Dangerous Days of Daniel X Fanfiction: Daniel X: Armageddon - 32. Selfishness or Sacrifice?
A Daniel XFanfic
by Sakura Martinez
It’s been a long time since I updated this fanfic. And, when I finally did get around to updating, I posted it first on my Tumblr account (sakuramartinezfanfics)…so yeah. This is a bit of a short chapter. And so will the next chapter (which I will also be posting first on said Tumblr account), and the chapter after that. But we’re almost done with this fanfic. So that’s exciting.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. And please don’t forget to review. 🙂
I do not own Daniel X, or the characters in that story. James Patterson owns the rights for them. What I do own is the idea for the fanfic and this fanfic itself.
The final battle has begun and it begun with the loss of a life. Daniel, with Khadagh’s knowledge and power, and with the rest of the drang must do everything in their power to put an end to the number one alien on The List before everyone that they care about is lost and before The Prayer puts his evil schemes into action. The battle for the universe and between good and evil culminates as The Prayer finally figures out a way to defeat, and ultimately kill, our hero. The road is tough, but Daniel and his drang are ready.
Daniel X: Armageddon
Selfishness or Sacrifice?
I was back in the deteriorating space in my inner psyche that Khadagh had made his home. The whole place looked as though someone has gotten hold of a paintbrush and black paint and had tried their hand at painting. Without the artistic capability to back them up. It looked worse than it did before. And I wondered if this had something to do with the trouble I had with my powers.
Khadagh, for the most part, didn’t look worse for the wear. Sure he looked as tired as I felt, and as worn down as the place he was living in, but he was still as sharp as he always had been. His eyes still had that determined flare in them. I should know, it was the look in my eyes that I was wearing as I faced him.
“Should I be worried that you’re back here, talking to me?” was Khadagh’s chosen greeting.
“You make it sound like I come here only when I’m up to something reckless.” I answered him back.
He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that always how it goes? I have yet to have you visit me to tell me something that doesn’t involve some crazy plan or some trouble brewing. You know, I would like to hear some inspiring stories or uplifting anecdotes once in a while.”
“Sorry, I don’t have something like that with me,” I sighed as I sat down next to him. “I need one myself, so if you happen to have something…”
I let my words trail off. I had a lot on my mind, and I knew Khadagh could tell. Unlike before, when he could easily read my thoughts, though, now there was something between us that kept him from doing so.
After a while of silence, Khadagh asked, “So, what is it? What reckless plan do you have up your sleeves that you seem to want my approval of?”
“Am I really that easy to read?” I chuckled. It was a stupid question to ask someone who is, basically, just another version of you.
Khadagh smirked at me, but didn’t say anything else. Which meant that he was waiting for me to continue. I sighed. I could already imagine what he was going to say afterwards.
“Blaleen’s already approved Dana,” I chose to start there. “She…Dana…just told me. She said she passed Blaleen’s challenge while I was away in Korin.”
“And why do you sound like you’re unhappy?” Khadagh asked. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Everyone knew what had gone down between her and Blaleen. But they chose to hide it from me. My drang, even my own grandmother.” I laughed bitterly. I decided not to answer his question, or to affirm his observation. “The only reason Dana decided to share it with me was because we had a fight. A…misunderstanding.”
“She must have a reason why she hid it from you,” Khadagh spoke carefully. “Dana is never one to act irrationally. Even when I had her brainwashed and under my control, that part of her was always clear.”
“She did have her reasons,” I conceded. “She said she didn’t want me to lose focus on what was most important at the moment. She implied that I wasn’t just hers. That I belong to the alliance. I have my responsibilities with them and I needed to focus on that. She decided, for both of us, that our Union should wait.”
“You do realize that those are good arguments,” Khadagh said. “She is weighing everything out. I’m amazed she had it in her to even put off what you have both wanted for so long.”
“That’s not the point,” I almost growled. I wasn’t blind or stupid. I could see that Dana really did have good reasons.
“Then tell me what is, because I am at a loss,” Khadagh said with a sigh. “I honestly thought you would have come to the same conclusion as her.”
“She didn’t talk to me about it. She didn’t trust me enough to make the right call. It’s like she didn’t even believe I could balance it.” I ran a frustrated hand over my head. “Isn’t communication supposed to be an important part of any relationship? Blaleen accepting her is a big deal. A very big deal. She should have told me. We should have come to a decision together. It should be under our own terms, and not because of some war.”
I didn’t think Khadagh would have the gall to laugh at me at that moment, until he did. I gave him a stink eye. He apologized, yet chuckled for a while longer.
“You’re telling me you didn’t like the fact that she was hiding something from you. That she chose to keep silent, instead of sharing these with you.” I didn’t see what was funny with that, but Khadagh thought it was. When he had completely stopped laughing, he looked me dead in the eye with the most serious expression I have ever seen him wore and said, “You, Daniel X, are a hypocrite.”
“Tell me: who was it that had kept the problems with his power a secret until the he had no choice but to tell someone about it, but at the same time still keeps it a secret from everyone else? Who is still keeping whatever happened at Korin, about Anieko, a secret? Who is keeping his emotions, his thoughts, all bottled up instead of sharing it with people who can help him through it and be physically there for him?” I can tell Khadagh was on a roll, his voice rising with every addition to the list he was making. “Everyone is entitled to their own secrets, Daniel. Especially if they are keeping it a secret for the sake of the one they love. You are doing the same thing. And that little plan—which, by the way, I believe to be the most idiotic and reckless plan you ever came up with—in your head? It’s the most selfish and conceited thing ever.”
I grit my teeth. I knew what he was saying was true and I was being stubborn.
“You don’t even know what I intend to do,” I retorted. “You can’t read my mind. Not anymore.”
“I don’t need to be able to read your mind,” he said. “I know what you’re planning to do. And I know that you’re not going to let anyone dissuade you. I am you. And I would think of doing the same thing.”
“Then why are you against it?” I shouted at him as I stood up.
“Because, as I have said, it is stupid and selfish. You’re not thinking straight. Heck, I doubt you’re even thinking at all.” His tone was calm even if his words were not. “You may think you’re doing it for them. You think it’s for the right reasons. But the truth is it’s not. The only thing you’re going to accomplish is getting yourself killed. If that happens, what then?”
“If I end up being killed,” I said slowly. “Then I will make sure I take The Prayer and Abaddon along with me.”
As soon as I uttered those words, I severed the connection between Khadagh and myself. My mind was already set.
It didn’t take much to know that Daniel was still angry with me and my decision to keep the truth about Blaleen’s acceptance from him. Even the others knew that something was wrong between us, though they were respectful not to ask me about it.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the least bit frustrated with him as well. He doesn’t talk to me unless it had something to do with strategies and battle plans, war resources, and the likes. We needed to talk about everything, especially about us. But he was doing his best to keep that from happening. I have never wanted to strangle him so badly…until now.
Apart from keeping his feelings all to himself, he was also hiding something else. I could tell. I know Daniel. It wasn’t that hard not to figure that out. Even though I wanted to ask him, to get him to open up, I found myself at a lost as to what to say.
Knowing that he was up to something frightened me. It made me worried. All I could do was silently watch over him, make sure he didn’t do something reckless. But I have a feeling—this strange, precognitive feeling—he was going to do something reckless, even on my watch. No, maybe he was going to do something especially on my watch.
I could feel I was running out of time. My powers are almost non-existent. I haven’t gotten them to work ever since I spoke with Khadagh. I doubt the argument we had would have anything to do with it. The only thing I have going for me are my superhuman strength and speed, as well as my heightened senses. If I wanted to go through with my plan—which I do—I needed to put it into action soon.
I had made preparations, not just for myself but for those I would be leaving behind. I have prepared everything: the battle plans, the resources, everything the Alliance would need for the battle they would be facing from here on out. I’ve also held council meetings after council meetings, busying myself to the point where I feel like I’m living and breathing the war itself. It was the least I could do. After all, I don’t know how long I would be gone…or if I would even be returning at all.
Everything I did—everything I was doing—wasn’t easy. Not being able to tell my drang, especially Dana, was painfully hard. Even more so having to act cold towards her. But I told myself I was doing it for them. I was doing it to keep myself from being distracted from the task at hand. Even when Khadagh’s words were still echoing in my mind. Even when, at the back of my mind, I was questioning myself.
I heard someone once say that sometimes, we have to make sacrifices. That we can’t always save everyone. That there’s a difference between a loss and a sacrifice. A sacrifice is a choice we make. A loss is a choice made for us. And that was what I was doing: making a choice. One I hope would pay off.
A month after speaking with Khadagh, I was ready. Or, at least, as ready as I’ll ever be. As soon as night fell, I slipped out of my room, careful not to make any noise. Every step I took, I half expected someone—Willy, Dana, or Pole—to suddenly leave their room and find me fully-armed with Azran pistols and with a large pack slung over my back. I could only breathe a sigh of relief when I managed to get out of the house undetected.
I wasn’t done yet. I needed to get slip past every guard, every warrior, every single living soul still up at that hour, and get to the hangar where I had my very own space cruiser (which was something I had asked the Azrans to make for me) waiting. It was a lot more challenging. I had to remember everything I know about the aliens we had allied ourselves with, and remember the angle and positioning of the security cameras, using the knowledge to keep myself from getting caught. By the time I got to the hangar, I had wasted a lot of time and I was already exhausted.
Thankfully, the hangar was empty. I immediately made a beeline for the space cruiser. Dumping my stuff near the entrance to the cockpit, I quickly placed a hand over the scanner to get the engine running. Then, I remotely hacked the hangar’s computer to grant me permission to take off. It wasn’t hard, and I was glad the cruiser’s engines were quiet.
I gripped the cruiser’s control column tightly, my knuckles turning white. I couldn’t let myself look back, because even if I had already made my choice, there’s still a large part of me that does want to turn back. And so, I kept my eyes trailed forward, checking the flight deck and the instrument panel one more time and making sure that all systems were a ‘Go’. Then I turned the communications and the tracking systems off. Once that was done, I pushed the throttle forward and steered the space cruiser out of the hangar, the planet, and into space.
I didn’t know where, exactly, The Prayer or Abaddon was. Our scouts and spies couldn’t give their location. But I already had a destination in mind and a plan on how to lure them out. I was going to finish this war fueled by the desire for revenge of hundreds of alien races that The Prayer had wrong…or die trying.