Angelic Demons

Jon sat on his bunk, looking out to the stars, wondering if he would ever see the outside world.

"Jon!"

"Yeah Kyle?", Jon turned to see Kyle's face, he looked terrified.

"It's 'time'."

"Oh..." was all Jon could manage to say "time" meant that two of them would have to fight to the death, and the survivor would become a guard to the facility.

"Do you know who's fighting?", Jon asked.

Kyle looked somber.

"It's... me and you."

"It's okay, I'm ready to die."

"What do you mean, we have to fight!", Kyle exclaimed

"And we will, but you're going to win."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom put me in charge of you, told me to make sure you'll live."

"No... I'm not going to kill you Jon maybe... maybe we can hide or..."

Jon put his hand on his little brothers shoulder. "It's okay, I'll see you at the arena."

Kyle stood in shock. He didn't want to kill, especially not his brother. He had to obey though, he slowly started to go down the stairs of the ship trying to think of some way to stall.

As he walked people would look at him with pity, they all had to kill, but that was his brother.

The arena was down in the engine room a small circle formed by scraps and that was it, it looked simple, but it still left people fearful. 

As Kyle entered the room he noticed Jon, already standing in the center of the arena. Kyle felt horrible had watched these fights before, but he never thought his day would come...

The arena was already being surrounded by other teens and guards with faces of sorrow. Except Evolas, he was a large burly with a thick beard and a large inhuman smile on his face.

"Fight.", his voice echoed throughout the room.

Kyle didn't want to fight his brother, he was his only family. Jon knew this, but another thing he know was that he couldn't fight against his survival instinct, and he would use that. Jon threw his fist towards Kyle, who made no effort to stop him. Again he hit Kyle, but this time he caused blood to dribble out of his nose, he tried to hit him again but this time Kyle was ready, he threw up his arm to absorb then hit, then jabbed his other into Jon's chest. Jon was proud of him, he knew how to fight back.

Jon lowered his arms, just enough so Evolas wouldn't get suspicious. He felt a strike to the face, then another, and another. He ignored the pain, he just needed to focused on his brother, he needed to live.

After another hit Jon collapsed and Kyle keeled over his face, he was unrecognizable at this point.

"Do it Kyle."

"I don-"

"Now."

Kyle put hands around Jon's neck and cloud his eyes. He could feel his brother's life fading away in his hands.

Evolas started to laugh after he heard Kyle weep over his dead brother.

"Take him.", He commanded the guards.

The guards took Kyle by the arms an dragged him into a room with a large operating table with straps and blood stains.

"No..."

Kyle tried to resist but the guards forced him face down on the table and strapped him in. Kyle could hear footsteps coming into the room.

"Great performance, really, that makes you one of us know", Evolas said.

"A monster?", Kyle asked with hatred.

"No.",Evolas answered as he grabbed a large carving knife from the table ,"A warrior."

Kyle felt something cold and sharp sink into his back. He tried to resist but the straps held him back. Kyle started to feel his warm blood leak of his back and pool on the table. He frantically started to kick his legs and arms in hope that the straps would come off, but no prevail.

Evolas put down bloody knife. There sat a large bloody W on the boy's back. He was a warrior now.

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Kyle sat on a chair in the Normandy's Shuttle bay admiring his modified helmet.

"Hey Asesino, you all right? You've haven't moved for like an hour now.", James called out to Kyle.

"I'm fine.", he looked back down at his helmet. ,"Just fine."