In an abandoned warehouse in the city of Chicago filled with many boxes and old junk, where the light shines through the glass windows on the roof. Four men could be seen scavenging around the place. They were odd men wearing weird clothing that didn’t match at all such as capes and robes with fabric pants and shirts, they were also carrying old weapons such as swords, bows and one of them had a stick.

One of them seemed to have found something, he ripped apart a closed crate and reached his hand inside to grab something. When he pulled it out, he found a gold necklace with a red sun-shaped pendant.

“This looks valuable,” he said. He looked like he was in his twenties with his short brown hair and white skin. His tie on his black suit was red to go with his eyes of the same color.

“Hey Adam! Come over here for a second.” One of them called him over.

“Alright, sure,” the man named Adam answered. He followed the voice to find the leader of the group that was waiting closer than he thought he was with the rest of the group. “So Callus, why did you call me over?”

“The boss called, we have new orders.” Callus said. 

“Cool, what does he want now?”

“Your death.”

As soon as Callus said those words, Adam froze up. There’s no way he’s serious right? He tried to reach for something in his pocket, but one of his teammates opened fire and shot his stomach with a handgun. The shooter then released two more shots to his liver and heart.

With that he dropped dead. Betrayed by the very allies he left his back open to. One of them pulled out a communicator and reported the results to the receiver. “The target is…… dead… We can confirm that he was shot multiple times on his fatal organs such as the heart. We’ll head back to base if there is nothing you have left for us……”

Callus looked at the corpse of his former teammate. He didn’t smile after committing such an act of betrayal. In fact, he looked saddened at killing his former friend. 

“So.. should we check the pulse?”

“We’re leaving, shoot him again if you feel he survived a shot to the heart,” Callus said. He walked out of the building to head to their base, the rest of his team followed. The guilt of killing a teammate could never be shaken off him, but traitors had to be put out of their misery.

On the roof of the abandoned building, there was someone peeking through the windows above. A figure watched as the group walked out of the warehouse. He directed his gaze towards the corpse of the victim they murdered in cold blood.

The figure however looked the same as the dead body. Adam survived.  He was alive and well without any bullet wounds and such. What could possibly explain this nonsense?

“That doll was expensive………..” he said in a disheartened manner. “I admit, I was lazy enough to bring it out and let it do the dirty work, but it got shot down on day one and by my own teammates…”

He jumped off the high roof and landed without making any noise. Adam sighed as he checked on the body of the ‘doll’, finding 3 bullet holes in it. “Eh… This will take 4 months to fix.” He picked up the body and put it inside of a trash bag that he so happened to have in his pocket. This made him suspicious to the bystanders who passed by him when he left the warehouse, but none of them questioned it too much. 

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As soon as he went inside his house which was a decently large house for one person made of yellow wood. He dropped the body bag at the entrance and leaned against the recently shut door. “Callus…” he muttered. “What do you think I did to deserve to be shot……?”

Five months passed, Adam went outside with a disguise that wasn’t easily perceived, got a part time job at some store and lived a normal life. There was nothing more he could do, but stay hidden from the people who wanted him dead.

One day, after reaching home, he grabbed a newly bought black handgun and started tinkering with it. Unfortunately, he broke the pistol after messing with something he didn’t understand. That is what seemed to happen, but he put his focus within the palm of his left hand, created a tiny pink sparking ball and placed it inside of the gun. 

He placed his hand on the broken gun and some pinkish energy forcefully attached the gun together. The mistake he made earlier was on purpose.

“Reforge.”

Pink lines ran around the handgun, filling the inside of it and transforming the structure of it to a pink corrupted version. Further range, faster bullet speed, more power, but still weaker than most of my other weapons. I guess magic is never really an easy thing to use. 

Yes, you heard him right. Magic. The supernatural power that allows many to break the laws of reality and shoot a fireball at a dragon that probably has resistance against such things. He used that to fix the gun and improved it to be a better weapon, yet he calls it weak. 

This only says more about the true strength of magic that even one of the users can call such a thing as weak. A deadly weapon that can easily kill a fragile human. Although, compared to modern weaponry, such a thing would really be weak as it only boosts the gun’s power by a small amount.

“I’m just gonna go out for a walk. I haven’t left my house in this form in years, but the magic organization has been silent these few months. I’m sure a short jog would be fine.” but it never hurts to be cautious, so I’ll take my disguise if I need to get out of a bad situation. 

He left his home with only the gun he just transformed and the disguise he uses to hide himself. His life truly has been peaceful. 

In the crowded streets of the urban city, a fifteen year old white girl with pale blonde hair wearing a white hoodie and a medium length black skirt. The girl looked bored out of her life and didn’t want to be here. 

Surrounding her were two guards dressed in black suits and such. They looked overprotective, but the way they acted was rather like hired mercenaries. 

“You heard what happened in the Middle east?” the first one asked.

“Yeah, the old man in the US military is getting a kick out of the crying and protesting voices. It’s pretty amusing.”

Sigh.

The girl looked around the crowd. She wanted to keep herself amused, she looked around to see if anything interesting was happening. Suddenly her eyes lit up as she noticed a great opportunity. 

“While I get how you feel, I think you’re wrong on this one.”

“How am I wrong!? You get no right to say that until you’ve explained yourself!”

The girl wasted no time and ran away from the two. She got a fair bit of distance away, but it only took them a little while to notice her running away. She wasn’t slow in any way, in fact. She was faster than the average adult male, but these two happened to be as inhumanly quick, maybe even faster. Catching up to her was an easy task for them. 

The girl turned left toward a less crowded area, so she could gain more speed without too many obstacles. The street itself was devoid of vehicles. She managed to outrun even the two inhumanly fast bodyguards.

She couldn’t see either of them, but she didn’t want to take any risks. So she kept running at high speeds. However, this ended horribly for her as she was about to bump into someone taking a jog. From what she could see, it was a man in his twenties with brown hair in a black tracksuit. She knew she couldn’t stop in time and was bound to bump into him.

I.. can’t.. stop fast enough.

This was the beginning of a tale of two people. What awaited them was a journey of struggle and endeavors.