It hd been almost two weeks since Lucas and Jacob had fled the Compound. They were on their way to Mecha City, the mechanical center of the world. If you needed the latest and greatest tech, weapons, or spare parts, then Mecha city was the place to go. Seeing as the Director had told the to go to the "Isle of Steel" the pair decided Mecha City was their best bet for information.
"Hey Whiskers, how much longer till we get there?" Lucas asked sighing. He thought the trip had been to quiet and he was rapidly losing interest.
"Maybe another day. But we might want to rest for the night, it's getting late." Jacob replied with a slight yawn. Unlike his feline companion, he had much more patience and was enjoying the tranquil scenery.
"Ugh... fine, we'll stop here for the night." Lucas grumbled, voicing his obvious displeasure with delaying their journey any further.
"Don't be like that, tomorrow we'll get-" Jacob froze. His hyper hearing had detected someone approaching them. "Lucas... someone is coming..." Jacob whispered.
Lucas immediately assumed a defensive position in front of his friend. Lucas may have been a powerhouse, but Jacob had virtually no fighting ability.
"I gotcha Whiskers." Lucas assured Jacob. Jacob was like his little brother, and NOTHING was going to hurt him.
A cloaked and masked figure stepped into the moonlight. Several moments of silence passed before the figure spoke up.
"Jacob Whiskers and Lucas Weaver... You are sentenced to immediate termination. I, Agent Jabinator, shall be your executioner. Please do not struggle, this is the end for you." Jabinator said while slowly drawing a katana from its holster on his side.
"Hmmm, lay down and die, or fight back? I choose... FIGHT!" Lucas snarled. Lucas lunged at Jabinator with killer intent.
Jabinator laughed cruelly and dodged the lunge, following up with a brutal roundhouse kick. "You have no chance abomination!" Jabinator sneered and began delivering a flurry of blows with his katana against Lucas.
Lucas was begining to look like a fillet. He managed to dodge just a few blows, but it was becoming more and more evident that Lucas was losing to the assassin's blade.
"I... I w-won't.... surrender!" Lucas shoted defiantly. In a moment of what He would later call "the greatest stroke of luck ever" Lucas landed a hit hard enough to knock Jabinator's katana out of his hands and send it flying a few yards away.
Jabinator's eyes blazed with fury. "You dare?! You dare defy you destiny?! You will die by my hands! I will eradicate your filthy existences! I will-" Jabinator was cut off in the middle of his rant. Literally.
As he coughed up blood, Jabinator looked down and was shocked to see the blade of his own katana jutting out his chest. Right where his heart was. Ouch... That might have beem his last thought.
And the one still clutching the handle of the sword? None other than Jacob. Jacob, the timid, scared-by-his-own-shadow, scrawny one.
Lucas was relieved and stunned. He didn't think Jacob had any killer instinct in him. "Whiskers... That... Was... AMAZING!!!" He laughed, celebrating his saving and Jacob's victory.
Jacob on the other hand... Toatal. Freak out. He was hyperventallating. Murder was NOT his style.
"OH GD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!!!!" Jacob screamed running around in circles while wildly waving his arms in panic. "I KILLED HIM!!!!!!!"
Lucas blanched. Jacob forgot he was still clutching the katana in a death grip. And almost taking his head off with each swing. Lucas liked his head, even more when it wasn't severed from his neck.
"Whiskers! Put down the sword!" Lucas yelled at his panicing pal.
"S-sword?" Jacob repeated shakingly. He looked at the sword in his hands. One look at the blood still coating it and Jacob dropped like a rock.
"Well... He calmed down." Lucas mused. Lucas slumped down against a tree. The blood loss was getting to him. He was fading and slipping in and out of conciousness.
Just before he finally passed out, Lucas caught a glimpse of someone approaching him and another figure lifting Jacob onto their shoulders.
"Back to the lair. These two are almost dead..."
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Dedicated to Jaby. You know you're my buddy you heartless egomaniacal murderer you! ^_^
Who else could totally see Jab doing this? Especially that rant!
Anyways, read and comment, any suggestions, thoughts, or if you want to know if you can be a character, just comment about it.
