Prologue

Spectre

“Another successful mission, aye, Mercury?” said Spectre knowing full well that the mission they just completed would be Mercury’s last one. “Like we’ve ever failed?” the arrogant swagger in Mercury’s walk and voice never failed to annoy Spectre, oh how happy I’ll be when you’re finally dead, Spectre thought to himself. As the two teenage soldiers walked back to the barracks, Spectre kept going over the plan in his head, as soon as he takes off his armor, I’ll slit his throat, or perhaps drive a sword through his heart. Spectre knew he could not fail, for these orders were straight from Lion himself. “Hear any news about the rebels?” Mercury’s voice snapped Spectre back to reality, almost startling him. “No, I haven’t” Spectre said nervously, anxious about the murder he would soon have to commit. They had both just arrived back at the capital after being sent away on Wraith’s orders to put down a small uprising in a nearby city. These have been happening more and more recently since the appearance of The Red Tide, a resistance group in the eyes of some, a terrorist group in the eyes of others. Luckily they could end the uprising with no casualties. There was a fear of people like Spectre and Mercury, they could do things… inhuman. Some believe them to be demons, others believe them to be mutants. Their mere presence was enough to quell any thoughts of rebellion in that city. “Finally, seems like we’ve been walking forever” Mercury exclaimed as they reached the door to the barracks. They stepped inside the dimly-lit room and headed straight for their beds. There was hundreds of chalk marks above Mercury’s bed, he was keeping count of the amount of people he has killed. As Mercury started to take off his armor, Spectre drew his sword. Spectre was quick to draw but Mercury was quicker. Mercury kicked dust into Spectre’s eyes and used his abnormal speed to quickly put out every torch in the room. “Even if you kill me, Lion will hunt you down, it doesn’t matter if I fail!” Spectre yelled into the dark. “Good, then in the afterlife you can both discuss the mistakes you’ve made when I send him there too!” Mercury's words were the last thing Spectre heard before the cold blade of Mercury’s sword pierced him from behind.

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