---The Son---

As a child, I would often weigh,

My worth, my strength, what I might do one day.

Follow in the footsteps, work as hard as I could-

Just like my father did, just as he would.

Until the day came, when his idol, so bright,

Took upon a mission, perhaps too far, out of sight.

Betrayed by his leader, because of Hudson’s refusal,

Leaving his family to weep, sad, and bitter, at his funeral.

Leaving a son whose hands still clenched,

As the confused anger began to drench,

The boy’s mind, deep,

Memories, beginning to seep…

“Who might’ve done this,” he thought without care

“I will come find you, this, I swear.

I will seek your death father, he will not evade me.

After tonight, I’d like to see that someone try and escape me.”

Years later whom might rise?

But a new type of hero-!

One who flew through the skies-!

But wait, not a hero, no, an avenger,

Stricken with wraith at his father’s murderer.

No sleep, none to be had,

As this man searched the stars forever

For his long lost forgotten dad.

Until he found him at last-

Open the chute! Look upon your past!

See what you’ve found after all this time!

And the son stood aghast…

All his life, he had hoped that he wouldn’t fail,

To touch his father’s face one last time

Before the ending of his tale… And now, that his suspicions were affirmed,

“Hudson did in fact end my father!” this he confirmed.

Now it was time, for a new chapter in his life.

The one were sword would meet metal, or rather

Ship would meet ship, in a vast reign of laser and gunfire.

For years the man soaked up the glory of the stars,

Seeking far and wide, feeling pings of pain,

From his glistening scars.

Like an angel of death, nothing could stop his pounding heart,

Not melting down ship after ship, not tearing their hulls apart.

Traveling the black oceans with time to spare,

As his prey grew ever nearer, whom he prepared to ensnare.

Hudson, while old, still had a trick up his sleeve,

And they say, my friends, that their battle wasn’t without grieve-

1 to 10 the odds were, as the son flew past,

Ship after ship, blast after blast.

They both knew, and all around who saw,

That there would only be one victor- that the other must fall.

Screeching and popping, fiery red explosions,

Both ships were at it, until those final moments.

When the boy’s ship failed, and he began to plummet,

Knowing his end was near, at the base of this summit.

The crowned idol stood, crooning above all the rest,

As the son’s luck it seemed, was finally bested.

But he did not stop no, there was still a chance-

He could still take down this king, but with a type of dance.

And in a limp, his ship did saunter up,

Began to flip, preparing this setup.

Hudson took this bait, and all was at hand,

As he too began to plummet, back towards the land.

And in a flash, the son caught his meal,

Spinning around and around his prey, like wolf’s teeth upon veal-

Shooting as both fell, all around Hudson’s ship,

Watching as fire bloomed throughout with each shot in his clip.

The ‘conda fell, diving straight down,

Upon rock it struck, as it blossomed upon the ground…

And in his earpiece, the son could still hear,

His father’s loving words, still endear…

Then, son closed his eyes,

And waited for death to near.

          -Travis Sears

p.s. Story is exactly 600 words minus the title, creditors name, and this message. If I do not win, that will not unexpected, but since there's so many alluring stories here, I decided, it would only be fair to take a stab at it as well. Enjoy. p.s.s. I do not appreciate trolling, or rude messages. I am, however, very much open to constructive critism, however tough it may be. The harder you are, the better I become. Thanks- <3