Post by Aaron Hollows on Jan 24, 2016 4:27:35 GMT -5
OOC: This is a one shot from me, with the opportunity for a one shot from "Knuckles" .
He set down his screwdriver.
It had been a long time since he heard from or saw anyone at 552. From the rumors, he knew that it had been turned into some sort of prison for those who caused the city so many problems. So much anguish. He didn’t really know the reasons behind the city government sticking them on the chopping block- perhaps it was to save face. Perhaps it was to save money and protect people. There was no lie- people like Macht and Knuckles, Leon and Felix and yes….even himself, deserved to be punished for the sheer wreckage they cased the people of New York. Even now, he knew, the police were looking for him. Thankfully, it was just him so far as he could tell. Phoebe had left him a short while ago- to try and find their uncle, who had some influence in the federal government. A similar role as what he used to have- but no longer. His friends in the military honorably discharged him while disavowing any critical association. He still had a few favors but wouldn't be using them. Not for this.
Thankfully, the separation between them gave him a massive financial net. He’d removed himself from all mention in their parents will, so all money belonged to Phoebe, the next in line and the police wouldn't freeze it. She used it very rarely- mostly for her travel expenses. The girl was 18 and no longer his concern in the sense of a parent- for him, there was no life in which he could be with them. He had a warrant out for his arrest. People came from time to time, when he got careless, and would try to bring him back. To lock the Iron Lion back behind the walls of District 552. They paid for their hindrances. Not with their lives- but with pain. He offered most the chance to leave but they always drew guns or Tasers and he was forced fight back. So far, it worked out in his favor. The government was not stupid though, and began sending people who were much stronger. The last one was alone, and nearly brought him down. Now, he knew to make far fewer mistakes. The large scar moving up from his left peck and down his left arm reminded him of that.
He wouldn’t lie to himself and pretend he didn’t miss them. Those at 552. Leon. Ira. Felix. Melanie and his flower shop. Phoebe and Allen. Even Macht and those who saw him as an enemy.
Knuckles. Perhaps that boy he regretted most of all. Leaving as a Cyclopes, burning himself into his brain as an enemy forever. Few people could understand that kind of hatred- Aaron did. Aaron crafted that hatred into people’s minds far before 552- when he was overseas. When he was the Tank of Unit 213 and killed countless people in the name of an idea. Knuckles could never understand his reality going into the fight with him. The drive to protect his family and show them that his time away didn’t mean he didn’t love them. Having Knuckles, a man he saw as conspiring with the enemy out of fear telling him that he was too weak to protect them….? It struck at the crack in his soul. Made him back into the monster that watched cities get carpet bombed and bases burned. He didn’t see Knuckles as a student or a comrade. Someone his siblings would fight to defend were it not for that battle. He saw him as an enemy. Another vicious obstacle to overcome. He had to rip him apart- in his mind, it felt like just another day. To knuckles, it altered his life irrevocably. Aaron could never go back- he understood that. He’d never make Knuckles relive it. Force his hand to take retribution on him. Still, he would close the package and stand, clearing his throat and walking over to the camera. He set the timer for ten seconds and stepped back. Lifting up the wooden box, he grinned, giving the thumbs up.
The picture flashed.
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A bell would ring at wherever Knuckles’ abode happened to be. There was a box, with a small letter inside. It read as follows.
‘I know me and you will never see eye to eye….heh….but my brother saw you not just as a comrade, but as a friend. My sister too. What happened to your eye was me, getting carried away. Letting myself relive war. I hope you don’t hold that against them, or against LG. Don’t blame them for my actions.
Allen died not long after leaving 552. He asked me to look after the gang, and to tell you he was sorry for the war. He hoped his sword would be useful to you, and said he looks forward to kicking your ass when he sees you again, in this life or in another. Of course, I can't be there for LG- but I hear you guys are running them now, and they are still kickin. I'm sure you guys will make sure they are safe.
In the box you’ll find a gift from me, along with some cash to pay for the necessary installment. This is not an apology- I’m not proud of what I did, but I own up to it. Nobody should live walking backward- still, I hope this small amount of compensation will help ease the burden of the battle and the cost you paid for standing up to me, as well as the burden of knowledge of his death.
All the best-
AH.’
Inside the box were two small wrapped packages. In the smaller one on the right…..was a green human eye.
In the package on the left, was what seemed to be a space age, mechanical eye. There was twenty grand in cash and, under the mechanical eye, a picture of Aaron holding the box. He was grinning, and had a deep scar over his left eye. He was giving a thumbs up. He seemed to be in a pretty run down facility but, otherwise, there was nothing giving away where he might be.
OOC: Purchase for eye and transfer will be placed up within the next day or so, once I sort out it’s abilities.
He set down his screwdriver.
It had been a long time since he heard from or saw anyone at 552. From the rumors, he knew that it had been turned into some sort of prison for those who caused the city so many problems. So much anguish. He didn’t really know the reasons behind the city government sticking them on the chopping block- perhaps it was to save face. Perhaps it was to save money and protect people. There was no lie- people like Macht and Knuckles, Leon and Felix and yes….even himself, deserved to be punished for the sheer wreckage they cased the people of New York. Even now, he knew, the police were looking for him. Thankfully, it was just him so far as he could tell. Phoebe had left him a short while ago- to try and find their uncle, who had some influence in the federal government. A similar role as what he used to have- but no longer. His friends in the military honorably discharged him while disavowing any critical association. He still had a few favors but wouldn't be using them. Not for this.
Thankfully, the separation between them gave him a massive financial net. He’d removed himself from all mention in their parents will, so all money belonged to Phoebe, the next in line and the police wouldn't freeze it. She used it very rarely- mostly for her travel expenses. The girl was 18 and no longer his concern in the sense of a parent- for him, there was no life in which he could be with them. He had a warrant out for his arrest. People came from time to time, when he got careless, and would try to bring him back. To lock the Iron Lion back behind the walls of District 552. They paid for their hindrances. Not with their lives- but with pain. He offered most the chance to leave but they always drew guns or Tasers and he was forced fight back. So far, it worked out in his favor. The government was not stupid though, and began sending people who were much stronger. The last one was alone, and nearly brought him down. Now, he knew to make far fewer mistakes. The large scar moving up from his left peck and down his left arm reminded him of that.
He wouldn’t lie to himself and pretend he didn’t miss them. Those at 552. Leon. Ira. Felix. Melanie and his flower shop. Phoebe and Allen. Even Macht and those who saw him as an enemy.
Knuckles. Perhaps that boy he regretted most of all. Leaving as a Cyclopes, burning himself into his brain as an enemy forever. Few people could understand that kind of hatred- Aaron did. Aaron crafted that hatred into people’s minds far before 552- when he was overseas. When he was the Tank of Unit 213 and killed countless people in the name of an idea. Knuckles could never understand his reality going into the fight with him. The drive to protect his family and show them that his time away didn’t mean he didn’t love them. Having Knuckles, a man he saw as conspiring with the enemy out of fear telling him that he was too weak to protect them….? It struck at the crack in his soul. Made him back into the monster that watched cities get carpet bombed and bases burned. He didn’t see Knuckles as a student or a comrade. Someone his siblings would fight to defend were it not for that battle. He saw him as an enemy. Another vicious obstacle to overcome. He had to rip him apart- in his mind, it felt like just another day. To knuckles, it altered his life irrevocably. Aaron could never go back- he understood that. He’d never make Knuckles relive it. Force his hand to take retribution on him. Still, he would close the package and stand, clearing his throat and walking over to the camera. He set the timer for ten seconds and stepped back. Lifting up the wooden box, he grinned, giving the thumbs up.
The picture flashed.
*********************************************************
A bell would ring at wherever Knuckles’ abode happened to be. There was a box, with a small letter inside. It read as follows.
‘I know me and you will never see eye to eye….heh….but my brother saw you not just as a comrade, but as a friend. My sister too. What happened to your eye was me, getting carried away. Letting myself relive war. I hope you don’t hold that against them, or against LG. Don’t blame them for my actions.
Allen died not long after leaving 552. He asked me to look after the gang, and to tell you he was sorry for the war. He hoped his sword would be useful to you, and said he looks forward to kicking your ass when he sees you again, in this life or in another. Of course, I can't be there for LG- but I hear you guys are running them now, and they are still kickin. I'm sure you guys will make sure they are safe.
In the box you’ll find a gift from me, along with some cash to pay for the necessary installment. This is not an apology- I’m not proud of what I did, but I own up to it. Nobody should live walking backward- still, I hope this small amount of compensation will help ease the burden of the battle and the cost you paid for standing up to me, as well as the burden of knowledge of his death.
All the best-
AH.’
Inside the box were two small wrapped packages. In the smaller one on the right…..was a green human eye.
In the package on the left, was what seemed to be a space age, mechanical eye. There was twenty grand in cash and, under the mechanical eye, a picture of Aaron holding the box. He was grinning, and had a deep scar over his left eye. He was giving a thumbs up. He seemed to be in a pretty run down facility but, otherwise, there was nothing giving away where he might be.
OOC: Purchase for eye and transfer will be placed up within the next day or so, once I sort out it’s abilities.
