(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue. This is a sequel to a previous story. Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s. While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years. I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be. Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin. To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language. Enjoy?)
Fate lands on the top of the Yellowstone Bridge and takes a long look around. A boat is going under the bridge and seagulls are everywhere. Traffic is inching by at a normal New York pace, but it is for a different reason. Draveon is standing in the middle of the bridge and tosses cars around like they were toys.
“Looks like I get to have some fun already. Big boy is going down,” thinks Fate with a cruel grin. He makes a long jump off the bridge and hurtles toward the large man below him. They crash into each other with a massive amount of force and Fate manages to land on his feet. Draveon skids several yards away before stopping.
“I was wondering when I was going to meet up with you. Now, I want my sword back, child,” says Draveon as he gets up. Fate charges in with a savage punch to the man’s jaw. The force sends a loud boom through the air, but it only knocks Draveon’s head back.
Fate gets slammed through the bridge by a downward punched from Draveon. The guardian manages to grab onto a beam under the bridge before falling into the distant water. Draveon is just standing above the hole and laughing.
“Well, I can see that insanity has not made you any tougher. It has only made you reckless and foolish. Much like your friend. I don’t see why I should waste my time with you.”
“Because I was the one that took the sword of light from you. I was the first one that defeated you. Now, I’ll defeat you again,” yells Fate. He swings himself back through the hole and kicks Draveon in the stomach.
“All of those reasons are obsolete in the long run. I will have my sword back and one lose is not the worst thing in the cosmos. I’ve been told that it builds character to lose a fight. But then again, I don’t like that I lost to a skinny child like you.”
Draveon and Fate start trading blows on the bridge and each punch sends tremors through the structure. All of the people get out of their cars and run to the closest side as the bridge starts to crack. Neither of the immortals are aware of this while they continue beating on each other. Fate finally crescent kicks Draveon into the hole and grabs a leg before he falls.
“You aren’t getting away that easily,” laughs Fate.
“I was just about to say the same thing.” Draveon kicks free and bounces off a support beam toward one of the thick metal towers of the bridge. With an angry scream, he knocks down the tower and the bridge begins to crumble. Draveon uses his momentum to bounce back to the street where Fate is waiting for him. The Mars guardian is staring at him in shock.
“I can’t believe you just did that. What point is there to destroying this bridge when only the two of us are on it?” asks Fate.
“It’d make things a little more interesting for us. You scared?” Draveon grabs a fender off a nearby car and starts swinging it at Fate. He can’t hit the quicker immortal and manages to cut through a few support cables. Again the bridge lurches and Fate tumbles to the edge.
“This doesn’t make any sense. I’m gonna kill that crazy bastard before I lose it again,” whispers Fate as he gets to his feet. He turns around to see Draveon leaping off the other end of the bridge. A loud laugh is heard right before an enormous splash sends water into the air.
Fate is trying to figure out what is going on just as he looks below him. A boat is trying to get underneath the bridge and the falling rocks are coming close to crushing it. Fate mutters a curse under his breath before diving into the water. It takes a few seconds for him to clamber onto the boat and start looking for people.
“Where is everybody? There should at least be a captain on this boat,” says Fate as he catches a steel girder that is coming toward the ship. He looks to his right to see a handful of people swimming out of harm’s way.
“That’s nice. I come down here to save them and they save themselves. I feel like an idiot now.” Fate looks up in time to see a large chunk of the bridge falling toward him. The piece crashes into the ship and the entire thing sinks to the bottom along with the Mars guardian. He stays there and tries to think of what to do next before swimming to the surface.
“Time to go take care of my own house. Hydrana has to be around this city somewhere. It might be easier to take care of her than to save an empty boat,” thinks Fate. He looks up to see that most of the Yellowstone Bridge has collapsed into the water. All he does is shrug before getting to the closest shore and sprinting in the direction of Central Park.