Spartan: Reckoning

[Swordmaster]

Twelve: Day Three​

That night, I was again stricken by weird dreams, and all I could do was watch.
I saw a man (judging by the figure’s build, it had to be a man) swing into a building on a web, much like Spider-Man. He wore a classic Superman shirt, navy blue ski mask, and jeans; I saw what appeared to be the same man, except he wore all black, save for a raised silver-on-black Superman ‘S’ and a silver face mask, fighting skeletal robots; the same man in black viciously assaulting what appeared to be a giant mech; in between these images, I saw the man in black flying and displaying fantastic abilities. Throughout the dream, I heard people starting to say the man’s name, but stopping. The last vision was of what looked like a masked robber asking the man in black who he was. The man turned to him and said, in a voice that was oddly familiar to me, “I’m Spartan.”
I woke up, gasping, cold sweat dripping down my face. I checked my clock. Six-thirty in the morning. Time to get ready for school. I got my uniform out of its drawer, and moved towards the door. Standing in my way was Ashley, yawning. “What are you doing up so early?” I asked, yawning with her. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand. “What’s that?” I asked her tiredly.
Ashley held the paper up. It was a rather crude picture of our family, drawn with crayons. It was cute. “For me?” I asked her. She smiled, showing her missing two front teeth and nodded. I smiled and rubbed her hair. Instantly, an image of Spartan rubbing two children’s hair flashed into my mind.
“What’s wrong, Kyle?” Ashley asked, looking at me curiously. I must have looked bewildered. Shaking off the image, I said, “It’s nothing.”
***
At school, I met up with my friends at the usual spot. “Morning ladies,” I proclaimed. They all turned; Briana smiled, Leon flipped me off, and Jackson had a look of anger on his face. Same old, same old. After hugging Briana and punching Jackson for the hell of it, I asked, “Hey, does anyone know who Spartan is?”
Reading the looks on their faces, I could tell they didn’t. “Who?” Jackson asked. “Spartan,” I repeated. They all said they’d never heard of him, which contrasted with the image in my head of the three of them praising him.
“You okay, Kyle?” Briana asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You’ve been acting really weird since your birthday.” She wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t want to worry her. “I’m fine,” I said reassuringly. “Really.” I kissed her, just to get the point across. When we were done five minutes later, she smiled at me. “Yep, you’re definitely fine,” she laughed.
When the first bell rang, Leon and Briana left for Chemistry while Jackson and I went for Art 101 with Queen *****, Samantha Seafard. On the way, Jackson kept bugging me, knowing that I lied to Briana about being fine. I turned to Jackson, and asked pleadingly, “Don’t tell her, Jackie Boy. Please. I don’t want her to worry.”
I don’t think he heard me. “Jackie Boy?” I asked. “What’s eating you?” He stared at me for a while before answering. “You called me Jackie Boy. You never called me that before. I don’t like it.” I looked at him, bewildered. “Stop pulling my leg, Jackson. I say that to you all the time.” Now he looked at me as if I belonged in an asylum. “Erm, no you don’t.”
Now I was really confused. I remembered saying that to him at least five times a day. “You’re sure?” I whispered. Jackson nodded at me, wide eyed. I looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, I was kind of scared.
***
After school, Briana and I we walking home, talking about meaningless stuff when we passed by a burning building. On instinct, I ripped open my shirt to reveal a white undershirt. Briana looked at me, weirded out by my action. “Kyle…what the hell are you doing?” I looked from her to my undershirt, before buttoning it back up. When I was done, I muttered, “I’m not sure…” before walking away, not looking back.

 

[Swordmaster]

Thirteen: Leon​

I have no idea how much time had passed. Jackson and I had stayed silent, and Briana was still unconscious. But worst of all, these guys had gotten Kyle. I don’t know how, but they did, and he was incapacitated, which explained why he was missing. One mystery solved, a fafillion to go.
Jackson and I turned sharply as we heard new footsteps coming from behind us. They were brisk, and they echoed across the whole room. They belonged to a tall, thin, bald man with a pointed nose and dark, seemingly unblinking eyes. After consulting with one of the doctors, he walked over to us, smiling a smile laced with malice. The man looked down at Briana. “She’s still out cold, isn’t she? Poor thing. But, alas, such actions were necessary. She put up quite a fight, you know. We had to give a an extra dosage of the same sedative we gave you gentlemen. I can see why he loves her so,” he finished, glancing at Kyle.
“Who the hell are you?” Jackson demanded. I looked sideways at him, and his face was etched with hatred. The man smirked coldly. “Of course. Where are my manners? Niles Ferris, at your service. I regret we had to tie you up, but that’s what you get for breaking into our little headquarters here.”
“Yeah, well, you kidnapped our friend, and put him into some weird ass techno pod thing, you Adventus ****!” I screamed. Ferris looked at me, and I involuntarily flinched. “So, you know to what I belong to. You are more knowledgeable than I gave you credit for. For this, I apologize.”
“Apology accepted,” I said coldly. Now, why don’t you tell us what you’ve done to our friend? It’ll help pass the time.”
Ferris threw his head back and laughed. “You’re direct. I can appreciate that, and it will be rewarded. You had to have had a certain amount of resourcefulness to figure out where we worked. For that, our plan will be made known to you.”
I looked over at Jackson, who stared intently at Ferris. “You see,” Ferris began, “Originally we’d wanted Spartan to aid us in our goals, but he had ‘values’ and fought us. It became painfully obvious to us that he would never join us, so we created an ingenious plot. We had Dr. Halsen here (he motioned to a man with shocking white hair, who nodded at us) become “Destiny’s Human Manifestation” and offer Kyle the chance to live life as if his mother had never died.”
At this, Jackson and I looked at each other, startled. That was Kyle’s one wish, ever since we were, like, nine. The chance to know his mother.
“But,” Ferris continued, “Your friend felt a great sense of responsibility to this world. He refused Destiny’s offer, and continued to live his dual life. We could not have that, so we staged a disturbance. I believe you remember the fire Spartan left you to go fight? Well, an Adventi, under my orders, created that. When he engaged in combat with Spartan, he was able to gas him with a powerful mind-altering toxin, one that induced great fear, anger, frustration, and paranoia (“Told you,” Jackson muttered).”
“After he defeated the Adventi Agent, he went into the building to save anyone he could. Little did he know that we’d already killed them all, and placed sound devices that mimicked screams by their corpses. This led the young man to believe he failed, and, coupled with our toxin, he was made susceptible to Destiny’s offer. After he attacked you guys, he ran to his mother’s grave and accepted Destiny’s offer, with the promise that no one would remember what happened, and that his assault on you would never have happened.”
This explained so much; Kyle’s behavior, Spartan’s disappearance, and why he would even accept the offer. I looked at Jackson, who was practically foaming at the mouth.

 

[Swordmaster]

“After he accepted the offer, we overloaded Spartan’s Battle Sense and injected him with a sedative. Destiny brought Kyle here and threw him in this pod, in which he is living out his dream life, monitored by Dr. Brant here.” Dr. Brant didn’t even acknowledge us.
“But what’s the purpose?” I yelled. “Sure, you got Kyle out of the way, but you can’t take on the whole world.” Ferris pointed at me. “Smart boy. The pod replicates Kyle’s powers, and creates a liquid that will grant them to anyone. All of his powers have been copied successfully, and we have many Adventi who are being injected with the concoction right now. Once we have sufficient numbers, we will make war on this world, and from its ashes will arise a New World Order, led by us.”
As if on cue, another Adventus scientist walked in. “Sir, we have twenty Super Adventi prepared. More than enough to take down this city.” “Excellent,” Ferris smirked. “Deploy them immediately.”
“You’re ****ing sick!” Jackson yelled out of nowhere. It was about time he expressed his anger, I thought. Ferris made it so his face was mere inches from Jackson’s. Jackson spit on him.
Ferris didn’t express the slightest bit of frustration; he merely took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. “You’ve got spirit, son. Which is why I won’t kill you right now.”
With that, he made his way to Dr. Brant, who told him, “Sir, he’s fighting the reality he’s created.” “Increase the strength of the drug that keeps him in his reality.” “But sir,” Brant objected, “that could prove dangerous to our goals.”
“Just do it!” Ferris ordered, and Brant complied.
Feeling powerless to do anything, I wallowed in my misery. That is, until I felt the pocketknife I always carry with me in pocket. I’d forgotten all about it. To my right, I felt Briana stir, and a plan began to formulate in my mind.
Ferris walked back to us and pressed a button on a remote he pulled out of his pocket. A television screen descended from the ceiling, and it showed Xavier City. He pressed another button, and a chair emerged from the ground. He sat, and said, “Let’s watch the show, shall we?”
My only thought at the moment was hoping that Briana would wake up soon.

 

[Swordmaster]

Fourteen: Day Four​

I dreamt again, this time of my friends. I saw us hanging out at Mac’s, except Briana sat across from me, not next to me; I saw the four of us watching our school go up in flames; I saw her sitting behind me in history; I saw Jackson, Leon, and myself watching her do a martial arts demonstration; lastly, I saw her walking away from me, a hurt look on her face.
I woke up with a start. The dreams struck me as odd because, while they weren’t as weird as the others, I’d never done any of these things with them. I got out of bed slowly and looked at the clock. Five-thirty a.m. I went to jump out the window to swing and clear my head, but I caught myself, and wondered what the hell I was doing.
Later that morning, I went downstairs, ready for school. My family was already eating. I sat with them, but didn’t touch my cereal “What’s wrong, Kyle?” Mom asked me worryingly. “Nothing Ma…just not hungry, is all,” I responded. Dad looked at me, concern etched onto his face. “You look paler than usual, son. You okay?”
“Yeah, Dad. I just didn’t sleep well. Otherwise I’m fine. I’ll take a nap after school, after homework.” I didn’t mention how my headache now felt like a thousand white-hot knives were plunged into my forehead. Satisfied, Dad went back to reading the paper. Ashley, however, walked over to me, concerned. “Are you okay, Kyle?” I smiled. Whenever I was feeling down, Ashley’s youthful innocence always put a smile on my face. “Yeah. I’m okay. I’ll see you after school, ‘kay?”
Ashley smiled and smacked a wet one right on my forehead, and then hugged me. “I love you, Big Brother,” she said. Returning her hug, I said, “I love you too, Little Sister.”
***
In history, Mr. Johns ranted on about the old Vanderwayne mansion outside the city. Upon hearing it, my headache sharpened, and I felt Briana’s worried gaze upon me.
***
After school, Briana and I walked home. She asked me if I was okay. “I’m fine,” I said, embellishing the word “fine”. After a minute of silence, like after we say the Pledge of Allegiance at school, I said quietly, “I have to go to that mansion Johns mentioned in history. I don’t know why, but I do. I just…I feel something’s there. D” you understand?”
Briana nodded, and I was reminded of why I loved her. “I’ll go with you,” she offered. I shook my head. “No. It’s something that I think I have to do alone. Besides, if there’s anything bad in there, I don’t want to be responsible for your getting hurt.”
Briana pouted. Lifting her chin up and smiling at her, I told her I’d call her later. We kissed, and then parted ways. As I watched her leave, I had this nagging feeling that something would cause me to never be with her again.
***
About two hours later, I arrived at the mansion. There was definitely something familiar about it, but I just couldn’t place it. Trying to figure out where I knew this place from, I walked in.
The inside reminded me of snooty rich old people, simply because this was the type of mansion that they’re always depicted as living in in movies. Ridding myself of that prejudice, I moved on.
Surrounding me were tall brown oak doors. I went to open one. Locked. The same could be said for all the other doors. And they were sturdy as hell, as I found out when I tried knocking one down. I was surprised t find one door open, and I walked inside.
In the middle of the room was a mechanical looking pod, and upon seeing it my headache blazed worse than it ever had before. I keeled over in pain, rolling over, and images flashing across my mind, like in my dreams, except this time I was awake.
I saw myself fall on a syringe containing some sort of liquid; I saw myself leaping from building to building at incredible speeds; I saw some ****** kid knock me off my seat at the lunch table, causing my eyes to glow red; I saw myself leaping out my window and landing on my feet; I saw myself leaving Nina Wyatt’s grave and leaping off a hill; and lastly, I saw myself tearing down an alley and ripping my shirt open to reveal a raised silver-on-black ‘S’.
***
My eyes snapped open as my headache faded. I remembered Destiny’s offer; I remembered hurting my friends; I remembered failing to save the people in that fire. I remembered it all.
And with my memory returning came the sad truth: Nina Wyatt was dead, Ashley Wyatt had never been born, and I never dated Briana; I hurt her. This caused a tear to run down my cheek, as I remembered all the good times I’d had with them…no, all the good times that had been fabricated to seem like I’d had them. But that only made the pain worse.
Angry, I walked over to the pod, only to find…
“Spartan,” I said. There he was, hovering. He was unmasked, which showed my face. Remembering everything that had happened in this reality, as opposed to the real one, I sighed sadly, “Guess it’s time to go play hero again, eh?”
The pod opened, and I placed my right hand on the ‘S’ shield.

 

[Swordmaster]

Fifteen: Leon​

Briana awoke some time later, and the plan was already figured out. I just had for the right moment to start it. “Wha…what happened?” she asked tiredly, taking in her surroundings. Jackson turned to her and said darkly, “It’s a long story.” “Listen, Bree,” I whispered. “Can you reach into my pocket and grab my knife? With it I’ll be able to get us out of here.”
She nodded and started reaching into it. A minute later her hand emerged, holding my knife. She passed it discreetly to me, and I started cutting through. Jackson was making sure that Ferris was still watching the screen, when he gasped. “My god…” he said.
I looked at the screen and was shocked to see what I saw. The Super Adventi were destroying the city. Briana looked as well, and after watching enough, demanded, “What’s going on?” Altering events so that I didn’t reveal Kyle was Spartan, I told her everything.
“Boss!” Brant screamed. “The subjects waking up!” “What!?” Ferris yelled. “How is this possible? You said the pod was foolproof!”
“I believe, Mr. Ferris,” Brant stammered, “That the, uh, subjects ability to utilize one-hundred percent of his brain allowed him to create a way out of the reality created for him.”
Growling, Ferris took out a gun and shot the man. I smirked. Kyle was waking up, and that gave me the extra boost I needed to cut through the ropes. “Come on!” I urged my friends, getting up. I helped Briana, who was still groggy, to her feet. Once she was stable, we made a break for it.
As we left, I heard Ferris’ frustrated scream, and I suffered from silent laughter. That is, until the whole building started shaking. “What’s going on?” Briana asked. “I think Ferris, you know, the bald guy, activated the building’s self-destruct. I estimate we only have a few minutes to get outta here!” Jackson predicted.
Having no way to be sure if he was right or wrong, the three of us ran. “What about Spartan?” Briana yelled. “He’ll be fine,” I assured her. “He’s invincible, remember?”

 

[Swordmaster]

Sixteen​

I awake as if from a dream. No fear, no frustration, nothing keeping me from being me. The real me. The hero. But I felt anger. A whole lot of damn anger.
I blasted the cover of the pod off with full intensity, which caused it to touch the ceiling, then crush a man who looked just like Destiny. I leaped out and saw a face I hadn’t seen for a year. Niles Ferris, former consigliore to Dean Murdoch, and the man who promised me that Adventus would be watching my actions.
Ferris saw me, and immediately after pressing a sequence of commands on the computer, emptied the clip from the pistol he held in his hand into my chest. The bullets bounced off me as I walked towards him. I grabbed the gun and melted it with my heat vision before grabbing Ferris by the collar.
“It’s been a long time, Niles,” I growled, my eyes glowing. Ferris gulped. “What were you doing with me in that pod?” I could see him sweating, but he still didn’t answer me. “WHAT!?” I yelled.
“We were copying the formula that gave you your powers from your blood!” Ferris ejaculated. “The Adventus Overlords figured if you wouldn’t join us, then we should get your powers and give them to faithful Adventi, not an idealistic teenager! You don’t understand do you, Wyatt? You have the powers of a God! You could shape this world in your image, yet you use it to help people! Let me help you to use your powers for your purposes, not the worlds!”
“You fool!” I yelled. “Their bodies can’t handle the power! I had an anomaly in my DNA that allowed me to stabilize, but they probably don’t!” Fear washing over his face, I knocked Ferris out. Looking around, I saw Destiny (for that was the only name I knew him by) crushed under the Pod’s top. I realized this was my doing, but I had no time to realize I’d broken my no killing oath, because I saw a timer that said this building was gonna blow in about a minute! That would have been no sweat, except I saw a security camera that showed my three friends trapped in a hallway, debris blocking the exit. What scared me the most was that I saw a support beam crack right above to fall on Briana. It was going to fall on her!
Not going to let her die again, I dashed to the entrance hall. I heard her screams and Jackson and Leon’s respective cries of “Look out!”
I got to the entrance to the entrance hall and saw the beam about to fall on her. Realizing I wouldn’t get to her in time by running, I flew to her location and caught the beam just in time. I held it above my head effortlessly.
I saw her eyes move up my body. She smiled when she saw my ‘S’, but when she saw my face, her jaw dropped. “No way,” she said. I threw the support aside and said, “Come on.” Leon said, “Every way’s blocked.” I punched a hole in the wall. “Not every one,” I said.
The three started to run out, but the building exploded behind them just as they got out, sending all of us flying. I caught myself in midair, but the rest of them flew sporadically through the air. I flew towards Briana first, caught her, and threw her on my back. She held on tight. I tried not to think of the two of us together in the fake reality.
I caught Leon and Jackson with webs, which enabled me to hold on to them. I landed, and set everyone down safely. “Is everyone alright?” I asked calmly. Wide eyed, they all nodded. “What happened, exactly, while I was out?”
As Leon and Jackson explained to me, Briana looked at me, as though she were studying me. Getting the whole story, I put mask and glasses on, and Spartan returned.
I prepared to fly and stop the clones, but Briana held me down. “What is it?” I asked her. She looked uncertain for a minute, and then said, “Listen, uh, Kyle…I’m sorry. For everything. Had I known, I would never have…” I put a finger to her lips. “It’s okay. Briana. I’ll see you when I get back,” I assured her, before flying away, leaving behind a smiling Briana for the first time in a long time.

 

[Swordmaster]

Seventeen​

As I approached Xavier City, I heard various noises, none of them good. Cars crashing, people screaming, the like. The sky was blood red. I saw a middle-aged man fall off a collapsing building. My guess is he was up there to avoid getting attacked by the wannabe’s. I caught him just as he started to fall and landed him in a safe place.
The city was a wreck: fires everywhere, collapsed buildings, corpses. All because I was gullible. Well, it was time to rectify that error. I saw twenty armored Adventi causing the destruction using their powers…no…MY powers.
I landed hard, causing the ground to tremor. The Adventi stumbled, and finally took notice of me. I stared at them, as they stared at me. The air stood still, with only the slow crackling of the flames making any sound. Then, at once, the twenty of them charged at me, and I charged at them.
One of them flew at me, so I grabbed him by the throat and threw him down into the street. Two more came at me from opposite sides, so I webbed them and made them collide. I attached a webline to an unconscious Adventi and swung him into five or six Advent, knocking them down like bowling pins.
With my Battle Sense blazing, I back flipped as one more threw himself at me and, as I did with Flamehead, kicked him in the back, knocking him out cold. I pretty much kicked the rest of their respective asses, and laid them all down in a pile. Admiring my work, and looking at the hell the city had become, I started to fly back towards my friends, when I heard grunts.
I turned, surprised, and saw all the Super Adventi up and ready to do battle again. Throwing aside my shock, I charged at them again, but this time they let it all out. I got punched, kicked, elbowed, and head butted in every part of my body. I felt blood fly out, and I was in more physical pain then ever.
This is where having skill would come in handy. Here I was, facing trained warriors who had the same powers as I did. I was finished. As one, they all lunged at me and dog piled me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think of anything to do. I tried fighting back to no avail. Memories of my friends and my father flooded into my mind, but they couldn’t fuel my strength. It was here I accepted the end.
After that acceptance, I was able to breathe again. The Adventi had let go of me, and were screaming in pain, clutching their heads. All of a sudden, they burst into blue sparks, and were gone. I later came to the conclusion that the powers they’d been given overloaded their bodies and destroyed them. Best part is, no messy clean up. I wiped the blood off my nose and went off to save anyone who needed me to.
***
After doing my job, I went back to the outskirts outside the mansion and brought Leon, Jackson, and Briana home. Briana rode my back, and Jackson and Leon held an arm, respectively.
I felt like a fool.

 

[Swordmaster]

Eighteen​

After dropping them off, I landed at home and changed back into my school uniform. I opened my door slowly and peeked in. My Dad was on his favorite chair, sleeping, holding papers. I couldn’t make out what they said.
I opened the door fully and walked in, and was able to get a clear view of what the signs said. They were missing signs for me.
Smirking slightly, I nudged him. “Dad,” I said. He awoke, startled. “Who’s there?” he asked, and I was instantly reminded of the absent minded scientist he used to be. He finally saw me, and his eyes widened in surprised happiness. “Kyle!” he said, grasping me. I returned his embrace, and heard the tears run down his cheeks. “I’m home Dad…I’m home.”
***
After telling him everything, I went up to my bedroom for some much needed thinking time. The truth was, since the…event…I didn’t know who I was anymore. I didn’t feel like Kyle Wyatt, but I didn’t feel like Spartan either, if that makes sense. When I laid down in my bed, I instantly fell asleep, and, ironically, slept soundly for the first time in a long time.
***
The next week, I was web swinging through the city. Flying was faster, but web swinging helped clear my head. It relaxed me. Xavier City was being rebuilt, slowly but surely.
I went by the police department and swung through Sarge’s window, landing in his office. Sarge jumped out of his seat, holding his heart. “Jesus you scared me!” I straightened myself up. “Where’ve you been?” Sarge asked. “Ask me again sometime,” I replied. Shrugging, Sarge went to his desk, removed a file, and threw it at me. I caught it. “Do I wanna know what this is?” I asked.
“Remember that file on Adventus you asked me to pull up? Well, there it is. Took me a while, but I got it.” I thumbed through it. “Thanks Sarge,” I said, throwing it back at him, “ but Adventus is finished.” “You’re sure?” Sarge asked, but I was already gone.
***
I swung around town some more, when I heard Jackson scream. In an instant, I flew to Mac’s, where the scream originated. I landed on the roof and found The Disease approached Leon, who was backed up against a wall. Fighting the urge to laugh, I launched a webline to Sara’s leg and hung her upside down from it.
A memory of me mentioning her name to an incredulous group of my friends flashed through my mind. I flew away, leaving Leon and Jackson behind before they could thank me.
***
I flew to Kaenston Cemetery, and landed in front of my mother’s grave. I told her everything, begging her for guidance while remembering her in the V.R. Realm.
When I was done, I flew away, still crying.

 

[Swordmaster]

Nineteen​

Months passed, and school had once again ended. I flew to Briana’s house without my mask and glasses on. I landed on the balcony outside her room and knocked on her door. Looking up, she smiles and comes out. I hadn’t seen her that happy in a long time. We looked at each other quietly for a long minute, and then hugged.
“You’ve been weird since November,” she said. “At school, you’ve been quiet. You’re like, the perfect student, never talking out of turn, doing all your homework, acing all your tests, all that. You don’t sit with us at lunch, and you haven’t come to Mac’s. What’s been eating you?”
I sighed deeply. As much as I had prepared for this question, it still wasn’t easy to say. “I’ve been busy thinking,” I said. “I filled my time between student and Spartan because, frankly, I didn’t know what to say to you. About me being Spartan.”
“Do you know now?” she asked quietly. Her question caused me to turn away. “The…incident in November shook me. It left me unsure of myself. Of who I am. Which is why I’ve come here tonight. I came to say good-bye.”
I turned to her, and Briana was looking at me positively alarmed. “What!?” she asked, terrified. “I need to sort things out. You see, I’m not sure if I’m Kyle Wyatt, or if I’m Spartan. I don’t know who I am.” Briana walked to me and poked my ‘S’. “You’re both! Kyle Wyatt’s Spartan, and Spartan’s Kyle Wyatt!”
I smiled at her sadly and said, “I hope that some day I’ll realize that, Bree.” I turned to fly away, but she grabbed my arm. “Take me flying with you, just this once before you go. I want to know what it’s like. Just once.”
I thought a moment, then said, “Alright, then. Come on.” We embraced yet again, and I slowly lifted us into the sky. “Tell me everything. How you got your powers, all of it.” I lifted my head back and smiled. “Where to begin? I guess it all started one day in December…”
We flew for a while as I told her everything, up until I went to her room. When we were done, she asked sadly, “Why didn’t you tell me?” I looked down. “ I don’t know. I think I was worried that you’d think I was a freak, but that was stupid, I know…” Briana smirked her unique smirk. “You got that right.” We laughed, and I landed back on her balcony. We leaned in to kiss, but sirens split the air. “Duty calls,” I said, putting my mask and glasses on. “Good-bye, Briana,” I said, before leaping off the balcony. As I left her behind, I heard her whisper, “Good-bye, Kyle.”
***
Whoever I am, Kyle Wyatt or Spartan, one thing is certain. Today, someone needs Spartan to save the day.

And Spartan will always be there to save the day.

 

[Swordmaster]

THE END
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