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Fly Winds
By Tsukato Mirimota











The desolate streets were a hazy crimson red and the symphony of shots rang out as though there was a sick maestro leading an orchestra on a killing spree. The distinct whistle in the air just before a bomb touched the concrete jungle was constant and the explosions intense.
After a while the shots would get to a person, that regular frequent badda-badda of a semi or full automatic weapon was deafening in the shell shock ears of an ordinary human being who could only think what had led up to now? Why wasn’t at that single solitary moment in time, he or she watching T.V. where this was happening to someone else. That way was easier. That way one could turn off their television and erase the horrid thoughts from their minds, so desensitized they were.
The war itself didn’t come as a surprise to anyone in Helios. Everyone on the planet of Escaloi knew that Helios, a nation of millions and Teron, a recently established nation, were at the end of their strings with each other. Teron diplomats had demanded the World Confederation of Escaloi, W.C.E make Helios give a rather large chunk of its acquired colonies to Teron since it was small. Of course, Helios tried to negate their demand saying that Teron’s population was small and didn’t need that land.
The W.C.E agreed with Helios and its reasoning. Teron didn’t need the space right now. Truth of it was that all the nations of the world, Onlie, Kalnot, Lasid and Helios knew Teron was a military nation intent on producing weapons that could endanger the lives of the people of Escaloi. They’d already started on their air force which was impressive compared to the rest of the world.
For years after the decision, Teron has made threats towards the other nations but focused on Helios. The Teronian king Alowai was taken seriously and Helios had beefed up its security measures to protect its President and itself. The thing was no one had expected Alowai to ambush them as his army did.
One morning, in the shank of the morning, the citizens of Helios heard planes overhead one second and then the bombing started and the Teronian troops were inserted into the country to start a war that would live in infamy.

Dessik walked through the streets barely seeing anything beyond how far out his hand could go. He was tired and his back ached. And the child hanging onto him didn’t change anything. The kid was dozing and that was good because the whole day he’d been crying. He could have let any Teronian know their position.
He’d moved slowly and on the very edge of the street, taking alleys if he could. The Teronian army had weapons that stunned and ones that electrocuted and they weren’t distinguishing between civilians and military officers. Before he’d picked up the child, he’d been in a group traveling towards an emergency shelter when a group of four scouts came up upon them from nowhere. He’d seen twenty die before him and then he ran. He ran as far and as fast as his feet could take him. He was ashamed of himself. He could fight.
He had a problem though because the Teronians were looking for his kind. Dessik could manipulate the air around him with his mind. There were many others who were the same and others who could do other things. Most of them died. Some of them killed themselves when the ambush came. They’d known the Teronians would use their bodies and their abilities against people and would not stand for it. Plus they were easy to identify. The government saw fit to mark the exceptional beings on the planet with a mark of an arrow placed on the backs pointing up towards the skull, where the power was.
He could levitate himself with his power and would have used it already but the thing was the sky was littered with aircraft just ready to blow him apart or worse capture him. He did however clear out the air every once in awhile to relieve his eyes of straining to see through the haze.
No one knew what the haze was really. Some said the Teronians brought it with them to confuse the people but worse some thought that the haze was blood. Whatever it was, it stained the clothes and the skin eventually. Soon anyone you saw looked like something from another planet.
The child on his back moved a little, shifting to find a more comfortable spot on his back. He’d picked the boy up on the street after the massacre. He’d been trying to find a place to hide when he saw the boy and his mother’s dead body behind a dumpster. He was crying his heart out as he clutched to his mother’s shirt, shaking her, trying to make her get up.
It had taken Dessik forever to get the boy to be quiet and to get him to come along with him. He just wasn’t going to leave him there for a Teronian to get to him. At first, the boy, Tim, the five year old had told Dessik his name, was reluctant to leave his mother but he’d gotten the boy to trust him and stay calm.
They’d been walking for hours and hours and then Tim had fallen asleep, something Dessik desperately needed. He’d taken another alleyway and had cleared the air a little in front of him when, all of a sudden, the boy was snatched from his back. He whirled around to see who it was and a black skin suit clad being was standing there in front of him. And then catching movement in the corner of his eye, he turned his head and saw several barrels pointed at him.
He pushed the air out some more and emerging from the clouds of haze was a small army of about fifty men and women were surrounding him. They were dressed the same way that the one in front of him was dressed. They all wore the latest in head gear in the armed forces. It was a helmet that did all the things a regular one did, but the military had figured that the best way to win is to scare. And so, then went the production of skull helmets. They sounded the exact way they looked. Some looked exactly like skulls while some looked like there was no eyes. They’d definitely done their job, because Dessik’s heart was pumping.
They had the liquid armor pads, the infra-red glasses built into their helmets along with the newest small arms, rifles, and semi-automatics. Several lasers trailed around his body, diligently trained on the spot between his eyes.
“Where’s the child at?” Dessik asked not sure if they could hear him through the constant artillery off in the distance.
The one who seemed to take charge removed his helmet and the surprise of his life was appearing before him. His best friend from high school, Manc, was smiling at him. “What have you been up to, Dessik?”
They shook hands quickly, quickly feeling unfamiliar with each other. Manc had changed. He’d started growing a beard and mustache when he was high school but it was shaved clean as well as his head. “I could ask you the same, Manc? Wanna introduce me to your friends?” Thinking about it, something else had changed. Not something one could see though. He’d had eyes of someone who’d seen too much, sad eyes.
“Yeah, let’s get you somewhere safe, first.” He motioned Dessik to his side and they, along with the other men and women moved silently, further into the alleyway which seemed to go on forever. Then they arrived at a building at the end of the alleyway where Manc opened the door for him. When he stepped in, it was like stepping into a military base. Then, he thought, that because it was.
There were people working on various things on rows of computers when he first stepped in and noticed many floors worth of them. Then, farther back there was apparently training going on for new renegades. That’s all they could be. Renegades or deserters who decided to come back at the end of the fight or rebels. And speaking of rebels…
“Where is the boy at?”
“One of my men took him into a daycare we have set up a few yards away from this building. Is the child yours?” Manc asked. The rebels behind him dispersed to go do different things.
“No, but I’ve been taking care of him since his mother died. Are you sure he’s going to be fine?”
A woman from nowhere shoves into him and knocked him of balance. “Move it, bud.” She said as she moved close to Manc and demanded a report and who the hell Dessik was.
Dessik straightened himself out and glared at the woman and then could help but stare. Damn it, she was beautiful. She wore one of those black rubber skin suits as well but it did her far more justice. Her long black hair was loose and trailing down her back except for two locks of hair in the front died chestnut brown. And her eyes, her eyes were the most beautiful gray color he’d ever seen and there were golden brown flecks of color in them as well.
He was sure his jaw was hanging as low as the floor and her expression told her so. “Are ya done, jack-off?” she threw at him, making him snap to.
“Not just yet, one sec.” He had to admit he was one cocky b*****d when he said that and circled her, assessing her a**…ests. “Yeah, I’m done now.” He wished he wasn’t covered in the red haze residue and had better clothes on other than his once white tunic and loose tan slacks.
“Is he kidding?” She said to Manc. He shook his head, fighting back a fit of laughter. “What is he here for?” She sneered at him and Dessik smiled back.
“Thought I’d keep him safe for the time being. A good friend I picked up off the streets,” Manc answered.
“He doesn’t have any use to me or the rest of the free world, so you can put him back where you found him.” The woman was a little cold, Dessik deduced.
“I think I will get a say in whether I get to stay or go. I am valuable. I have a photographic memory.” He tapped his head, smiling at Manc. “I can tell you that you don’t come from Helios. Lasid, I am sure. Your name is Myythrynn. No last name, was your choice. Test tube baby, specialty child, made by Logicorp, for the specific purpose of counter-terrorist tactics, the bar code on your neck is 174593206, your code name is ‘Red Ice Dragon’. Your creation date is 12/04/3012, you are now twenty-five, you had complications during your birth, reports say you are genius with a complex that makes you see things from all points of view… Shall I go on, because I can let Manc here know some things about you no one else knows.”
“So, the only thing you are good for is spying. I have plenty of spies who are just doing great. I need soldiers, I need fighters, not someone who’s good to hide in the shadows at the first sign of trouble.” She retorted, angry he knew more about her than she about him.
“I’m pretty good with a sword, or a staff. But, I don’t like guns.”
“Maybe, you should tell her now.” Manc butted in, hitting Dessik in the side.
“And I am a wave bender. As in, air.” He made a solid space of air, shaped like a hand and cupped her chin with it.