Prologue: I Don't Need a Bakugan to Save Someone
Sept 22, 2015 22:00:28 GMT -5
Post by Kendrick Hardy on Sept 22, 2015 22:00:28 GMT -5
Was anyone surprised that the people combating Terrorist organizations within our country would be children? What did the police say when a brawler at eleven years of age did what the military failed to do on two separate occasions? Where were the law enforcement officials when three demonic Bakugan that call themselves "The Pack" stormed onto our soil and murdered every single thing that we, the people, held dear to our hearts? Why is it that...the children cannot enjoy the luxury and the privilege of having a stable childhood, and are forced to do the job the grown-ups have made careers out of because of their lack of power? Can the self-esteemed psychologists dissect my mind to gather every single reason why being the younger brother of the leader of the Resistors and the son of a worldwide hero leads to one of the most stressful lives in human history? Does anyone else realize that hearing the grown-ups nag about how we're supposed to stay in school and out of trouble is as rage-inducing as them sitting on their tail end every day while the world destroys itself in never-ending cycles of war?
No one...literally no one out there is able to come up with an answer to any of these questions? Shame... Shame on me for actually believing in Noland when he continues to fight for these answers while people like our grandmother continues to disrupt the household with her constant banter about how he should cut out the "hero business" because she wants him to be safe, thereby completely nullifying the purpose of having someone capable step up to fight in place of the weaklings we call law enforcement. They apparently don't have a problem striking down "their community" and not being held responsible for it, so what's stopping them from having the same behavior towards our enemies? There's such a huge inconsistency with the police department nowadays that makes me question how people can even have the opinion that what the Resistors are doing is sending a bad message to the community where they could potentially cause children to think they're crime fighters and participate in activities that'll get them hurt or killed. If they're not going to do it, then why can't we? They won't take care of business, so someone has to do it.
Speaking of which, Grandma was still talking about how disappointed she is in him behind his back, especially after this last incident that got us all cramped together in this shelter. What took place was a catastrophic event beyond scale. All I can recall before disaster struck was doing the scarce amount of homework that I was assigned that day in my room before hearing Grandma stomp across the first floor of the house talking to herself about what Noland did a couple of hours prior to me actually getting back. Noland had reportedly told her that he was going out with the other Resistors to hunt Nero. As you could expect from her after watching him assault Karen, she was furious at the thought of him doing this and forbade him from doing so. She even had the audacity to say that he was being too much like his father, and she was worried that he might get into trouble both in the legal form and physically. As you could probably tell from the way I'm saying this, their relationship has been awfully strained since the Pack's appearance. I was under the impression she was beginning to have more confidence in Noland's abilities after watching him win the state championship, but it apparently wasn't enough to make her comfortable with him hunting Terrorists again. I was expecting Noland to ignore it like he usually does and let me do the talking since I'm usually his ticket out, but this time was a little different. The comment about our dad, Vince, made him angry, so he began to power up with that strange energy. As much as I probably shouldn't have, I came downstairs just in time before the energy was used to move her out of the way to ask her if being like him was such a bad thing.
Grandma didn't like the fact that I was running my mouth in something that was theoretically none of my business, so she dismissed me back upstairs. Noland immediately put his hand up in a motion to where I could understand that he didn't want me to move, and then countered with the statement that I asked her a question. She took it as a rude remark, which it was, and attempted to go on this long tirade of how she gracefully took them in after Vince asked her to and- Pause. She didn't go much further than that. Noland interrupted that entire rant and told her that she should already know how things are if she was already aware of what he was capable of. He stated that there will always be naysayers who doubt the power of the people keeping them safe, and he was ashamed that one of them had to be her. He speculated that Vince was most likely treated the same way and shamed her for it before walking out of the house with Drago by his side. Unfortunately, that fire starter of a family problem was the last I saw of my older brother. In just two hours after he left, Dark Bakugan scattered all over the place. The military came into all of our neighborhoods, ordered us to stop whatever it is that we were doing, evacuate the houses, and be transported to safety due to the Pack invasion by "Pack Man", which was actually a nickname I created for the perpetrator behind this madness since I thought it was funny. We all did what they asked without question, but we were attacked by what they called an Asmodeus. He knocked down the fortified transport vehicle we were in, which did cause some people some injuries. All I got was a bruised arm from making sure Grandma didn't receive too much force from it, but I was okay. Somehow, the military distracted the Asmodeus long enough for us to make it to a hidden bunker of some kind where we're all stuck smelling each other's grief for the next few days unless either the Pack is defeated or if they are somehow willing to not kill us.
No one...literally no one out there is able to come up with an answer to any of these questions? Shame... Shame on me for actually believing in Noland when he continues to fight for these answers while people like our grandmother continues to disrupt the household with her constant banter about how he should cut out the "hero business" because she wants him to be safe, thereby completely nullifying the purpose of having someone capable step up to fight in place of the weaklings we call law enforcement. They apparently don't have a problem striking down "their community" and not being held responsible for it, so what's stopping them from having the same behavior towards our enemies? There's such a huge inconsistency with the police department nowadays that makes me question how people can even have the opinion that what the Resistors are doing is sending a bad message to the community where they could potentially cause children to think they're crime fighters and participate in activities that'll get them hurt or killed. If they're not going to do it, then why can't we? They won't take care of business, so someone has to do it.
Speaking of which, Grandma was still talking about how disappointed she is in him behind his back, especially after this last incident that got us all cramped together in this shelter. What took place was a catastrophic event beyond scale. All I can recall before disaster struck was doing the scarce amount of homework that I was assigned that day in my room before hearing Grandma stomp across the first floor of the house talking to herself about what Noland did a couple of hours prior to me actually getting back. Noland had reportedly told her that he was going out with the other Resistors to hunt Nero. As you could expect from her after watching him assault Karen, she was furious at the thought of him doing this and forbade him from doing so. She even had the audacity to say that he was being too much like his father, and she was worried that he might get into trouble both in the legal form and physically. As you could probably tell from the way I'm saying this, their relationship has been awfully strained since the Pack's appearance. I was under the impression she was beginning to have more confidence in Noland's abilities after watching him win the state championship, but it apparently wasn't enough to make her comfortable with him hunting Terrorists again. I was expecting Noland to ignore it like he usually does and let me do the talking since I'm usually his ticket out, but this time was a little different. The comment about our dad, Vince, made him angry, so he began to power up with that strange energy. As much as I probably shouldn't have, I came downstairs just in time before the energy was used to move her out of the way to ask her if being like him was such a bad thing.
Grandma didn't like the fact that I was running my mouth in something that was theoretically none of my business, so she dismissed me back upstairs. Noland immediately put his hand up in a motion to where I could understand that he didn't want me to move, and then countered with the statement that I asked her a question. She took it as a rude remark, which it was, and attempted to go on this long tirade of how she gracefully took them in after Vince asked her to and- Pause. She didn't go much further than that. Noland interrupted that entire rant and told her that she should already know how things are if she was already aware of what he was capable of. He stated that there will always be naysayers who doubt the power of the people keeping them safe, and he was ashamed that one of them had to be her. He speculated that Vince was most likely treated the same way and shamed her for it before walking out of the house with Drago by his side. Unfortunately, that fire starter of a family problem was the last I saw of my older brother. In just two hours after he left, Dark Bakugan scattered all over the place. The military came into all of our neighborhoods, ordered us to stop whatever it is that we were doing, evacuate the houses, and be transported to safety due to the Pack invasion by "Pack Man", which was actually a nickname I created for the perpetrator behind this madness since I thought it was funny. We all did what they asked without question, but we were attacked by what they called an Asmodeus. He knocked down the fortified transport vehicle we were in, which did cause some people some injuries. All I got was a bruised arm from making sure Grandma didn't receive too much force from it, but I was okay. Somehow, the military distracted the Asmodeus long enough for us to make it to a hidden bunker of some kind where we're all stuck smelling each other's grief for the next few days unless either the Pack is defeated or if they are somehow willing to not kill us.