Alexander and I: 07 Ghost

Ch.2

As I walked outside, I noticed that there was no one in sight. The bell tolled. There was no one out, at the busiest time of day.

It was unnaturally quiet, and the hairs on my right arm stood up, almost vertical. I was the only one around, in sight.

I stood, in an open plaza, before hearing 10, hmm.... maybe 12 hawkzile motors reverberate through the sky, powered by zaiphon.
Just as I heard them, the first hawkzile appeared in front of me.

It touched down, and a little human with pink back braided hair jumped out of the passenger seat. Behind her, nine more touched down into the plaza.

I hid my presence. There was no way to beat them all, unless.....

"Well, consider this my farewell gift to captain Miroko." I told the group of people in front of me. In front of them all was a white-haired officer with purple coloured eyes. He wore a military cap, and he looked me up and down.

"I don't see the problem, he doesn't seem like a threat, Aya-tan." A man with a smile and dark sunglasses peered down at me from said Aya-tan's side. His finger ran up and down the top of his katana.

My eyebrows lifed, a smirk on my face. I completed hiding my presence without them noticing. They were too busy noticing how small I was.

Aya, or whatever his name was, didn't miss a beat. Emotionlessly, he ordered a boy with blonde hair, and a small smile.
"Konastsu, take care of him so we can go back to base." He sat down on the hood of the hawkzile.

I smirked, "I do like it when people try to take care of me. Please try." I put my fingers on my chin, watching the blonde from afar, as he pulled out a sword and stood. Silently, we watched each other.

He blinked, and I saw my chance. A millisecond was all I needed.

After I dissapeared, Konastsu blinked, looking around wildly. A ring of my dark red zaiphon appeared around his neck. He stepped back, gasping in surprise.

I closed my fist. No empathy. Rule #5.

It should have killed him, he should have been decapitated, and I looked in surprise as mr.sunglasses came, pulling Konastsu free, just as I was about to kill him.

I smiled my sadistic smile. "Not bad."

Aya-tan's eyes widened the slightest millimeter. 'He' had been fully prepared to kill Konastsu. Even better, Hyuuga was upset.

Hyuuga gave Aya a closed eye smile, stepping forward. "Aya-tan. Can I take care of this THING?" He put the stress on the word thing, and memories started floating up, ones I had suppressed for a decade.

"Get out, monster." It was an old woman, the same one I had killed, in the fifth district.
"How many more people will you kill?" Her voice was riddled with disgust "get out, you monster."
Around us was an arena of bodies, all bloody, some still crackling with electricity.
"You killed them, all of them, you took their souls. You're not human! A human would feel remorse."

There was a pause, and I looked up, both my hands covered in layers of fresh blood.

Be quiet old woman. Crack.

She was silent.

It was true, I was a monster. Less than human. I was an object.

De-humanized.

Suddenly I came back to earth, Hyuuga giving me a carefree smile. He ran at me, smiling, his sword attempting to dig into my shoulder.

I made a split-second plan, and he sailed past me. But he was wearing a smirk.
I caught sight of some zaiphon circling his back. I couldn't attack him without blowing us both up.

Oh well, it was time to go anyways.

I ran forward, climbing into one of the outlying hawkziles. I bent some condensed zaiphon into the machine. It flew up as if I ahead been thrown up by an invisible hand.

The hawkzile streamed through the sky, faster than the legal limit, and the transporter was close to falling apart. Meanwhile, Ayanami and the black hawks all boarded thier hawkziles, taking a flight in unison, Konastsu sitting behind Hyuuga.

Their ships streamed across the sky, leaving black trails behind them.
Ayanami's hawkzile blocked my path, and I dropped, almost a dive. As I planned, Ayanami followed me. As he prepared to shoot a stream of zaiphon at me, I pulled out of the dive, as he spiraled downwards, moving slower because his hawkzile wasn't getting as much zaiphon as it had before.

It saved me 10 minutes, and my life.

I streamed now, a few hours of cat and mouse really did that. The hawkzile was really falling apart. The machine was close to giving way. As I heard Ayanami's ship crash, I felt the hawkzile slow slightly.

As if it had slowed down.

"Hello, Hertz." the voice chilled me to the bone, making me stop in shock, my zaiphon fluctuating.

Behind me stood Ayanami, a ring of zaiphon that read 'kill' wrapped around my neck. My breath came out in ragged groups, as his hand rested on my shoulder.

My pupils dialated, and in my shock, I turned, my hands still operating the controls behind my back, keeping us airborne.

He took his glove off with his teeth, placing it on my forehead. My hands shook, and he beamed energy, something other than zaiphon into my head, and my hands finally fell from the controls. I kneeled, falling in front of him.

He pushed me onto the edge of the hawkzile, his boot on the side of my face. "You'll survive. Don't die on me now."

He slowly pushed me onto the edge, taking my arm. Another jolt of zaiphon pressed into my vein. I fought it off, and Ayanami's scowl deepened.

He held me over the edge.

Suddenly, something jolted through me, and I was calm. I held Ayanami's wrist. If I fall, he falls too. He stiffened at my suddenly calm demeanor.

Then, I felt something familiar, a darkness I couldn't place. I looked down at the ground, I could survive. My head cocked. I smirked.

It was a silly idea, but it was my only hope now. Just play the part.

I needed a distraction

"Hey, Ayanami, do you believe in Verloren?"

Suddenly, the hand that was the only thing keeping me from falling loosened slightly, and I pushed myself away.