Metanoia

Chapter Two ~ When You Wish Upon A Star, You Get Hell

I did not plan on falling out of the sky.

Things just happened that way.

Let me explain a little bit about what happened before I fell.

I sat alone in my room, holding the camera I had just used to tape myself. It was a serious tape for if I ever died; or something.

I wanted to have something for people to remember me by. So, I made this tape.

I held it in my hands, contemplating whether or not to give it to somebody or keep it in this dark smelly place I called my room. I looked around. The dim red and white Christmas lights that hung around my room just barely lit the place. Mechanical garbage clustered my shelves that hung over my desk with my latest project. A robotic arm for anyone who might need it. Right now it was just an elbow. Nothing really special.

Tools littered the floor. Oil stains had splattered across the wall from all the times I had been frustrated in my work never working. I never throw a temper tantrum unless something is super, seriously wrong. I stood off my bed and placed the camera on my desk. I would deal with it later. Right now I had to stay focused. I had a mission to complete.

Opening the sliding door to the hallway of Beacon's secret tunnels, I made my way to the leader of the rebels. Ten years ago, I had been given up by my parents to my dad's brother - my uncle - Roman. He has kept me safe since I was seven. Now, here I am. Seventeen, and going out to risk my life for those I care about. I will be going into enemy territory. Dragon Claw has been destroying my world, making my life a living-fucking-hell.

Well, now it was time to pay them back for all the kindness they had shown me. They murdered my parents when I was seven. They stole my world from me. THEY KILLED MY SPAGHETTI-BUYING SPACE DUDES! I loved those space dudes...

No. Back on track. You cannot allow yourself to get distracted.

I focused on where I was heading. I had been told about this mission by Uncle Roman. Now it was time for me to answer.

Would I go?

That answer was simple.

Yes.

"We cannot let this continue any longer!" The leader of Beacon, (the name us "rebels" gave to ourselves. We see it as like a beacon of hope, or some other kind of motivational crap like that), shouted, "Dragon Claw poisoned our children, burned our water supply, and murdered our crops!"

"Um, Sir, if I may. They murdered our children, burned our crops, and poisoned the water supply." Said a tall, dark-haired man in a white dress shirt that was partly open, showing of his muscular handsome chest.

This is my Uncle Roman.

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! They must be stopped!"

"Ya know, for once I think I might agree." I threw myself into the conversation, "We should stop Dragon Claw before they burn more of our water supply."

The leader looked at me with a face of pure rage, "Who invited the brat here?"

"Um, this "brat" has a name. And it's Maxwell. Maxwell Anderson." I spoke with a raised eyebrow.

"Max, shut up. Sir, he is here to lead the mission." My Uncle Roman leaned forwards in his chair.

Glad to know he was on my side.

"TH- TH- THIS CHILD IS LEADING A MISSION MEANT FOR ADULTS?" The leader freaked.

"Um, this bratty child still has a name. And it's still Maxwell." I popped back in, rolling my eyes sarcastically.