Spartan: Year One

[Swordmaster]

Eighteen​

I flew. That’s right. I have no idea how it happened, but all that matters is that I did. I flew incredibly fast. There had to be something I could do to save her. Had to.
I flew, images of everything that had just happened racing through my mind. With each image, I flew faster and faster, trying to escape the pain. I had never failed before. Ever. Spartan always managed to save the day on the end.
That thought brought me more grief, and I flew the fastest I could. My muscles were screaming at me to stop, my tendons were tearing, and blood was pouring down my body. I didn’t care. I kept flying, until a flash of light stopped me by blinding me for a few seconds.
I hovered in the air, wondering what that was about, when the same red car that drove by before drove by again. Somehow it managed to be in the same place I was, when I was flying at incredible speeds, and it was obeying the speed limit. Then I realized I was halfway towards the high school!
I looked at my watch.. It was 5:38. Somehow I’d gone back in time! I realized I’d gone so fast that I made a rip in the space-time continuum flux…thing and traversed through it. I had another chance.
Without second thought, I raced towards the high school. I wasn’t able to go as fast as I did before, most likely due to the fact that the effort itself exhausted me. But still, I was flying pretty damn fast.
A minute later I saw her in my sights, looking upset still, and then I heard Wyners car coming at her. It was then I realized I wasn’t gonna catch her in time. Thinking fast, I fired dual weblines at her and pulled her into my arms. Wyners car raced by and crashed into a parked car. I looked back and flipped him off as I flew away.
“Are you alright?” I asked Briana. Wide eyed, she nodded. “Y-you can fly?” she asked, startled. “Yeah, I know, I’m surprised too. Hold on tight, ma’am. I’ll bring you home.”
***
A minute or two later we landed on her balcony. “Thanks, Spartan. This is, what, the second time you rescued me?” she laughed. “Never thought I’d be a damsel in distress!” I laughed humorlessly. “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “You’re sure you’re alright?” I asked. Briana smiled and nodded. “Just a little shaken up, is all.” I nodded at her and leaped onto the railing of the balcony, prepared to leave. “Wait!” she called, stopping me. I turned my head towards her. “Yes, Ms. Walker?” I said. She looked taken aback.
“How do you know my name?” she asked. “I know everything,” I said. “It’s in the job description.” She smiled, and I fought the urge to tell her everything. I was afraid I’d indirectly hurt her, if she knew. I leaped off the balcony. “There’s something you wanted?”
Briana stared at me for a second, then caught herself. “Oh…yeah…” she stammered, then kissed me on the cheek. I felt where she kissed with a gloved hand, then sighed deeply.
“Listen, Ms. Walker…Briana…I can’t get into a relationship with you right now.”
“Oh,” she said, looking slightly hurt. “I’m sorry, I…” “Don’t apologize, Briana. It’s just…I’m Spartan, the local hero. I constantly have to save the day, and there…there just wouldn’t be enough time left for you. You deserve better than me.” The words hurt as I said them, but I didn’t stop. Unfortunately, they had to be said. “I’m sorry. But…you should move on, find someone else…someone better than me.”
I looked at her, then leaped back onto the balcony. “See you around, Briana,” I said, then flew away into the sunset.
***
I flew by the school, and without stopping, webbed a dumbstruck Wyners to a flagpole with a note stuck to his head, explaining everything to the authorities. There was still one last thing that needed to be done, though.
I arrived back at the area where me and Murdoch engaged in battle. I would be lying if I said I was not shocked to find neither Murdoch nor the mech present, or a team of police cleaning up. I did however, find a portable video camera. I checked it out and found one video. I played it. Niles Ferris’ face appeared.
“Greetings, Spartan,” he said pompously. “I am here to inform you that Dean Murdoch will not be bothering you anymore. He was a disease that had to be eradicated.” That’s a relief, I thought.
“However,” the pompous prick continued. “Adventus will still be keeping an eye on you. Have a pleasant day.”
Looking at the setting sun, I crushed the camera, and I was gone before it’s remains hit the ground.

 

[wolfsfang]

Aww so he can finally fly. I was wondering when he would get around to it.

 

[Swordmaster]

Aww so he can finally fly. I was wondering when he would get around to it.

Yeah

 

[Swordmaster]

Nineteen​

At lunch that Monday, Briana gave me the silent treatment. Knowing I wasn’t wanted, I sat alone at another table opposite them, eavesdropping on their whispered conversation. It was about me…erm, Spartan.
“And then he flew away into the sunset!” she whispered enthusiastically. Jackson asked her if Spartan told her who he really was. I rolled my eyes, thinking: If I told her, do you REALLY think I’d be sitting alone right now?!
Leon and I were obviously on the same wavelength, as he elbowed Jackson. “No, Jackson, he didn’t tell me who he is, but I have a feeling,” she said. I coughed on my orange soda. They all looked at me. I looked back. Briana shook her head, then gave me an almost sad sideways glance. “Someone special,” she said. I breathed a sigh of relief.
***
At home, I laid on my bed, trying to sort everything out. Briana loved Spartan and hated me. Does that make sense? Even if it didn’t, it was the truth. Dad walked in. “Kyle…are you alright? You’ve either been saving people as Spartan or laying down on your bed. Something’s up. Tell me.”
I struggled with my words for a little while, then immediately told him everything: Adventus, The Fight with Murdoch, Briana’s Death, me going back in time, all of it. Dad looked at me sympathetically. “It…it’ll be alright, Kyle. Everything will get better soon.”
We hugged, and I could tell Dad was struggling with something. “Kyle,” he croaked. “Get in a suit and meet me in the car. We’re going for a drive.” “Where, Dad?” “A place long overdue, son. A place long overdue.”
***
A half-hour later, I was standing over my mother, Nina Wyatt’s, grave. I look at Dad, shocked. He smiled. “I told you things would be different, Kyle. Talk to her.” I hug Dad, then turn to the grave. I fell on my knees.
“Hey Mom…it’s Kyle. I’m sorry I haven’t visited you in a while, but things have been…difficult. You see, it all started two December’s ago…”
I proceeded to tell her everything starting with Phoenix, and ending with me coming here. “So, that’s that,” I said, standing up. Dad stood behind me, and out his hand on my shoulder. “She’d be proud of you Kyle, just like I am.”
The two of us embraced, and I heard sirens. I instantly became alert, and my Dad knew why. “Do what you need to, Son. I’ll be here.” I smiled at him, then turned to Mom’s grave. “Sorry Mom, gotta go do the hero thing. I love you.”
After that word, I dashed away, ripped open my shirt, became Spartan, and went to save the day once again.
***
My name is Kyle Wyatt. Teenager. Student. Friend. Son…


Spartan.

 

[Swordmaster]

THE END
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Well, that's it. After months of planning, Spartan: Year One is finally completed. Now I must get to work on Spartan: Reckoning...

 

[Snipershot]

loved it. i was nearly it tears when brit...uh, briana died.

 

[Swordmaster]

Thanks...









Were you really nearly in tears? Damn, I am a good writer...








Or, you know, you just imagined that literally happening. Either/Or

 

[Snipershot]

just the thought of that happening to her

 

[Snipershot]

you are a damned good writer though.....

 

[wolfsfang]

Aww its ended? Shame

Still that was only year one

Roll on the new year

 

[Swordmaster]

Many thanks. Do not worry, Spartan: Reckoning should be up soon. I must advise you, though: The writing style is somewhat different, both in perspective and in story

 

[IAmHe9]

I loved it, Year One was great. Can you draw at all? If you can't, you should try to team up with someone to draw some sketches of the characters and stuff, it would be cool to see them kinda like comic book heroes. Any chance of him getting a supervillain adversary any time soon?

 

[Swordmaster]

I loved it, Year One was great. Can you draw at all? If you can't, you should try to team up with someone to draw some sketches of the characters and stuff, it would be cool to see them kinda like comic book heroes. Any chance of him getting a supervillain adversary any time soon?

I'm actually going to ask one of my firends (the person who Jackson Crichton was based on) to draw the basic character designs for Spartan, The Robots, and the Mech.

A supervillain is not exactly the right term to describe it, nut if you mean him facing off against someone with powers, than yes, that's coming in Year Three/Endgame. Year Two/Reckoning focuses more on Kyle than Spartan, but Spartan still plays a large role.

 

[Swordmaster]

Whenever you read about Dean Murdoch, just imagine Billy Zane in the role. That's how I pictured it.

 

[wolfsfang]

Now I'm picturing Dean Murdoch dressed up as the Phantom

 

[Swordmaster]

LOL


I mostly chose him based for his roles in Titanic and Kingdom Hearts

 

[Swordmaster]

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3084266/1/

The whole story in a sexy, easily accessable format

 

[Swordmaster]

Alright ladies, Reckoning is up. So start reading...please?