A lone figure sits at the edge of a building.

Fire surrounds the city and large plumes of smoke cascades over the damaged landscape, making a once vibrant metropolis completely unrecognizable. The man just sits over the wreckage, looking out at the city from atop the demolished buildings.

Paramedics run around like ants below carrying away heaps of bodies, both allies and enemies. He watches as they move from corpse to corpse, disregarding none but the one that lays at his feet. The one that he just ripped into two pieces with just a thought.

The Major get up paces over to the edge of the building. Eyes never leaving the torn apart body.

"I didn't want this." He said in a deep low voice.

His lips form a small sad smirk. "I always pictured us retiring on a beach somewhere, drinking those fruity looking drinks, our wives nagging at us to get off our lazy asses."

The Major lets out a low chuckle, but it falls flat halfway through. He takes a moment and rubs his face slightly, letting out a soft but reflective sigh as his lips slowly lower from a small smirk to a deep and regretfully frown.

"Why couldn't you just get with the fucking program!!" He stands up in frustration, waiting for his dead friend to respond.

"You knew there was no way we could've saved everyone.... but we at least could've saved ourselves... our fucking families." He slumps back down.

"But you wanted to be the hero. You just had to try and 'save the race'". He scoffs in disgust, "As if those people were worth saving."

Helicopter blades roar from overhead as a single chopper descends from the smoke. It stops and hovers over him. The bright beady red eye of a camera lens watching his every move.

The Major pulls a cloth from the pouch on his belt, and wipes way his friends' blood from his face. He looks up at the small black news drone, doubtlessly hovering over them from a safe distance throughout the entire fight.

He plasters a smile on his chiseled dark face and gives a triumphant wave towards the drone, practically hearing the cheers from his adoring audience. Cheers for his victory in battle. Cheers for the brutal murder he just committed. Cheers for putting down the "monstrous evil man" that existed in all their nightmares for years. Tormenting them with the idea of equality.

"These are the people you wanted to save?"

He finishes his wave, takes one more look at the corpse of the only man he ever truly respected, and takes off into the sky, passing the hundreds of bodies that litter the ground below.

.....

The Major has always liked flying. He used to say that there was nothing more peaceful then soaring through the sky at night. But today was different.

Below he could he could see the countless people marching in the street with homemade signs saying, "Kill the Freaks" He could hear their angry chants and gun shots they fired off into the air to scare anyone that got in their way. Their bloodlust was thick and clear.

Back in the day, his job would have been to put a stop to this raving collection of racist filth. Now a days he thought that if the people in power didn't care about was happening on their streets, then why should he.

But for a fleeting second, he wishes that things could go back to the way they were. But he knew that was impossible, the blood on his uniform was a clear reminder of that.

He flew through the sky, passing over the large mob, when his radio crackled to life.

"Sir *Static* ...come in... *static* can you hear me?" A voice cuts in and out on the radio.

The Major stops and hovers above the ground. He presses a small button on the transmitter on his wrist.

"Copy private. Go ahead."

"Sir, we need you at the Kholer residence... There's a problem with the wife."

The Major's brow creases forward and a furious look flashes on his face.

"... I'm in route."

....

The Major lands on the roof of the apartment building in minutes and began his long stride through the filthy apartment halls, looking for room 611. He turns right and sees four soldiers standing guard in front of the door, wearing black combat gear with EDP (EVO Detainment Patrol) in bold letters on their chest. When he approaches, they salute simultaneously and opens the door.

Inside the Kholer house was like being in a crack din. The walls were a pale cakey yellow, the carpet was hard with various stains everywhere and a faint smell of urine wafted throughout the space.

The Major turns his lip up in disgust as he looks around the apartment.

"So, this was your 'better life', huh?"

He covers his nose with a cloth and continues to explore the tiny room. There was only one bedroom, but the door was closed, and another two soldiers were guarding this one. Both saluted him as he walked up.

"What's the problem?... Where's Nina?" He asks.

Both soldiers are quiet till one works up the courage to speak.

"Sir, we had to take the wife over to special care. When we arrived... she was violently attacking the TV.

Her hands and wrists were badly damaged, blood was everywhere, and we didn't know what to do."

The Major eyes the small broken tv in the corner. A closer inspection showed It was covered in blood, broken glass and there were small bits of skin still stuck to the glass.

"Is she okay?"

The soldiers look at each other before answering. "The medics say she'll live, but her mental state is another question."

The Major nods, but a worrying look passes on his face.

"What about the boy?"

The soldier points to the door behind him. "We have him in here."

The Major reaches over and opens the door, inside eight other men are standing in the room. All of them had their weapons trained at a small kid sitting on the bed.

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But the kid just sat there, staring down the men invading his home.

"What the fuck are you doing? He's just a kid!"

As he raises his voice each soldier shifts slightly but none of their weapons move. One of the men tries to speak up for the pack.

"Sir... We were given strict orders to assume all targets are EVOs, and to treat them as hostiles."

The Major's eyes take on an ice-cold gaze.

"Clear the room!" He orders, as all the soldiers start shuffling out the tiny bedroom one after another and soon it's just him and the kid.

The kid sits on the bed, staring down the Major with a cold expression. The Major moves closer to sit down next him and sees that the kid is trembling.

"What's your name, son?"

The kid waits a bit before he decides to answer.

"Isaac." He mumbles softly.

"Isaac... Do you know who I am?" Isaac nods and points over to the broken TV outside.

"You killed my dad." He says.

The Major expression hardens and his he eyes the kid guardedly.

"Your Father was a very close friend and ally of mine, but he was also a violent terrorist and a traitor to his country." His voice gets louder with each declaration of innocence.

"I couldn't just let him do whatever he wanted."

A long silence passes, and the Major lets out a soft sigh. He leans closer to Isaac and puts his hand on his shoulder.

"Look, Son... I don't expect you to forgive me, but I'm gonna give you some advice that might just save your life."

He leans even closer to the kid.

"Let. It. Go.

There's nothing you can do to bring your dad back, so holding grudges against me or anyone else is pointless and only going to get you and your mom killed."

Isaac stares in the major eyes as he speaks, his left hand slightly fidgeting with his sleeve.

"If just do what we say, I promise you might have a chance to go back to some semblance of a normal life... okay?"

The major watches Isaac, hoping he'll be smart and take his advice.

"So... what do you thi-"

Isaac lunges at the Major, a small swiss army knife in his left hand. He latches on to his neck and sinks the small blade deeply into his left eye. Isaac tries to pull the knife back in order to get in another strike when he is thrown across the room by a powerful invisible force.

"You little fucking bastard!!" The Major screams as blood start rushing down his face.

He grabs the hilt of the small blade and pulls it from his eye, as soldiers start pouring into the room and immediately aim their weapons at Isaac.

The Major tries to stop the blood gushing from his eye but has no luck. "Where's the fucking Medic?"

One of the soldiers separate from the others and runs over to The Major. He presses a cold cloth to his eye and starts rifling through his bag.

"Sir, we have to get you back to base." He says, but The Major just shakes his head and waves him off.

"Just stop the bleeding and patch me up."

The medic did as he was told and soon the Major is back on his feet, a white bandage over his eye. He touches the bandage and looks over at Isaac, who is handcuffed and lying on the floor.

"You just assaulted the only person willing to help you, son."

Isaac turns his head and looks the Major directly in the eye.

"I'm not your fucking son, Murderer."

The Major stares into his eyes and sees that the kid is beyond saving. He shakes his head in frustration. He turns his back on him and addresses one of the soldiers.

"Bag him. We're giving him to Valentin."

.....

Remi's Truckstop & Casino - New Orleans

14 Hours Later

The small bell above the door rings as a man dressed in all black walks in. He glances around the empty tuck stop and eyes the small old man sitting at the counter.

The old man lowers his magazine and glances at the stranger as he walks past and begins to grab various snacks and a couple of water bottles.

He brings his items over to the counter and the old man starts ringing him up.

"You new to Nawlins, boy? Never seen you around." The old man asks.

The old man spoke in a heavy Cajun accent as the stranger pulls money out his wallet and hands it to him, before giving a reserved nod.

"Just passing through." The stranger said in a high Nasally voice.

He grabs his bags and heads to a big dark silver semi-truck parked out front.

As the man approaches, another large hairy heavyset man in the same black clothing places the gas pump back in the stand and hops in the passenger seat.

"Please tell me you got them?" The large man asks.

Valentin opens the driver side door and hands the bags over to nick, who begins to rifle through them, drawing out a large yellow bag of peanut m&m's.

He rips opens the bag as Valentines turns and slides the back panel to the truck and peeks inside.

Five people with thick black bags over their heads were passed out in the back. They each were connected to a large chain that was bolted to the truck floor.

"They make any noise?" Valentin asks while gesturing to the back of the trailer.

Nick swallows a handful of m&m's and shakes his head.

"Nah, they've been good."

Valentin nods, checks on the prisoners on last time then puts the truck in gear and pulls off onto the road.

.....

Evo Rehabilitation Facility- Examination Level

Isaac awoke in complete darkness. The room he's in had no windows or any visible doors. He felt around to try to get his bearings, but the room was empty. No bed, toilet or any other regular necessity.

He slumped against the wall and waited for whatever was going to happen.

After a few hours, a panel on one of the walls opens, filling the room with a muted fluorescent light. A tall lanky figure stood in the new doorway and holds up a clipboard.

"Prisoner 4698: Isaac Kholer. You know I think you're the youngest one they've given me." The tall figure announced.

He put the clipboard down and motions for Isaac to step out of the room.

At first, Isaac didn't move. He had no idea where this person was taking him and would have bet that it would've been to the exit. After a couple of minutes, he staggered to his feet and reluctantly walked passed the man out into the open door.

The bright light hurt his eyes but after they adjusted, he saw he was in the hallway with dark metallic walls, the ceiling looked to be made of rough purple rock.

The man moved in front of him and peered down his nose at the boy, looking him up and down.

He was very tall with graying blonde hair with deep crystal blue eyes and was a white lab coat with dark clothing underneath. He looked like a ken dolls dad came to life. He stared at Isaac with cold calculating eyes.

"Hmm..."

Isaac didn't know what to do. He looked around for somewhere he could run away through but saw two burly guards at the end of each hallway.

Finally after a while, the man began to speak again.

"Your body is very hard to read." He leans back up and claps his hands together like an excited child.

"But that just means you need more testing."

Isaac backed away, he didn't like the look on the man's face when he said those words. He had no idea what kind of tests he meant but had a feeling they weren't pleasant.

"Who are you?" Isaac questioned. "And, where am I?"

The man smiled a vicious smile and gave the boy a short bow.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself, I am Dr. Sebastian Valentin. I'll be the one directing this new version of hell you find yourself in, but I do hope we can be good friends in the coming years.

A fearful look came to Isaac's face. He tried to push pass the man but was suddenly faced down on the floor with a loafered foot on his head and both arms held behind him.

Valentine spoke from atop of him.

"Please don't try that again. Just makes my job harder."

He lifted Isaac to his feet and motioned for him to begin walking.

As they made their way down the hallway, Isaac passed a few similar doorways to his own and wondered if more people like him were behind them.

"Where am I?" He asked again.

Valentine didn't answer, instead, he just pushes the boy forward till they come to a large door bolted to the wall, it looked more like a slab of metal than a door.

Valentin places his hands on the scanner next to the door and it slides open for them.

The room was huge and filled with millions worth of medical supplies and technology. Sharp tools hung from racks on the walls and a large examination table filled the center. Valentine slammed the door behind them and lifted the kid onto the table.

Isaac struggled but his efforts were useless as he was strapped down by his arms, legs, and head.

Valentin brought out a surgical needle and stuck the tip of it into Isaac's neck.

At first, nothing happened.

After a few more minutes Isaac suddenly starts wailing in pain.

The veins in his neck wither and a faint light blue glow reverberates from his veins. The light spread from his neck to his entire body, burning his insides as it moved.

"What-aragh! What are you doing to me!!"

Valentine just watched in amusement while taking a few notes here and there. This goes on for some time, until the blue glow finally dims, and Isaac's pain filled screams die out.

Valentine moves closer to the examination table, picks up a glowing tablet from the side of it and begins reading.

"Fascinating..." He said as he flips the tablet over and considers Isaac more closely.

"Your body has an abundant amount of irregularities, but they can't seem to find out their purposes..."

Isaac thrashed on the table, pulling against his restraints.

"What are you talking about?!" He screams.

Valentin just ignored the child and pulled over a tray flashing with polished medical saws and blades. He looked the kid in the face and a sadistic smile spread across his face.

"Never you mind your little head. This just means we'll be spending a lot more quality time together."