hands into the ground once more. In utter irritation, the boy growled at nothing, and swung the caring hand away. He didn't want any condolences, he just wanted exact revenge for whoever and whatever decided to make their way into his new home and destroy it.

Under his watch at that.

Clenching his teeth, U.C. slowly stood up from the rubble that laid on top of a young child. He remembered the cold feeling of the child's life slipping from his own fingertips. He remembered humming a song he preferred not to remember to the dying child. With the last of its breath giving out, U.C. continued to watch the sleeping child. Memories and thoughts that he wished wouldn't surface to the now ugly world he was surrounded by, swarm his cold and empty mind.

Under-Light was a total mess, and U.C. didn't even know if the other Demon Guardians were alive, or if the Wolfdane Brothers were alive as well. No sign from any side of the gated areas where they should've been posted, gave U.C. an ill thought. Shaking his snow colored head of dust that filled the air, U.C. gathered his thoughts quickly and reassessed himself.

He glanced a small peek at his friend, and partner who had insisted on helping with the gate that day, looking pitiful at the town he would always tell him about. Now in ruins. The teenager didn't have many days to get a whole tour on Under-Light or Under-Niji for that matter. He didn't get to see what U.C. got to see, or experience how to actually live his own life, and not be tied down by the Government or the Program.

Speaking of which, U.C. glanced around his surroundings. Trying to remember where he saw those forsaken goggles Program Syncers' always wore. He recalled that he had knocked a pair of dark red colored ones off a Syncer's head earlier. But he did get a good look of the Syncer's face and swore that if he ever saw him again, he would make the teenage boy pay for what he had done to his home.

"U.C., C4 is that you!?"

"I can't believe you're still alive!"

"How's the damage over here?"

"Did you catch any of the bastards who did this?"

U.C.'s vision became blurry, and his head swam from the sudden questions the Wolfdane boys clobbered him with.  He could see red lining his vision, and he felt that he wouldn't be able to handle anything anymore. Head dropped down, U.C. felt something wet trickle on his cheeks, touching his face, and U.C. brought his hands to his darkening vision. Confused, U.C. glanced up at to see the brother's staring at him with their own confusion plastered on their faces.