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Chapter Nineteen: Ferocity of the Wings
The tournament continued onward following the tragic events that took place during the early 2nd round. Chris Procella advanced to the third round after Caleb Prodito failed to return from space, Luscious announced that Caleb retreated back to Earth after his defeat at the hands of Chris Procella, however a select few knew the truth; how Rebel358 killed Caleb in order to protect his own mysterious identity. The days passed and the tournament continued to draw in the undivided attention of the entire world. In the passing days sections ‘B’ through ‘D’ had their respected rounds. During the 3 days that had transpired pilots began to find themselves doubting their commitment to the tournament, this mainly came in the form of Rebel358. His mere presence frightened off more pilots than any other single man in existence. Rebel’s matches were flawless; his opponents unable to even launch a single attack without being torn to pieces in seconds. Adam paid no attention to Rebel ever since he returned from his short lived long awaited encounter with Caleb, after seeing first hand the maliciousness that dwelled inside Rebel358 he knew he needed time to properly train, to get a firm grasp on the new technique that he had kept a secret from everyone else. He failed to watch Mario’s 2nd round match against Penance, but it didn’t make much a difference, Mario succeed and moved onto the 3rd round. As a matter of fact Adam knew little of what was happening in the tournament, how advanced and who lost. His lungs contracted as he took deep breaths, the heat inside the hanger was nearly unbearable, a soaked cloth towel wiped the sweat off his face while he reclined in Blue Dragon’s cockpit. The computer screen was lit displaying the results from the Angel System diagnostic tests he had been running for the past week. The fact was that even with the Angel System there were doubts of how well Adam would fair against Rebel. A light flickered on the side of the cockpit, it wasn’t as luminous as the computer display screen but Adam wasn’t paying attention to the information on the screen. The sound that buzzed from the small television screen only seemed to distract him from his work, but he left it there and on in case of any meaningful developments and also to let him know of the tournaments progress so he wouldn’t miss his match when the time came. “This is Stephanie Star and I am here to give you all an update on the Azure Cup so far! Here is the list of results from the past 3 days!” Adam finally glanced over to the screen as he closed the monitor for the computer. Section ‘B-1’ Mario Phantom Section ‘B-2’ Cherrybomb Carlos Section ‘C-1’ Rebel358 Flux Section ‘C-2’ Vincent Rogue Section ‘D-1’ Ruby Archangel Section ‘C-2’ Pride Greed “Heh, has it already been 3 days? Guess I lost track of time in here….” Adam then paused looking back at the control console for his MF. “It was all worth it though…everything seems to be working perfectly. Looks like I get a chance to try this thing out a lot sooner than I thought.” Adam mumbled to himself. “Yeah, who are you?” “Heh, I’m Anwar Infusco and I’m your opponent for the next match!” Anwar bluttered out while using his thumb to point inward like Adam couldn’t put two and two together. “I see. Well is this important because I’m kind of in the middle of something at the moment.” Adam replied. “I guess it could wait, but we’re scheduled to be up next.” “Already?!” Adam really did manage to lose track of time, he just found out that section ‘E’ was up, but he didn’t realize that he was the first match of the day. After the initial shock subsided he began to smirk, to him it shouldn’t matter when he would have to fight, as long as he could win it didn’t matter. “I see, well then, good luck.” Adam meant it sarcastically, of course he didn’t want Anwar to win, but it just seemed courteous to say something even if you didn’t truly mean it. “Thanks…I’d say the same to you, but I don’t think you’d need it.” Anwar replied jokingly. He had a sense of humor, right off the bat Adam could tell. As Anwar waved back to Adam while heading towards his own MF Adam smirked and closed the cockpit once again. He quickly turned off the laptop unplugging the wires connected to the computer console. He placed the computer behind his seat as he began to buckle his restraints. His right index finger flipped on the switch which turned on the generator, the silent hum of the engine pulsing eased Adam’s nerves, he wasn’t sure how his MF would react to the added strain that he was preparing to apply, he hoped that it wouldn’t cause too much energy drain. As the visor on his helmet slid over his eyes he began to sigh. “(How much more blood needs to be spilled before I can find the true answer….) Sharon ran down the corridors, her hair bundled up in a pony tail flapping through the gusts of wind produced by her running. She was late, extremely late; she was supposed to meet everyone for breakfast around 7 and then head out to the lounge to watch Adam’s match, the time was 7:30. Her nights had become restless, surrealistic dreams plaguing her thoughts. They weren’t specific enough to be meaningful to her, but still it was the same repeated dream each night, surely it had to mean something. Her eyes stared forward but she was not at all focusing on her surroundings, after all there wasn’t much to focus on, just two walls painted in a pallid tone of blue. She hated it when her mind wandered but it was hard not too, the dreams that she had been having were refusing to vanish and only continued to become more specific with each night. It was the same situation, the room was darkened with shadows and two men in lab coats could be seen lingering over her body which appeared to be strapped down. A thin needle always ended the dream sequence as it would head straight for her, each and every time she would jump out of bed at a loss for words, her mouth opened wide but no sound managed to come out. Just then her body collided into one a bus boy for one of the restaurants. As the two collided the force of the contact caused his bin full of dirty dishes tossed aside causing a domino of plates shattering into the ground, the ivory porcelain plates broke into hundreds of sharp dull rigid pieces. Sharon lay on the ground over the boy with her thighs spread apart while the boys’ right knee extended upwards in between her legs. The boy lay on the cold floor while Sharon was awkwardly placed on top of him. Just as she found her bearings her eyes widened in embarrassment and her cheeks began to blush. The boy just stared back at her chuckling, his abstruse turquoise eyes glared into Sharon’s own deep heart filled brown eyes. She quickly shook her head and moved her body off of his, as she slid to the ground next to him the boy smiled and stood up. As he stood at full height he appeared to be about 5’11 with an average build, muscular but not bulky. He brushed the food stains off his shirt as much as he could and then he extended his hand out towards Sharon. Sharon reluctantly took hold of his soft delicate hands and stood up slowly. “I’m so sorry! I…I didn’t see where I was going, you see I’m late to meet up with my friends, and then there are just a lot of things…” The boy began to laugh again. “Whoa whoa, it’s alright. It was an accident, no harm done. Are you ok?” “I umm…yeah…umm..I’m fine…” Sharon began to juggle her words, here she found herself unable to properly articulate her vocabulary. The presence of this boy, she constantly thought of him as a boy because of the title “bus boy” alone, but in fact he was a man. A well structured and in her opinion beautiful man. “I’m sorry, my name is Gabriel.” The young boy announced. “Oh…..” Again Sharon found herself at a loss for words, “I’m Sharon….” “Nice to meet you Sharon, well I should probably get back to work. Hope to see you around.” As Gabriel waved goodbye he slowly winked his eyes, Sharon remained in awe as she stood in a daze staring at Gabriel who slowly walked towards the fallen dishes. “There’s something vaguely familiar about him…” Sharon muttered under her breath. “Sharon! There you are, we’ve been looking for you all morning!” Ashley’s voice ruptured shattering the daze that Sharon was in. “Oh…yeah, sorry about that. I over slept. Did the match start yet?” “Not yet, but it’s about to. Come on, everyone is waiting at the lounge we better hurry.” Both pilots sat at ease once the announcer directed the match to start. They both seemed to feel calm during battle. Anwar wasn’t about to give Adam the chance to end the match quickly, Dark Knight burst out of the starting position heading for Blue Dragon. Adam smirked at the impulsive behavior that his opponent was displaying. “Head on…heh, I like that.” Adam replied. The cerulean flames ignited in the thrusters sending the MF flying straight towards Dark Knight. Just as the two neared Anwar swayed his MF to the left and fired his arm mounted missile launcher without a lock on box. As the missiles zoomed past Blue Dragon Adam began to laugh at the lack of accuracy. “That’s it? You’re kidding, all of that for a failed attack?” “I wouldn’t be so sure!” Anwar screamed. Suddenly the radar began to beep alerting Adam of the missiles now heading straight towards him. “Heat seekers huh….that means you don’t need a lock to fire, you’re free to fire whenever you wish.” Adam mumbled. “Yep!” Anwar screamed. Dark Knight suddenly began to fire the machine gun unleashing hundreds of thin focused beams of energy. Blue Dragon began to fly to the side avoiding the beams of energy while keeping track of the missiles coming up from behind. Adam smiled, he was enjoying himself, Anwar was going to be much more fun than his previous opponent in the first round. Blue Dragon docked the two laser rifles and ignited the energy sabers; the two metallic hands slammed the sabers together creating a dual side energy saber. Blue Dragon quickly turned around and began to boost straight for the torrent of missiles that were on path for a collision. “(What the hell is he doing? He’s completely ignoring me!)” Anwar’s thoughts began to wander as he grabbed onto the throttles. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.” Adam replied smirking. He then flipped on a switch at the side of the console. Instantly the forces inside of the cockpit increased dramatically causing Adam’s body to slam into the chair. As Adam struggled to deal with the pressure that was constantly fighting against him he managed to smile once again “(It works….now I just have to get used to this strain…hehehe)” “Wait, what the hell?!” Anwar screamed as Blue Dragon now hovered directly in front of Dark Knight. It didn’t seem plausible when a few seconds ago Blue Dragon was surrounded by the smoke from his destroyed missiles a few yards away. At speeds that barely anyone could track Blue Dragon sliced through Dark Knight’s right arm causing the singed limb to quiver away from the torso. The intensity of the blow caused the cockpit to rumble violently sending Anwar’s body bouncing from right to left. A sharp pain quickly shot through Adam’s head causing him to falter for a second. The strain was a lot more than he anticipated, he needed to shut it off and that’s just what he did. As the system disengaged Adam began to breathe normally, his blurred vision began to slip into focus. “Well that wasn’t fun. Hmm, I’ll have to adjust the system when I’m done with this.” Adam mumbled. Anwar enraged at the loss of his limb jumped back into an offensive position and fired hundreds more missiles from his launcher. Adam ignored the missiles and sped through the barrage of silos heading straight for Dark Knight. Anwar smirked as he was hoping for Adam to take that course of action. Just then the two elongated cannons began to extend out around the right and left side of Dark Knight while gathering energy particles around the tip of the barrel. Just as Blue Dragon approached the two cannons fired an immense blast of positron energy. The massive blasts began to spiral in space and eventually fused forming one intense beam of massive proportions. Adam knew he couldn’t avoid the attack; his body was too worn out from the brief use of the new system he installed. “Damn it….always the hard way.” Adam mumbled. Blue Dragon quickly detached the two energy sabers and swung down just colliding with the brunt of the energy beam. The arena began to flicker brightly from the collision, sparks of electricity shot out from the edge of the energy sabers and the beam. Adam struggled to keep the stability within his MF. Anwar began to laugh as Dark Knight sped out to the left while Adam remained busy trying to deflect the beam of energy. As Dark Knight approached he launched another volley of missiles. Adam sneered as his peripheral vision caught notice of the newest barrage of attack. “Damn it. I was trying to be nice.” Adam replied. Suddenly the eight wings on Blue Dragon flapped opened wide and the orbital wings abruptly fired off one by one all heading towards Dark Knight. Anwar leaned back into his chair in shock. “So those are the orbital wings….” Anwar mumbled as he watched each wing fire through the missiles causing them to explode. While this was going on the two thigh cannons lifted up and fired two beams of positron energy. The two beams pierced into the front end of Anwar’s beam, with the added force of energy Adam managed to deflect the massive beam away from his MF. Blue Dragon’s thrusters then lit up as the MF flew towards Dark Knight. Just as Dark Knight prepared to move out of the way Blue Dragon sped past slicing through the left arm and then again through the double positron cannon on the torso of Dark Knight. The explosion ruptured through the armor draining Dark Knight of its energy supply. As the eight wings connected back to the back torso of Blue Dragon Adam sighed as he stared at the lifeless MF floating in front of him. Anwar knew he lost, but he didn’t mind he knew he tried his best but in the end his best wasn’t good enough. “(Heh…so you went and modified the Angel System huh. Guess you weren’t satisfied with its performance….you really do want to defeat Rebel now. Heh, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea to let you face him, I might have to make sure that doesn’t happen.)” Stephen began to think to himself. He knew that Adam was becoming consumed with Genesis, and that if he wasn’t careful he might end up losing himself in a quest for vengeance. Adam still had some maturing left to do after all, and Stephen knew this well. “Looks like he’s moving to the next round.” Mario mumbled. “You better not lose in your match.” Stephen began to laugh. “I don’t intend on losing. I’ll be making it to the 3rd round….(I have to…)” “It seems that Adam has moved onto the 3rd round.” Luscious quietly said. Rebel358 stood in the corner of the office with his right leg crossed over his left. “It would seem so.” “We’re getting closer you know. If this keeps up you might actually end up facing Adam in the finals.” “I figured I would be…I have to ask, is it smart leaving the other twin alive. I mean wouldn’t he…” Before Rebel could finish his sentence Luscious quickly cut him off. “Please, I don’t have to explain my actions to you…after all you shouldn’t have to ask, we do think alike.” Rebel smirked as he leaned off the wall and left the room leaving Luscious alone with his glass of Merlot and dozens of paper work.
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