HM 2 - Fly

Sorry for the wait, without any further delay...

Chapter 2 - Landing Odin!

Abraham Parker slowly crouched down on his light blue jeans and took aim at the dark dressed youth. Sweat ran down his face as he took further aim with that greenish-grey 'bazooka'. He pulled the trigger and-

Boom!

The energy released from the metallic cylinder knocked the man backwards onto his hide. He struggled to keep both of his eyes open. He had to make sure that he didn't make a mistake. Who knows what the consequences for failure are, especially if victory creates a promotion, he thought to himself. Every move and every breath was deceitfully calculated; perfection was the key to success. Nobody, nobody could match him when he really put his mind to it. Abraham tilted his head to get a clear view of the target through the thick clouds surrounding his head.

The dark dressed teen slowly turned. The wretched gaze on the face of his targets met his. Oh no, he thought, as he hoisted his weight high and jumped up. He just barely avoided the projectile...well, so he thought. In reality, the missile rammed his gut. Pain overcame his entire being. He felt himself slipping away from consciousness. Within a second, just a second, the stranger's fate was cast in stone. Smoke flared from the assassin's gun. A single flare erupted from the rocket, signalling its activation with a colourful blast of light. The youth was now several feet in the air, skidding into the deep darkness of the shadows of the twilight moon.

"That's it?" the assassin muttered. He sighed. "I shall be taking my leave." He was somewhat disgusted at the lack of fight from his enemy, who hardly seemed to try to dodge the blast. Not that many people would survive a blast of that power, anyway. It would have been nice to see him try, though.

Everyone in the room was shocked at how easily and cleanly the powerful youth was eliminated. Needless to say, now was definitely not the time to be celebrating.

But the game wasn't over yet.

Jaden stood on the steps and silently watched his new 'partner' execute their primary target. Their original mission was to kidnap the musician and use her as bait for the one known as Clicker to their agency, an illusionist, then eliminate both, as they were a risk to international security. He happily obliged. With his body ablaze, he lunged at the mournful and sobbing Adelle, to exterminate her and save the world.

All in a single breath.

X-x

Silvy had problems of her own. She was seen, her colleagues were nowhere to be found, and oh yeah! She had a Shadow hound snapping at her just inches away from her face. Her curiosity has gotten her into pretty weird situations and usually ended up in close calls. Like that time she stole a few Tabbot House furniture pieces and somehow ended up in a full-fledged police chase.

However, never in her life had she ever had an easier time getting her hands on an artefact. It caused a lot of trouble though. Police, she can handle, paranoid citizens, sure, but dogs that are impossible to kill?

That's a completely different ball game.

She was currently lying on her back, legs wrapped firmly around the dog's neck. It was about the size of a doberman, but was frighteningly overbuilt with muscles that rivalled that of a muscle man's.

And she could not defend herself. Her trusty whip had been eaten, that's right, eaten, by this monster with nothing but a few strands stringing out its jaw. She was tiring fast. What could she do?

"Think, Lauren, think..." she told herself. Then she remembered her portable grenade...

The item was about the size of a watch. It had a unique activation requirement: it was activated with DNA. The more of her DNA used to activate it, the more powerful the blast.

She carefully forced her free hand down her black pants pocket and drew out the invaluable and hopefully life saving item. She slowly brushed it over her arm, the only place on her body with a lack of live DNA that could sill activate her explosive friend. Then she heard it: the soft toned BEEP. Thirteen decibels. That signified a two meter blast radius. She smirked and stuffed the device into the monster's mouth, carefully and quickly.

The Shadow hound shuddered violently. Yes! It was working!

...Then it spat it out, hitting the grenade hard against the lady's face. Yuck, she thought, no, this isn't happening. You are NOT going to win, especially when I have just ten seconds until activation...

Thinking quick for just a moment's reprieve, she stabbed the hound with the butt of the whip and hoped for its diamond edge to prove its worth. The hound squealed in pain and faulted its footing for less than a second, but that second was more than enough time for the thief to slip out of its mangled grasp.

Nine...

She flipped up and kicked it in the face with an agitated axe kick, though it was not as powerful as intended. She snatched the whip back from the struggling beast and gave a last gaze of pity.

Eight...

She stabbed it back. However, this time, she dug it into the hound's ribcage and wedged it.

Seven...

She glared up, yet couldn't believe what her eyes were slowly telegraphing: the beast, though tired and groggy, positioned itself into what seemed to be a mid-leap towards her back; the quadruped slipping from vision, almost drawn to the raging war below, leaving the explosive flying toward her.

Six...

"Oh no!" The logical side of her mind seemed to have woken. That means that my grenade will kill me! It is indirect suicide and there is still 5 seconds left until it blows!'

X-x

Adelle seemed to be in deep prayer, hoping, no, begging the gods for the safety and security of the one she had once held so dear. "Please, I beg you, as the Goddess of Death, that his soul be saved from an eternal suffering, at least until I can tell him the truth..." Tears showered down her face. She stumbled through an unbearable emotional trance, but even through her hurt, the flaming foe was still knocking on her door, taunting his superiority over all around him.

"What happened to the big girl that was just here? Did she become a whittle baby?" The imposing flame head teen mocked, rubbing his nails on his red jacket to shoot his ego a little higher up the scale. Cocky, aggressive and quickly becoming impatient, his unwilling 'mark' refused move or face him for the closing fight.

"Time to join your boyfriend! Ha Ha Ha!" His manic laughter grew tenfold as it echoed off the marble halls and ricochet into the ears of the prey.

"Please don't attack me, I don't know what would happen, I can't control-"

BOOM!

Adelle's pleading sobs were overshadowed as Jaden blew out the ground around the glum Goddess who just sat, unmoving. With another loud blast Scythe's dark jacket raised her limp body high and unleashed darkness tendrils from beneath itself that spat and shot around the room grabbing anything in range.

The flames faded as he screamed and shouted, attempting everything to remove himself from the grasp of 'emo chick'. "Let go! I said, let go, you evil little witch!" He barked as he freed an arm and started to toss tiny embers at the dead eyed mage.

X-x

Hugh seemed to have skipped the waging war around himself as he slowly watched where his 'boss' had once been. His eyes beckoned forward attempting to remove his gaze at what was and to where could he have ended up. He traced his eyes from the initial splatter point and dragged them further to the bloodied floor. Scrapes, blood stains, torn skin and clothing littered towards the darkness of night. He slowly and fearfully approached to where he should have ended up.

The darkness seemed to be drawn into light towards the levitating French woman. Slowly and roughly, the shadow was torn as a light thin and weak fabric, lifting as gracefully as feather then darted towards the growing jacket of night.

Suddenly, the shade was ripped off again. A limp body was slowly illuminated. His face depicted joy, then regret. Regret that he did nothing to help his friend and avoid this empty fate...

X-x

Silvy's quick thinking saved her life from the beast, but her new concern was the portable grenade flying at her chest. "I know!" she happily said to herself as she sidestepped the bomb. She looked behind her as she watched the bomb fall over the ledge and started doing a little happy dance at her well deserved victory.

"I think you dropped this." the thief's jaw dropped considerably low when she saw an innocent looking blonde girl with the grenade between two of her fingers. Still gawking at the sight of the portable device, focused her eyes at the LCD monitor, what she saw brought her eyes glassy and made her legs limp, the screen shouted an inconvenient truth:

Two seconds to detonation.

X-x

Abaker stopped in his tracks on is way out; something wasn't right about these freaks. He forced his tech goggles onto his face and turned around. Pressing a few knobs and buttons to configure the device he turned his attention to the corner of the room; in the darkness, where the illusionist was lying. Zooming slowly past the dominating body of Hugh, he stared at the fallen child. Realization had hit him harder than the floor he was sweating on. A miscalculation on his part had meant his possible early retirement. The kid was alive and playing possum or that was an illusion and the looming presence behind him was his ticket down a few ranks...maybe six feet.

X-x

2 years later-

I was still trying to catch my bearings as my newly shot focus from my latest vision from the past faded slightly. "When do we land this hunka metal?" a shaky, gruff voice asked the coronel, that voice recognisable, that voice was mine, the flashback was a little harder than I had expected. The response granted to me was unexpectedly a hearty laugh from the scarred man.

"Land? No boy, we never land Odin, he has no landing gear. We jump out and hope we reach camp by nightfall. Go North West -that's all I'm allowed to say. Good luck to you all." He ended with a laugh as joyful as when he started. I must have lost my insanity because I jumped out of the aircraft right after the large man -and did so with a smile.

A/N Phew, this was a tough chapter to write, then shorten so that I didn't give away too much info too early… Hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Any O.C's that I may have left out will be introduced, and may I ask that if you do wish to send an O.C., that you do so on the reviews page, because I cannot account for too many of those that are send via review.

First I must say how wonderful my beta is- She also change the template and main concerntration of the plot and gave me an opportunity to change the ending. Thank you Tyltalis for the awesome work you have done to this story; thank you to Korona Karyuudo, Sand Rat, Sukauto Doragon, Windy Rain, 3rdbase101, slayerboy929 and Netbug009 for the wonderful reviews and O.C.s that help me write this story this story.

This won't be written episodic (you know, with the long drawn out confusing plot), but rather as an action movie (working towards the end to show the true purpose of what the bad guys plan is), because it is meant to be the first in a Saga type story with a few cause and effect scenarios (not directly connected plot or characters). This is not meant to be much longer than a dozen chapters so I can continue the main story without recycling many characters. The full 'program' is on my profile.

I created a new concept for character progression, the first chapter and the faded World Cup gave me the idea. I will give new weapons or abilities (it's an option, just choose w for weapon. Etc. to anyone who gives answers to basic questions, write or wrong doesn't really matter, because either way you get the upgrade.

I'll make it very easy seeing as though this is the pallet. You only need to answer one:

What does eish mean?

What does lekker mean?

And lastly, have you ever seen the wonderfully funny stage production Joe Barber? Even if it was only on Youtube…

Ps. if you don't like this system just tell me that you prefer the original quirky character progression system/ method.

Silver.

I cannot wait for rAge! I heard that they'll have the 3DS on show!