Falling for You in 48 Hours（5）
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It was General Valerius, a decorated war hero... officially listed as killed in action during the Peace of Cygnus according years ago.
"Surprised?" Valerius's voice was a silken, venomous thing.
His eyes scanned the trapped group before landing squarely on Gareth. "Especially you, Gareth. I've been looking forward to this reunion."
Gareth's expression remained an unreadable mask, though his grip tightened minutely on his rifle.
"Valerius," he said, his voice dangerously calm, a stark contrast to the humming energy fields. "You shouldn't have chosen this path."
Any pretense of solemnity vanished from Valerius's face, replaced by a fury stoked by old, festering wounds.
"WHY? For justice? You dare lecture me about justice, Gareth?" he hissed, his voice dripping with decades of resentment.
"Back in the Resistance, I was one step away from the Supreme Commander's chair! I could have led us to true victory—forged a stronger, greater new order!"
He took a menacing step forward, the erratic light of the energy fields playing over his contorted features. "But you... You, the ever-loyal, ever-'righteous' Gareth, you uncovered my plans. You were going to expose me, leave me in ruins."
A sharp, mocking laugh escaped him, the sound cracking through the air like broken glass.
"But you never saw it coming, did you? That glorious 'accident'... my ship exploding, vanishing into stardust
without a trace!" His eyes widened, gleaming with unstable fervor. "The entire galaxy mourned the heroic sacrifice of Valerius. Poems were written. Speeches were given. Even you..."
He pointed a trembling, accusatory finger, "And you... you righteous, honorable fool... even you believed it! You stood there at my memorial, didn't you? You mourned me!"
His voice climbed, thick with twisted triumph. "And now look! Here I stand. I no longer need to scrabble for power from the shadows. The Vakar Dynasty appreciates my vision! They've given me a real stage for my ambitions—real power, not the hollow 'ideals' the Resistance used to chain us with!"
"And look at you. Still shackled to a dying cause, playing bodyguard to a naive little princeling... while I have seized the power to truly command my destiny. So tell me, who is the real victor here?"
Gareth's eyes turned cold and sharp as ice, the old, fragmented suspicions snapping into a horrifyingly clear picture. The noble "sacrifice" had been nothing but a meticulously planned ruse.
"I see," Gareth's voice was low, cold, and utterly devoid of doubt, brimming instead with pure contempt. "So you sold the last of your honor to become a tyrant's attack dog. Valerius, you never understood the first thing about true power."
Those icy words were a needle to Valerius's inflated ego. His triumph evaporated, replaced by sheer, unhinged rage.
"You know NOTHING!" he roared, his last thread of composure snapping. He launched himself forward in a blind, violent lunge.
His charge was cut short as Gareth moved. It wasn't a grand gesture, just a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head—a pre-arranged signal. Instantly, two of his trapped soldiers opened fire, not at Valerius, but at the shimmering gravity emitters on the left wall.
The distraction was all Gareth needed. He became a blur of lethal motion, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.
The trap erupted into a battlefield.
The alternating gravity wells turned every movement into a gamble. Soldiers fired from stumbling, unsteady positions. At the center, Gareth and Valerius clashed in a brutal dance—Gareth's controlled, powerful strikes parrying against Valerius's wild, enhanced ferocity.
For a moment, amidst the chaos, the Resistance's sheer audacity seemed enough to turn the tide.
But Valerius was never alone. High in the shadows of the vaulted ceiling, a hidden sniper had been waiting for the perfect shot.
As Gareth executed a sharp twist, disarming Valerius and sending him stumbling back, he left his flank exposed for one critical second.
A high-pitched whine sliced through the din—the sound of a charged particle beam rifle—BUT, Gareth, focused solely on his opponent, never heard it.
But Felix did.
A blur of ragged blond hair and pale limbs shot across Gareth's peripheral vision. With strength he never knew he possessed, Felix slammed into Gareth, shoving him sideways with the full weight of his body.
The searing beam meant for Gareth's heart struck Felix high in the shoulder instead. The impact spun him around with a sickening, silent force before he crumpled to the floor.
The world froze. The gunfire, the shouts, the hum of the gravity fields—everything faded into a dull, roaring silence for Gareth.
His eyes widened, locked on the small, motionless form at his feet, the fabric around the wound already darkening with blood. Valerius's manic laughter echoed somewhere, but Gareth didn't hear it.
All he could see was Felix.
Felix's head lifted slightly, his face pale but illuminated by a faint, defiant grin that revealed a glimpse of sharp canine teeth.
His voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the chaos with startling clarity. "I'm alright."
Gareth felt something unfamiliar and fierce swell in his chest—a sudden, tight ache that was gone before he could name it. He had no time for feelings; he was a soldier, a leader, and emotions were a luxury he couldn't afford. Still, the sight of Felix smiling through the pain lodged itself in his mind like a splinter.
Around them, the other Resistance fighters had frozen for a heartbeat, stunned by the boy's act. Then Felix drew a sharp breath, and with a voice stronger than any of them expected, he shouted:
"For the Resistance! Till the last star burns out!"
It was like igniting a fuse.
A roar erupted from the trapped soldiers—a wave of fury and renewed determination. The gravity labyrinth seemed to shudder under the force of their rallying cry. They charged forward, no longer stumbling captives but warriors unleashed.
As the battle surged around him, Felix leaned back against a shimmering energy barrier, momentarily shielded from the worst of the fighting.
In his mind, he muttered, "System, what was that? I didn't even think—I just moved."
[The Heroism Acceleration System operates on instinct. Your subconscious response aligned perfectly with heroic parameters. Current Heroic Recognition Level: 80%.]
Felix sighed inwardly, a mix of exasperation and awe. So you just... take over my body when it's time to be dramatic?
[Yes.]
He allowed himself a faint smile as he watched the soldiers fight with reckless, inspired courage. For a moment, he lost himself in the raw energy of it—the blur of motion, the shouts, the pulse of hope where there had been none.
But then he felt a gaze heavy with intensity.
He looked up and found Gareth staring right at him from across the chaos. Those steel-colored eyes were sharp, penetrating—almost predatory.
Felix's breath hitched. Does he know something's off?
But then, just as suddenly, Gareth's expression shifted. The intensity melted into something else—something warmer and startlingly vivid.
A fierce, almost wild smile touched his lips, a look of unwavering approval and something deeper, something Felix couldn't quite place. Then Gareth turned back to the fight, movements sharper and more lethal than before.
Felix exhaled shakily, his heart still racing.
System, he thought, slightly dazed. Does Gareth have some kind of problem with me?
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