Bomb Squad
Chapter One
Countdown #478 sat on the rock, looking at the others. The other Countdowns were #51, 223, 19, and L-Dog, who managed to survive through the three wars. You see, these Countdowns were soldiers of Stink Bomb, until he died and they joined the opposing side, living in the Countdown Republic. The war against Havoc was rough on them, mainly because they were the last of their group. “See anything?” asked #19. “No. We got lucky.” said #223, looking at the field they were in. After the war, they fled out of the woods, and traveled for days, ending up near a small gas station, know as Gus’s Gas and Goods. There was nothing there, just a gas pump and stale Twinkies, from 2006. “If Gus ever leaves the station, we can make a small camp under a shelf or something.” said L-Dog. “I doubt anyone’s actually in there. We haven’t seen anyone walk in or out for the past two days.” said #478. “Do you think there are turtles there?” asked #51. If you remember, he was the second official member of the Turtle Club. “Probably not, bud. If there happens to be some, you can keep them, deal?” offered #478. “Deal.” said #51 happily.
The five Countdowns sat in silence for a couple more minutes. They were thinking of their friends, brethren, the only people that mattered in their life. And now, those special people are dead. #19 seemed to do the worst out of this. He was there, on the ground, working with a terrorist. A madman. A demon, from the deepest parts of Hell. And he had worked for the demon, praising him, treating him like a god. It bothered him so much, that he has often started saying the chant. But, he could never do finish the phrase. ‘They’re dead. Billy, 34, 77. All of them. Why am I here? Why can’t I be with them?’ The thoughts circled in #19’s mind everyday. #223 was one of the fighter pilots, whose planes were shot down numerous times. All of the men he fought with, that praised him, followed him, wanted to be him, were dead, just because some Skylander wanted power.
#51 led a simple life in the Countdown Republic. He was kind, friendly, and his coding was almost identical to Countdown. His best friend was Countdown, and the two often hung out, eventually calling each other brothers. #51 doesn’t understand death, and doesn’t know where Countdown his. “Brother.” he whispered. His mind couldn’t stop revolving around the thought that his ‘brother’ could be gone forever, lost in a lonely world, all by himself. “Brother.” #51 said again, louder. “Brother. Brother! BROTHER!” He was yelling, his eyes turning red. For the love of his best friend, brother, was more than his own life. “BROOOTHER!” yelled #51. A river of tear-like liquid streamed down his face, as he banged on the ground and screamed. “GIVE HIM BACK!” yelled #51. The others were trying to calm him down, but nothing seemed to work. “It’s okay. Countdown is okay. He is with another group, and you two will see each other again.” said #478. “LIAR!” yelled #51. He picked up a rock, and threw it at the other. He started screaming, throwing a tantrum. “BROTHER! BROTHER! BROTHER! GONE! GIVE HIM BACK!”
The others didn’t know what to do. #51 was throwing a fit worse than anything they’d ever seen him do. “Calm down, bud! He’s fine. He’s worried about you, but you are strong, and we’ll meet him again.” yelled #223. “LIES! LIEEEES!” #51 ran into the tall grass of the fields, unable to be seen.
End of Chapter One
Author’s Log:
It’s late, I know. I’ve been trying to find a time when I wasn’t too backed up with work, and I’ve found that time now. Hopefully I can get more to you guys soon.
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