Sky's Fall

Chapter 4

T Y L E R

July 28, 2034. That was his end.

Although Tyler'd never really thought about what falling would be like, it was very different then he'd been taught. It was in slow-motion, it seemed. His thoughts were jumbled in his head. Would he regret this? What would he do if the humans recovered, and he was seen as a weakling? He wouldn't be. Certainly not. But what about Ty, Sub, Ethan, and Jason? Would the fuckers end their lives like he had chosen to, or would they live on, possibly lead the rebellion to a further distance and reclaim the land they deserved? He didn't know. But their decision, was their fucking decision to make.

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After dragging Seto through the portal, they got a team of apprentices to close it, so poor Seto didn't need to tire himself out anymore. Tyler was calming civilians, shouting vulgarities at the ones who were protestant. It didn't really help to calm them down, although it did shut them 'the fuck' up.

"Tyler, stop! You're not doing shit!" A laughing Ty called out. Everything was starting to make sense to the civilians, then someone whispered the most crowd-breaking thing this situation could offer.

"Is Seto dead?"

That set the crowd off like a wildfire. Tyler sighed, then jumped onto a rustic pile of wooden crates.

"Shitfaces, I would like for you to calm the fuck down." His words were crude and simple, yet exquisitely effective. No parent covered their children's ears, which didn't surprise Tyler at the least. Most of his supporters were actually kids themselves, so they'd heard it all.

To his surprise, Tyler spotted a walking, not-in-pain Sky, that was heading towards him with a smile. Tyler was shocked, but smiled anyways. Was he hallucinating? He had just seen Sky in an infirmary bed a few days ago.

"Brotato! How nice to seour- fuck!" Sky coughed, then hid it as he chuckled, catching his breath before continuing. "How nice to see you made it out alive! Supplies?" Tyler, shocked as he'd ever been, looked stupefied.

"Oh uh, we almost lost Seto but the shit we hauled through made it- Fuck!" Tyler winced as he was tackled by his best friend, Kyle. He didn't care though.

"Omg Tyler where the fuck have you been?" Kyle asked, laughing as he hugged a squirming Tyler. Brotato laughed, poking Kyle's face to get him off.
"That's my eye Tyler that fuckin' hurt!"

"Yeah well that's my body, that fucking hurt!" Tyler spat back in his grumpy yet joking way. "I'd be a lot happier with you shitbags if you'd get off my fucking ass." Tyler continued, his scratchy voice making the courtyard laugh. Kyle sighed, reluctantly stealing a glance at his surroundings, then he shouted something.

"Who here votes for me to stay on Tyler's fucking lap?" Came the smug words from Kyle's mouth. Hands shot up everywhere, producing a smile on Tyler's captor's face. This also made Tyler display a sigh.

"So when are you going to fucking get off again?" Tyler asked, tapping his chin.

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Kyle and Tyler strolled along the alleys and streets that had turned themselves into marketplaces, picking up the good with ration cards they received, chatting and smiling as they conversed.

"Weird shit this is," Tyler said, tossing a starfruit in the air and catching it. "I mean it's a fruit shaped like a fucking star, how the hell does that even work?" Brotato made his friend spit out his drink of water before laughing like an idiot.

"It can be what it wants to be Tyler stop crushing it's dreams!" Kyle replied through mouthful of water.

"I'm trying Kyle! It's just so fucking weird!" Came the vulgar reply that was almost expected. "Anyway, how did Sky even get up? No one's expected to live through that, much less recover in less then a month." Tyler sounded as interested as a cat would be to it's owner, but was quite fascinated.