*EDITED* 07/31/14 PLEASE READ FIRST!

After a lot of thinking, I've decided to revise, and intensely edit this story. I found that there are tons of mistakes, and unnecessary content in the story. I've never claimed myself as a professional writer, and I never will, I simply write for fun. But I do wish to improve and better the quality of my stories. That being said, I'm taking all the necessary time to provide that.

When I post the revised chapters, it will most likely have the words *EDITED* and the date it was posted on top, that's how you'll know if it's been changed or not. I'm not suggesting you re-read the story if you already have, I have no plans on changing the plot, I just decided to make a couple of changes for a more desirable and easy read. If you haven't read this story yet, then welcome, and all I ask is to be patient for the newer, and improved chapters.


Detroit Deluxe, a society which claims to be perfect, safe, and the sun inevitably always shines. Not surprisingly, it took most of Abraham Kane's life to get to where he currently stands; ruling over the perfect city, bringing the best in technology and medical advancements to his citizens. People respected and admired him; a true leader to the Deluxian society, where they would prefer to live clean, and even follow a mandatory dress code if it meant keeping them safe from the hell pit that was Motorcity. Opposites, if you would call it that.

Unlike Deluxe, Motorcity was dark, filthy, un-sanitized, polluted and unhealthy, but most of all, it was dangerous. Filled with criminals as Abraham Kane would always recall; reminding its citizens of the darkness that habited beneath the clean and perfect world that was all his. Bulked with trash, unstable homes and buildings, fattening food that would probably make you sick just by smelling it, and cars… Something that Deluxe did not have was cars. From the start, Kane made sure to ban the transportation vehicles from his precious city; he had a troubled past with them. Instead, the leader provided a safer method for citizens to travel around the city. A hovering pod.

He sold Motorcity as a sickening and death threatening place, and if any Deluxian should decide to venture down there, he/she would automatically be punished. It was his way or no way at all. He didn't care for Motorcity, if anything he wished to remove it from his problems, to erase it from the phase of the earth, of course that was quite difficult, since that would threaten his beloved city as well. Of course that would be rhetorically speaking. What he really wanted was to get rid of those who opposed his choice for a better lifestyle, and either lock them up or eliminate them at the spot. The man never took rejection well, but as expected, there were people down in Motorcity who disagreed to his choices.

There were different gangs that fought for Motorcity, though not all of them fought for the same purpose. It's one of the main reasons why they marked territories, and tried their best to respect each other's positions and purpose. One of them in particular was of great interest to Kane, the Burners… Motorcity's most well known freedom fighters, and even though Kane knew that they had nothing compared to his level of expertise and weapons, he still wanted to eliminate them.

He marked the Burners for life as Detroit Deluxe's most wanted criminals for various reasons: They brought people hope, hope that made the motorcitizens, and even deluxians believe of a better tomorrow; freedom without Abraham Kane. They've won a couple of battles, and Kane seemed very surprised at how they've managed to out stand him, made a fool out of his technology and armada. And so, he's dedicated himself into building a stronger army, bots, and even weapons to take over the dark city and its filthy Burners. Because how dare them mock his leadership in front of his own people? After all he was just trying to help build a better world for everyone to live in.

Today was special for Abraham Kane, and he was up bright and early, beautiful mandatory day out as always. Strutting thoughtfully along the corridors of Kane Co's Cadet Training Facility, Kane examined his cadet's skills and moves as they trained. He watched as some of them wrestled each other for combat training, how others preferred to work on their strength by lifting weights, and how a couple ran for miles and miles on top of a white hovering treadmill, even though their lungs begged for a break they wouldn't stop, not now; they had to surpass Kane's expectations. And that was exactly what he wanted, stronger and willing soldiers; the best to bring down Motorcity and its pesky Burners.

After passing most of his cadet's training stations, Kane stopped in one particular room. A simulating room covered in clear glass for public viewing. Not many possessed the skills or knew how to properly train with it, Kane thought, but the teen inside appeared to be an expert of the source. Kane smirked, as he watched how the cadet jumped, dodged and shot back at its holographic opponent with his laser rifle, letting out a shout of victory as the hologram disappeared to bits from his more than perfect aimed shot. The leader couldn't help it, he smiled and clapped, amazed by his physical and mental skills. Of all his cadets this boy was the one who exceeded in training exercises, he could easily outrank him if he would let him, but there were limits. He knew this boy's potential, and what good it would bring to have him by his side, he just had that spark that he needed.

The cadet panted as he watched a replay of his moves, carefully examining his previous exercise; moves, shots, the way he hit the targets, all of them flawless, so much that his jaw dropped slightly in shock, his eyes widened at his virtual twin while he kicked "virtual butt" as he would always express.

"Well done, Cadet Chilton!" Congratulated Kane with pride as he entered the room.

Catching the teen off guard, he gasped and jumped nervously on his spot, immediately turning to meet his guest. "Mr. Kane!" He called, and quickly saluted with a perfect posture. Sweat trickling down his cheek and neck, his brown hair completely matted with sweat, and he was nowhere near decent to pass a personal uniform inspection.

"At ease, Cadet!" Responded Kane, smiling proudly at the teen, causing Mike's posture to loosen up a bit. "Those were some impressive moves you've got there son, you know… You always seem to amaze me every time I come across you…"

Mike smiled at his words; flattered by the kind praise, he's always received positive compliments from his comrades, but hearing them come from Kane himself always made him feel like he'd already reached his highest goals. It felt like winning a marathon. He's always tried his best to be the exemplary soldier; never getting into trouble, or either fixing a problem whenever it presented itself. He'd been rewarded with higher ranks because of his knowledge and skills, and Kane himself knew that he was more than ready for a position in leadership. It was time to reward his precious trophy soldier once again, after all there was no denying it, he was his favorite of the bunch; a true defender, and yet his most priced weapon.

He placed a supporting hand on Mike's shoulder, and the cadet glanced up to meet Kane's gaze. "Go hit the showers, cadet, that's enough training for you today, I expect to see you later at the award ceremony." He said, smiling warmly at him.

"Yes, Sir!" Replied the cadet as Kane took a step back, and resumed his walk through the corridor.

Chilton smiled and sighed, carelessly throwing a sweat towel across his shoulder as he made his way towards the locker rooms.

It wasn't very common of motorcitizens to huddle up together, and watch Deluxe's big announcements, they just didn't had a choice. Kane was very determined to let everyone know; (motorcitizens included) of his great achievements; bragging about the new changes and updates that were being made to his perfect city. The Holo-TV's that existed down in Motorcity only transmitted Deluxe's mandatory programming, (Unless you were the Duke of Detroit of course, who knew how to hack his way through the transmission signals to bring a bit of his joyful entertaining self to the Motorcity masses…) and while most might find it boring, it was the only thing they had. People thought that the impulsive action was probably Kane's technique of impressing the motorcitizens, in hopes of bribing them to give in to him and Deluxe.

"Sickening…" Expressed a dark skinned young man at the thought, he glanced back at was he was currently working on, and pulled back his protective mask down. Picking his airbrush, he continued to spray the white paint over a couple of scratches that sadly adorned his car.

"Tell me about it! I'm sick of getting forced to watch these stupid Kane announcements…" Added a muscle built boy, dressed in a black race suit, accented with red flames as details. "Why can't Texas just shove Kane's messages up his ass? Then he would be the one stuck with his own annoying messages!" He chuckled at his comment hysterically. "Get it? It's like he'll get clogged up or something!" His laugh subsided, and he turned to face the rest of the present beings around him, but not much to his surprise they ended up glaring unimpressively back at him.

"Right…" Commented a skinny shaggy blond boy who was currently ticking his fingers at a holographic screen popped up before him, clearly uninterested in Texas's comment. With deep concentration he kept typing until another screen popped up; his eyes widening with pride, and he let out a short victory chuckle before he expressed, "Aha! Got it!"

A hand was placed at the blond's shoulder, squeezing softly with appreciation for his work, until the owner decided to occupy the seat next to him. "Good work, Chuck! Now what exactly are we expecting today?" Asked a female voice. The owner vaguely glanced down at the displaying countdown on the Holo-Screen projecting from the Burner's garage's bar area, where an old skinny man mixed strange liquid contents in a blender. She glanced back at Chuck and smiled warmly yet worriedly at him.

"Well… It seems like it's a military award ceremony." Chuck answered, his invisible eyes still glued to the screen as he kept reading the few details from the hacked Kane Co file.

The girl, tanned skinned and tall with short brown hair; who looked like she was in her early 20's; making her the oldest of the young group, quirked her eyebrows in confusion. "A military award ceremony? Now why would Kane want to announce publicly who his new ass kissers are?" She asked sarcastically.

"I don't know…" Shrugged Chuck.

"If you ask me, it's a pretty dumb idea!" Declared the dark skinned teen.

"You got that right, Dutch! It doesn't make any sense… It's like he's letting us know who his priciest soldiers are, but then again… BOOM! Easy target for us." Chimed the girl as she held an imaginary gun, and shot at nowhere in particular.

"Yeah well he thinks he's trying to scare us off or something, which is even dumber! Because, HELLO! It's not like they have another Texas on their hands?! Because they obviously don't! Otherwise Kane would've won by now, but he hasn't, you wanna know why? Because he doesn't have me, or a cloning machine which he could use to clone me, Texas!" The boy paused his less than obvious indirect self admiration rambling to make a couple of fighting poses as part of his act, swinging his fists in the air, making somersaults, and kicking with all his might as he yelled with each kick and punch that he hit the air with! "KACHAW!" He landed next to the girl who was now unimpressively rolling her eyes.

The old skinny man walked towards the table where the group was now sitting at, and placed a tray that held 4 glasses filled with a green goo. "Seaweed smoothies" He announced with his scratchy voice, smiling proudly at the group for his newest creation.

"Ugh! Really, Jacob? Seaweed? Where did you even get the seaweed to begin with, old man?" Dutch asked, eyeing the green goo with disgust.

Jacob crossed his arms and glared at Dutch very knowingly. "I happened to save a couple of seaweed extract from my old days; genetically modified them, and now I happen to be growing them on a water tank in my lab!" He informed, frowning a bit at the group for the inconsiderate faces they were making at his beverage.

"I'll give it a go! Besides, I'm thirsty!" Chuck announced, and just like promised, he willingly took the glass, and generously sipped the green goo, only to regret his decision in mere seconds. His face reddened, and his eyes widened even though you couldn't really tell, but it was more than obvious. His cheeks puffed, and trying his best to hold it in, he choked a bit. It wasn't until he couldn't hold it anymore, that he abruptly pushed the girl out of his way. If it wasn't for her sudden reflexes, she would've probably fallen to the ground, while Chuck retched the contents on his mouth on the floor.

Jacob frowned at Chuck. "You're gonna clean that!" Walking towards the poor girl who was still trying to find her balance and properly stand, he offered a hand, and she willingly took it as he helped her to her feet. "Are you alright?" He asked her, even though she clearly was as a smirk grew on her face while regaining her posture.

"Yeah…" She answered, chuckling softly at the sight of Chuck vomiting. She walked passed the sick boy, and playfully ruffled his hair. "Be good while I'm gone." She said, walking towards the parked cars in the garage.

Chuck, who was currently wiping his mouth with his hand, raised his head towards the girl; bewildered by her words. "Y-you're not staying for the announcement?" He asked, a bit offended that she wasn't including her beloved co-pilot along.

She paused her walk, and turned to face Chuck and the rest of the Burners with a bit of guilt. She sighed, and rolled her eyes in defeat. "Okay fine! I'll wait until it starts…" She looked at the countdown once again, and notice that it was only 15 minutes away from starting. "But I honestly don't feel like listening to that bastard's voice. You guys can fill me in when I come back so I can laugh at his dumb tactics."

"At least stay for the introduction, that'll be a laughing riot." Said Dutch, sarcasm clearly in his voice.

She smirked. "You know what? Maybe I will stay." She declared, taking her seat back on the booth with the rest of the team.

Chilton was currently in his dorm room, which consisted of a neatly done bed with a nightstand. Across the room was a plain white desk, and a chair. Jenzen, a young blond man who was already dressed in his Kane Co military uniform was occupying the chair, patiently waiting for his friend to finish with his preparations. Lazily eyeing his watch, the blond glanced at the brunette before rising from his seat. "15 minutes to go, Mike." He said warningly, before leaving the room.

Mike nodded, and turned back to face the mirror as he slipped into his uniform shirt. He stared back at his reflection while he buttoned, and adjusted the uniform properly; popping his collar, and straightening the fabric with a swift of his hand to remove any visible wrinkles. The door hissed again, and he didn't really bother to look, he imagined that Jenzen must've forgotten something and came back, so his eyes remained glued to his reflection. Suddenly, a pair of small hands started to slowly wrap themselves tenderly around Mike's torso, and he would've flinched, jump, or smack them away defensively if these hands belonged to a stranger's, but they were anything but strange to him, and he smirked at the contact.

"You are looking mighty handsome today, cowboy…" Said a seductive, yet sweet feminine voice from behind. He intertwined his fingers with the delicate ones that laid flat against his chest, and turned around to meet its owner. A girl, with big brown eyes, long red straight locks that fell freely behind her back, her lips stained red with lipstick, and she sported a mandatory Kane Co unitard that hugged her chic physique, while white heeled boots adorned her feet.

"You don't look so bad yourself, beautiful," He replied, cupping her face with his hand while the other brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed at his kind words.

"So… You're ready for the ceremony?" She inquired curiously in a slight playful way as her hands laid once again on his chest; swaying as she straightened the fabric to his more than perfect uniform.

"I guess I am, it's not like I'm being awarded with anything. Not that I know of… I'll just probably be there for respect of others…" He trailed off, his hands falling from her face, and now hugging her hips.

She gave him a warm grin. "Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you." Her comment suggestive.

He examined her expression for a couple of seconds. "Oh? Do you happen to know something?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, her eyes rolling in a playful manner. "Maybe…?" She replied, bitting her lower lip with a smile.

He gave her a soft smile, "Oh really?" And he pulled her closer to him; gently pressing his lips to her forehead.

She giggled at the sudden contact, and she was now backing away ever so slightly so her eyes met his once again. "I don't want to spoil the surprise for you, Mike." She explained as she escaped from his arms, and started making her way to the door; her fingers still twisted in his as she gently pulled him towards the exit.

"Oh I forgot to tell you," He started, and she paused, and turned; waiting for what he had to say with curiosity clearly visible in her features. "Your dad payed me a visit this morning while I was training."

Her eyes widened, nervous at the sudden piece of information. "Did he say anything about…"

"No, he scared the crap out of me though." He paused, and sighed, glancing back at her with concern. "Julie, we have to tell him… I know he knows we know each other but… He's my boss, and I don't want things to get awkward, you know? I hate sneaking around all the time just so I can be with you, it doesn't have to be this way."

Julie nodded acknowledging his words, eventually sighing in defeat. "I know, but he's just so strict! And it's not that he doesn't like you, on the contrary he adores you! He's always talking about you; saying how proud he is of you; how much he trusts you…"

Mike couldn't help but smile at her words, after all, he always thought of Kane as a father figure to him, and to hear that the man himself was proud of him was something that filled the young cadet's heart with warm pride. His current job was his passion, he enjoyed defending Detroit Deluxe and its people, he believed in Deluxe's lifestyle and purpose, and he's worked really hard to make things right in his military career; so much that Kane trusted him? If anything this made him feel flattered and confident about dating his daughter, but most of all, letting him know. "Well, If he likes me so much like you say he does, why would it be a problem? Besides, I'm already assigned to keep an eye on you… What makes you think that he won't trust me with his little princess?" He pulled her towards him once again.

"That he might get crazy overprotective?" She responded softly, her voice barely a whisper as she slowly leaned closer to him, their eyes slowly closing, and their lips only mere inches apart, and they would have succeeded if the door wouldn't have opened abruptly to an alarmed Jenzen.

"He's coming Mike! We have to get in formation now!" Said the desperate blond cadet, his eyes widening at the sight of the couple. He cleared his throat in a respectful manner making the couple blush and quickly untwine from each other's arms.

"Right!" Julie said, chuckling nervously, and winking at Mike before she exited the room.

Mike on the other hand was taking the whole situation rather well, he smiled cockily at Jenzen. "Relax," He said walking towards his nightstand and grabbing a Kane Co pin with his last name written on it, flawlessly pinning the last piece of his uniform where it belonged. "I got this…" Confidently walking past Jenzen, and towards the auditorium, which was luckily for him in the same level as his dorm room.

Jenzen smirked and shook his head; chuckling in disbelief at his comrade's usual confidence. "Of course you do…" He said, before exiting the room, and following Mike along the hallway.


A little something that was inspired by a RP that me and my buddy dadu79 from DA had not too long ago. I hope I do justice to what we came up with, and kudos to those who guess who the mystery Burner leader is! She will be revealed on the next chapter! Actually I have 3 more chapters already written and ready for editing, so please! the quicker you review the quicker these will be posted... That is if you guys really are that interested! ;)

Remember this is in an AU in which things happened differently than what we're usually familiar with, so if the characters seem a bit OOC that's probably why! Hehehe...