-Months Later-
Gunshots.
Bombs.
Worst of all, betrayal.
Tord ran down the hall, cigar in his mouth, shooting the CA soldiers.
Where was Tom.
Not at the base of course. Tord didn't know that.
The CA pushed farther and farther into the base. There were too many soldiers.
"Tom?!" Tord shrieked, worried about his lover.
They had better technology than the Red Army. Almost as if they were from 3000 years in the future.
"I need Squadrons 1-15 and Teams 1-5 to over ride the base systems, the rest of you, fight to the death!" A horrifically familiar voice said.
He walked around the corner. Novae. The sarcastic potato chip lover.
He had twin swords, and a holographic screen was over his eyes.
'Tom, can you hear me!' He screamed into his thoughts.
No answer.
"Nice ta see ya Tord." Novae sneered.
The color in his eyes was black, and he stared Tord down.
For once in his life, one time, he was actually scared for his life.
He felt himself transforming, wings and all.
"Someone scared?" Holographic images of Novae appeared around him, all glitching like computer screens. Even the real Novae.
"No! I am not!" His voice shook.
"Oh you will be."
One of the swords was shoved into his shoulder, piercing through his wing as well.
Screams.
Piercing screams.
Sorry for the short chapter! I don't have much time to write today!
