Brett Blakley's Stories The New Adventures (Part 5)

The Final Showdown

Final Plans-

We all knew what we had to do. Everyone mattered in this final plan. If something went wrong, anything, it could all be over. Storms were scheduled to come by soon, I hoped that this entire war would be over before the storm even got a chance to come by. It was different than what I was used to in its own strange way. It all seemed to quiet, so small, so... unimportant. But I wasn't in the battle, I was on the outskirts of the Death Pit, hoping that I could catch Night Riser if he came this way. It would be an excellent path to go down if he were to try to ambush our troops. While I waited, I thought out the whole plan to myself. George, Samantha, and Tye were hopefully still going strong in battle, if the S.S.C won the war, they would be the first to tell us. Tim was put with a much harder task though. Tim's mission was to meet up with his old friend James, and put a stop to this war before more people got hurt. It wasn't much of a plan really, it seemed pathetic that the S.S.C had stooped so low. But as Tim and I had agreed on before, this was something that we wouldn't give up on.

The Escape-

George woke up with a jolt, he tried to move his arms and legs, but found them to be tied up. He looked to his sides and saw Samantha and Tye, also tied up. He began to panic, but he eventually remembered what happened. He remembered watching as his girlfriend and apprentice be knocked out, and that he was knocked out eventually too. He rested his head against the wall, he thought to himself for what seemed like eternity. He felt horrible, how could he have been knocked out so easily? Tye and Samantha eventually woke up around the same time. They were all quiet as they remembered what had happened. George looked around and found that they were in a small room with no guards in sight. "Now is our chance to make our move." George quickly said to the others. Tye seemed amused, "How are we going to get untied genius?" George looked at the ropes they were tied up in. Their hands were in front of them, but the rope was way to tight to untie. He looked at his legs and found that they had been very poorly tied. George quickly spoke up, "Samantha, I need you to untie the knots on my legs." Without saying a word, Samantha went strait to it, carefully untying the loose knot. When George's legs were freed, he was slowly able to untie Samantha's feet, and Tye's as well. Tye still wasn't happy, "What about our hands, their still tied up." "Just go with it." George said as he was able to open the door. George was the first one to leave the room, he quickly looked around, but saw no-one. He motioned for the others, and they came out just as he had done. As they got to another door, they immediately heard voices and hid around a corner. They waited in silence, and listened. "With James at the Death Pit," one said, "It looks like Blade will be in command for now." They all immediately realized that they had been captured by The Brotherhood of Death, not THEM. The two soldiers talked some more and then went silent. Just when George thought it was safe, the two soldiers came around the corner and seemed completely shocked that they had escaped. One was about to yell but George quickly hit him up-side the head with his bound-together hands. The other one immediately kicked Tye in the stomach and hesitantly pushed Samantha out of the way. He came running at George and hit him in the stomach. George ignored the pain and kicked the soldier in the face. As he tried to get up, George kicked him again, sending him to the ground. By now, the other soldier had gotten back-up and gotten help. Five soldiers were all running at them, at once. Tye ducked, missing a hit and head-butted the perpetrator in his face. Samantha was able to do the same thing before she was knocked down and nearly trampled on. George quickly dashed into one soldier, causing him to knock down the one behind them. Before they could get back on their feet, Tye was able to kick them hard in the side. George was eventually hit hard in his back and then hit harshly in the face. He felt himself swaying from nausea, but kept fighting. Tye kicked another attacker in the shoulder and pushed him against the wall. He was then quickly ambushed by two more attackers. He succeeded in knocking one out, but the other one began to choke him and elbow him in the forehead. George was continually hit by multiple people surrounding him, he swung his arms in hope that he would hit something, but he was soon stricken in the back of his head. George fell to the ground unconscious.

Found-

I continuously looked around for any sign of life. The only thing I could see was sky beginning to get a sickly gray color. Every movement I made, I knew I had to be stealthy. Night Riser was no joke, he had been waiting years to get his revenge and power. And he wouldn't let me get in the way of that. A chill went up my spine, even though I couldn't see him, I knew Night Riser was there. "There is no use hiding." I said, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Nothing seemed to respond but the low sound of the wind as it hit my back. To my surprise, the silence was eventually broken. "Who's hiding?" Night Riser said as he came over a tall hill, "I was just making my big entrance." I could feel my blood thumping, he knew I was scared. I spoke up, "You didn't have to do all this you know." "You could have trusted in Tim, you could have believed that he was making the right decision about you." I continued to talk, "Everything that Tim did for you, he did out of care." The being once known as Nick, seemed to chuckle at this. He spoke up, "Brett, you and I aren't so different." "You once craved power, just as I do now." "You realized how using your anger could make you stronger... much stronger." I was getting angry, "No we aren't!" I yelled. Night Riser seemed just as amused as before, He then spoke one more time, "Of coarse you are... I can feel it." With those few words I lost it, he had lied, hurt people, and betrayed his own friends to get this power. And now he was telling me that I would do the same! I couldn't fight back the hatred I felt towards him. I forgot my fear and yelled as loud as I could, "We are nothing alike!" And I charged at him with all the speed I had.

The Fight Begins-

I ran up to Night Riser extremely fast, my fist raised high in the air, ready for the first punch. Night Riser seemed to see it all coming though. He grabbed hold of my hand and threw me harshly to the ground. He began to kick me in my head and step on my chest. I grabbed hold of his leg and caused him to lose his balance long enough for me to stand. I lunged at him but he swiftly ducked and elbowed be in my neck. I tackled him again but only got hit harder in the nose. Night Riser summoned up his energy and kicked be hard in the stomach, followed by a strong hit to my back. My anger began to swell up some more. I shook off the pain and twisted his arm, followed by a hard hit to the face. Night Riser stumbled back smiling, he knew that he still had the upper hand. I began to elbow him in the face, but he continued to block the hits and head-butt me. He ran up to me again and strangled me for a while, until I got loose. Night Riser then ran up to me and got me into a headlock, he then started to repentantly punch me in the face. My nose began to bleed, but I freed my self and began to choke him back. He continued to try to throw me back, but I wouldn't let him. As I was about to corner him against a tree, he kicked me hard in the stomach and jumped at me. While he was still in mid-air, he hit me in the neck and sprained my left leg. I cried out in pain and elbowed him back. But Night Riser lunged at me again with both hands raised high. Before he could cause more damage, I grabbed both of his hands. We began to try to push each-other to the ground. We seemed equally matched, one stumble and he would win. As we continued to push each other back, Night Riser began to talk some more. "Do you really think you can beat me?" "I was Tim's first apprentice." "He taught me moves that you were to weak to learn." "I have learned every major THEM members fighting style as well." "You are crazy to think you can beat me!" I wasn't giving up, he was starting to overpower me, but I didn't show it. "Theirs something good about being crazy," I said, out of breath, "You never know what to expect next." Upon saying that, I twisted both of our arms behind us, kicked him in the side with my sprained leg, and landed on top of him.

Deadly Meeting-

George woke up again. But this time he heard talking all around him. He didn't want to open his eyes. As far as he was concerned, he had failed the S.S.C. Samantha nudged him and he gently opened his eyes. To his surprise, Tye was awake too, looking at his master, in hopes that he had another plan. George looked back at his tied up hands and feet. They were both tied as tightly as possible, and their hands were behind their back now, there was no escape this time. There were beat-up guards surrounding them, each one looking at George and his friends in disdain. Even though they were trapped, George felt a small amount of happiness, knowing that he at least put up a fight. The door eventually opened and all Brotherhood of Death members stiffened up. Blade had just walked into the room looking as if he had just had rocks thrown at him from all directions. He got behind a desk and spoke to one of the soldiers, "Are you sure that they were leading the attack?" The soldier seemed a little scared to respond, "That is what we think s-sir." Blade drew his attention back to George and the others. "How did you get such a large army?!" he started. George was confused, the S.S.C barely brought an army at all. It then hit him, Blade and the others didn't yet know that THEM had returned and was in the war. George paused for a moment, he had an idea. But it was a crazy one. Then again, most of his plans were. George sighed, he had to try. "We've all been tricked." George started, "All this time, the S.S.C and The Brotherhood of Death have been getting messages from a person calling himself Night Riser." Blade's eyes' lit up, he knew what George was talking about. George continued, "Night Riser has been sending us both information on how and when to attack each other." "His plan was to get us to weaken each other, and he succeeded." "He is now coming back with THEM and if we don't do something, they will destroy us." Blade looked up at him, "Whats your point!" George took a deep breath, "The S.S.C and The Brotherhood of Death need to work together." Everyone in the room laughed as if it were the greatest joke they had ever heard. George spoke up, "I am serious," "If we don't do this, then both of our clubs will perish." "THEM has more training, more strength, and more soldiers than any of us alone." "But if we combine, if we work together for just this one day,... we can make a difference." Blade had stopped laughing. He seemed to be in deep thought now. Samantha cut in, "It is YOUR decision, we can't do anything to stop you now." "Whatever you decide, will be completely your choice." Tye nodded and Blade looked us all in the eye, he took a deep sigh and took out his walky-talkie. He hesitated a moment but put it back up to his mouth. He spoke slowly and clearly, "Attention all Brotherhood of Death members,... today... we fight along-side the S.S.C." ...I need every single one of you to help the S.S.C take down a new threat, THEM." "After all this fighting, all this hurting, all this suffering, today... we help.

The Fight Continues-

With Night Riser under me now, I elbowed him in the back and in the head. Night Riser began to roll over and did the same thing to me. Once I tried to roll again, we immediately went rolling down the aging corn field. As we rolled, large pointed pieces of cut-down corn stabbed me in the back and arms. When we reached the bottom, Night Riser let go and backed away. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I just stared up at the sky, it was much darker now. The clouds looked as if all the rain they had been storing, was finally going to be released,... soon. Night Riser kicked me once again in the side. He looked down at me laughing. Things started to get blurry, every time I blinked, there seemed to be more and more of him. Things were getting dark, but I couldn't tell if it was the sky or my eyes. He kicked be again and I rolled into some more prickly corn stalks. I was bleeding, I could tell. Things got more blurry, a blackout was imminent. I started seeing flashbacks of my friends, and all we had been through. The high times and the low times. I remembered my fights with Machine, my battles with Corruption, my encounters with Jack, the showdown with Corruption, the defeat of Darkness. It was all there in my memory. The memories of friends, enemies, and family. It was all peaceful in some way. As I tried to move my body, the rain finally hurtled down at us. I could tell it was going to be a huge storm. The wind was picking up, but I couldn't give in. It occurred to me that I had been fighting all this time with anger. But that was going to stop now. I felt another sharp kick to my head followed by a large punch to the face. I fought away the darkness that was shrouding my vision and I stood up. I quickly kicked Night Riser in the face. Before he could react, I punched him squarely in the chest. The rain continued to come down harder. He grabbed my face and kneed me in my face. I started to black out again. More blood was dripping from my face and back, he was getting to strong... but I could be stronger. I continued to hit him in the stomach and was able to pick him up. He started to yell, but I didn't care, I threw him into the ground. Causing him to be stabbed in the back by the shards of corn stalks. He yelled out in pain, "You can't stop me, you are to weak, to powerless." I stood above him and held him down with my foot, "Strength and power blind those who don't know how to use it." "But their is always one thing I can count on,... control." Upon saying that, I finished Night Riser off with a clean hit to the head. He was knocked out. Now it was up to Tim to finish the rest.

Old Friend-

Tim approached the Death Pit with rain as his only friend. The sky seemed pitch black. Everything was dimming. Even though Tim and James didn't arrange to meet each-other, Tim knew where to find him. And James realized that as well. Tim eventually found the crippled, old building swaying in the wind. Tim would try to make peace with James, but he doubted it would work. James didn't really care about the war. All he cared about was getting revenge. Tim got to the entrance of the building and lightly opened the old door. Inside, standing a few feet away, was James. "You're late." he said harshly. Tim stopped and spoke with all his courage, "Just my style." "I've been waiting a long time for this Tim, you realize that don't you?" James was facing the wall. Tim changed the subject, "James it doesn't have too-" "Shut up Tim!" James interrupted. "I know your strategy, you think you can just talk to me and I will learn my lesson and come back to you like nothing ever happened!" James finally turned around. The right side of his face, which had been badly scarred, was bandaged up. He looked a lot like two-face. The look made him look ominous and more powerful. But Tim wasn't going to back down now. James was getting angry and Tim was starting to get ready for the fight. Before Tim could say another word, James quickly turned around and hit him hard in the face with an E-stick. The final battle had begun.

Final Showdown-

The rain was hitting the roof of the building hard, everything was creaking and shaking around them. Tim missed a few punches and tried to hit James. James grabbed his fist and nearly broke it by kicking Tim's arm. Tim took out his own E-stick and the two of them clashed. James spun his E-stick and quickly hit Tim's face again. Tim blocked a few moves before he was able to hit Jame's leg. As Tim was about to swing his E-stick hard on Jame's head, James held his E-stick up in the air and blocked it. James then kicked Tim against the corner of the building. The entire place shook. James got ready to hit Tim again, but Tim kicked the E-stick out of his hands. James did the same thing to Tim's weapon and the fight continued. James hit Tim in the jaw causing Tim's mouth to drip with blood. James then began to choke him. As Tim tried to free himself, James spun around and threw Tim into a wall. Part of the ceiling fell on Tim's hand, causing tremendous pain. James showed no sign of slowing down. He kicked Tim in his face and pushed him to the cold ground. Tim was able to kick James in the stomach as he was down. Tim then was able to hurriedly tackle James to the floor. Tim then realized how angry James was getting, he wasn't going to give up until Tim was dead. Tim hit James hard in the shoulder and stepped on his leg as he got up. James was able to quickly roll out of the way and tare a large piece of wood off the building. James quickly swung it at Tim, causing a major cut on his stomach. James struck Tim again with the sharp board, causing another painful gash on his chest. Tim dodged another swing but was quickly stabbed in the back. Tim fell to the ground gasping for air. He couldn't seem to find any. James hovered over him and pushed him to the ground. "You are weaker than I thought" James mused. Tim tried to move but was quickly picked up and thrown once again into the wall. By then, James picked up his E-stick and began to whack Tim in the face. Blood was dripping from his mouth, Tim couldn't take much more. James swung again, but Tim used all his strength to catch it and use his knee to break it in half. Tim's heart was pounding, he could feel his body giving up on him. James threw the broken stick to the floor and picked Tim up by his shirt. "Getting tired?" James said as he threw Tim into the wall again. "I am just getting started." Tim lied, hoping James would believe it. Tim, shaking all over, stood up and they both head-butted each-other at the same time. Tim took advantage of this free time and punched James in his shoulder. Tim then began to hit him over and over in the face. The rain came down harder and leaks began to appear. James tried to take another board off the wall, but Tim busted it before he had a chance. James ran up to Tim and puched him into the ground. Tim was losing his energy every second. James began to step on Tim's chest harder and harder. Tim tried to struggle, but James just kicked him in the jaw. As James got closer into finishing off Tim for good, Tim was able to trip him, but sprain his leg badly. James fell and tore some of his bandages. Tim couldn't get up, his muscles were aching, his lungs couldn't grasp enough air. James was getting tired to, but not nearly as bad. He began to drag Tim upstairs, and throw him against the wall any time he could. They eventually got to the top and James threw Tim at the center of the Chicken loft. Tim felt sharp splinters and the cold wind hit his face. He felt what he thought to be rain on his back, but it was actually blood. "So this is how it ends?" James said with pride in his voice. "J-James... d-don't." Tim said in a whisper. James ignored Tim's words and began to kick him towards the edge. Cold rain began to hit Tim's face, unforgiving. All Tim could do was listen, he heard the wind raging, the rain pouring down, and no-one there to help him. Tim was at the very edge now. It was almost over. Tim's head was spinning, he began to laugh as he remembered all the good old times he had with his friends. He would never forget them. One last kick was all it took, without a word, without hesitation, without looking back, James finished it all. Tim began to fall.

Last Chance-

Tim wasn't quite sure what it was. What was keeping him from letting go and simply falling to a quick demise. But something was there, just in the split second he had, Tim grabbed onto the edge and hung their hopelessly. More rain hit his back, the wind seemed to be trying its best to blow Tim away. Part of him wanted to be blown away, wanted to be free of all this pain. But he knew that wasn't his destiny. With all of his strength Tim flipped onto the ledge again and kicked James hard in the stomach. James fell down and Tim was able to jump at him and punch him in the face. James head-butted him, hit him in the head, kneed him in the neck. But Tim wasn't giving up, he threw James down the stairs, picked him up, and threw him to the cold flooring. James began to choke Tim again, while kneeing him in the stomach and face. Tim got through the pain and whipped him out of the way. James stood up and hit Tim in the face as hard as he could with the back of his hand, but Tim was un-detoured. James tried again and again, but Tim continued to fight back the pain. James tried one last, quick stroke of his fist,... Tim caught it. Upon catching it, Tim began to push James back. Every step he took hurt. Every movement he made hurt. But he kept going. With the last of his power, Tim kneed James in the stomach, punched him in the face, avoided the on-coming fist, and head-butted James to the ground. Before James could move again, Tim took part of the sharp, pointed, E-stick and held it too Jame's neck. Tim was down on his knees, he knew he pushed himself to hard, any minute now, he would black out. He was running out of time. Tim positioned the pointed stick closer to Jame's neck. Any minute now, Tim could finish off James right there. James spoke again, "Go ahead,... do it... I know you can't... you know you can't." Tim was hurting even worse, tears flooded his eyes. James continued to speak "I know you can't kill your best friend." Tim spoke through his pain, "Y-you are not my friend, the James I once knew is long gone." "Y-You have become a murderer and a power-hungry monster, the old James wasn't like that." James seemed to be getting angry, "Then do it!, show me that I am no-longer your friend!, show me that you have the strength!" Tim looked at the stick and back at James. It was one way or the other. Kill James which will end anyone getting hurt again. Or keep him alive, but risk that James will hurt others. ...He chose.

Finished-

Tim dropped the stick and began to walk away. "What are you doing!" James yelled. "Are you even listening to me!" "Your not worth it." Tim said as he staggered closer to a corner. Then... it all happened so fast. Everything happened in such a blur, that it was nearly inconceivable. James picked up the broken stick and jumped at Tim, about to stab him in the neck and finish it. But the split second before it happened, Tim spun around, and kicked James as hard as he could in mid-air. James went flying backwards and hit the wall with a loud THUD. The entire barn began to shake, Tim could tell that it had reached it's limit. Then it happened,... the entire roof collapsed, bringing the second level of the floor down with it. Right before James was hit, he said two words. Two words that Tim seemed to be able to hear throughout all of the chaos around him: "I'm sorry." Right after that, the entire place started to come down, James was close by, Tim quickly reached out to help James. But instead of taking his hand, James pushed him back, a large piece of the second floor fell right in front of Tim. James had just saved his life. More and more of the building began to fall, Tim ran as fast as he could, but the door was to far. The falling ceiling was getting faster and faster Tim was cut by falling objects and was eventually hit hard in the head. He fell to the ground and stumbled to get up. The door seemed to be missing now. There was only one option left, he had to jump. Tim ran as fast as he could to an old glass window that was already broken. With the rest of his strength and speed, Tim jumped out the window just before the whole place came down. And as he landed on the ground, Tim blacked out.

The War's End-

I had arrived at the Death Pit, just in time to see it all collapse. The look of horror on my face was indescribable. I saw Tim jump out of the window and black out. I was able to carry him back to an S.S.C base and wait for him to get better. Tim did recover but never did say much about his final battle. I didn't mind, it was his own little secret. We eventually met up with George, Tye, and Samantha. "It is good to see familiar faces" George said with pleasure. "It looks like you did a great job." I said. "But what happened?" Tim asked eagerly. George explained, "To make a long story short, we worked together with the Brotherhood of Death." "With all of us working together, we defeated THEM." "However, most S.S.C members were hurt pretty badly." "Most of them quite." "The S.S.C is practically destroyed." It was distressing news. But we could always re-group. Me, Tim, George, Tye, and Samantha still had a lot of fight left in us. "We can't give in though," I said, "the S.S.C never quite." "Then what are we waiting for?" said George, "lets get going."

The Ending-

After everything that had happened, most people would expect that things would go from bad to worse. But they would be wrong. Nick was sent to an S.S.C base for his punishment. He wouldn't bother us again. Blade realized that the S.S.C was right all along and decided to quite the Brotherhood of Death and be a normal kid again. Without Leader-ship, Most Brotherhood of Death members quite. The ones that remained would be taken down by our remaining elite S.S.C members. We continued to get more and more S.S.C members, even Random Kid joined the S.S.C, but it would take a long time before it was fully functional again. As for me and the others, we truly felt that for the first time in a long time, we were finally safe. All this evil was gone, the fighting was all over. We all respected each other, we all cared for one-another, we all fought for one-another. And even when things get tough and everything seems like its falling apart, we will always be there to help. We are the S.S.C.

The End