The fall of the Golden Pheonix

Arena

Dylan walks over to the other arena after watching his brother fight. He walks hand in hand with Laura to keep up the charade that they’re in a relationship. Dylan was really nervous about it, which actually went over well, they look as if they were a new couple. Laura was acting really well. She always did get into her missions wholeheartedly, but this time it hurt Dylan. He actually liked this girl, and she was only acting, at least, he thought she was. He knew there was something in her for him, but that Ichika guy took her heart away from him. To be more straightforward, Dylan was jealous. His brother got the girl he loved, why can’t Dylan? Did he even have a chance? Ichika was so much more in her eyes, how could he do that?

They reach the hangar and Dylan quickly got out of Lauras grip and walked away, balled fists at his sides. “Is everything okay Dylan?” She asks.

“Not really.” he snaps, turning his back to her. “Listen, I know you like Ichika, don’t deny it, you know denial doesn’t work with me, but I have something that needs to be said. I had been at that place my entire life, when I should’ve been home, do you have any idea how hard it is to be away from your family and think that they just forgot about you?”

“No, not really.” Laura looks down.

“Well it hurts, a whole lot. But I got through it because of one thing, would you like to know what that one thing was?” He turns his head around to look at her.

“Hope?” She replies.

“No!” He turns around. “I got through it because of you! Beautiful, strong, dense,” he puts emphasis on that word, “resilient you. You teaching me things about this little project-” he raises his arm “-made my day worth it. I could get through it all, as long as you were there. I love you, Laura. You made me confident, practically everything I know is from you, you make me who I am everyday, I live because everyday I can’t stand the thought of not seeing you. That’s what’s wrong. It’s been too long for me to not say anything, and I can’t take you acting like you’re my girlfriend, that hurts more than when my arm was cut off.”

“I-I…” Laura looks at Dylan, shocked.

“No, not yet, don’t answer yet, think about it first.” Dylan sighs, slightly relieved but also worried. “Wish me luck, okay?”

“Ich liebe dich.” She nods her head and hugs him.

“Alright…” He shakes his head, not understanding what it meant, but believing that she had heeded his request.

“If only he knew german…” She thought to herself.

“Everyone! Please welcome the second Rookie debuting today, Dylan Wheeler and his Poison Hades!” Jacob yells. Dylan raises his fist into the air and then crosses his arms after. “And everyones favorite little dominatrix, it’s Sickle!” Smith points towards the opposite end of the field, where a girl stands and looks over towards Dylan with a sidelong glance and grins.

Dylan already hates this girl.

Her pose just screamed cockiness. She looked at him through her peripherals, her hands on her hips, and a taunting grin on her face. She lifted up her hand and made the motion for him to come closer, made her IS appear, and pulled out her scythe and a large hammer. The scythe glowed a dark crimson, and the hammer pulsed a brilliant yellow. Dylan couldn’t help but hate her. “Alright, she seems to be full of herself, I can use that to my advantage.”

“Hey! You! Did you really think it’d be a good idea to come here for your first tournament?” Sickle laughed.

“Yes, yes I do believe this would be a good idea. I have my reasons, and those reasons will not be shared with you.” Dylan looks at her calmly yet demeaningly.