A slight breeze drifted in the air, with the sky cloudless and the moon showing off its full splendor. In the shadows of a dense forest, the rays of the moon shone on the tiny gaps the trees made.
Suddenly, a shadow of a person flickered past disturbing the peace of the forest and causing the moon to momentarily shine on the figure along with the peaceful wind to whistle loudly. Before it settled, a moment later a few more shadows similarly flickered past causing the wind to whistle even louder.
As if hindered by something, the figure in front seemed to have slowed down, then with a sudden burst, the shadow dashed out of the forest onto a grassy plain.
With no obstacles in the way, the moon was now able to fully reveal the figure. It was a man, a little over thirty years old with his military-styled haircut now covered in dirt and leaves. On his face, there was a long scar leading from his right eye all the way down to his chin. The scar gave him a look of savagery and it seemed as if it was done recently.
Blood trickled down from his chest, which was covered by a tactical jacket and was soaked with blood. There were bloody holes and huge cuts on his clothes, each one seeming to however, just barely miss the vital points.
The man struggles to get up, until he looks to the front. He gives a small laugh, perhaps at his situation or at himself.
To the front of him were countless people, wearing the same clothes as the man all lined up in large groups, while he could hear at the back, footsteps that seemed to stop just a few feet before him.
The man looks at the moon in the sky with a peaceful expression and realizes he has nowhere to escape now. Surrounded by his enemies and nowhere to run or hide, this was where the long game of "hide and seek" will end.
A man from the back stepped forward, his clothes were the same as the others, however one difference was the small golden bird that was pinned on the chest of his jacket.
"One, please don't resist anymore and come back with us. Do not make more any more mistakes."
"Return? You want me to return? 'Little brother', you know what I did. The higher ups will definitely not let me off." The man gives off a loud laugh.
"On-...Brother, I will plead on your behalf. The five of us here will all do. We're family after all."
The lone man's expression twisted.
"Family?! You guys were never my family! A make believe family that in the end only follows orders and disregards each other!" The lone man stands upright and faces the man in front.
"Do you really want to do this? Opposing the organization is sure death." The man asks with a serious expression.
"Do you think I was wrong to take revenge for them? Although none of us are blood related, but the two showed more loyalty and passion than anyone else. Getting used and discarded just like that, is that even right?! How did they feel when that happened?!"
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The man that was leading had a pained look on his face, his hands trembled and his lips quivered a little, but only once before it stopped. He looks at the lonely figure, raises his hand and without hesitation gestures for the attack.
The organization called Nyx was a secretive group that operated worldwide with its origins and members unknown. Its members were masters of their crafts and fighting tecnhiques, it even included people with special powers or talents, such as ESP or pyrokinesis. The lone man was one of those people with special powers, being able to use a special kind of energy that allowed him to be able to be without equal, thus he became the leader of Nyx's special forces. Ordinarily, it should been impossible for him to be defeated, however Nyx has sent countless numbers of hitmen for the past 3 years that it has drained him both mentally and physically. Even worse, he has suffered grevious wounds and could barely recover. Just now, his last trump card to escape was also gone when he was sneak attacked and his right eye took the blow.
The lone man looks at the five figures in front that quickly disappear and dash toward him with their weapons drawn. Yet, in his mind, he was having flashbacks of when they were younger. When he was young, he was living on the streets. His parents abandoned him and never came back, life was hard for him and his will to live became smaller day by day, until one fateful day he was scouted by an agent of Nyx. There were over hundreds of people like him from who knows where, who were put through inhumane training and torture to bring out their talents and to sharpen them. In the end, only eight remained and that was when he officially entered into Nyx and also when he met his "family". Perhaps the only worthy memory of the group were number Seven and Eight of their eight man team who were real siblings. Seven was a gentle and kind girl, everytime she was forced to kill she would throw up afterward, yet she always persisted on. While Eight was strong, but like his sister he was too kind, he would always hesitate and in the end if he did kill, he would always make sure to make a grave.
No one said it, but it could be said that the two were the supporting bond for this ragtag bunch of killers. Their presence seemed to be able to help the group forget their troubles and job. However, when he was sent on a long-term mission a few years back, he came back to the news of their death. He didn't believe they would fall that easily and even though his team tried to stop him, he eventually found out the truth.
The two were sent out on a covert mission to a far away country, but unexpectedly information was leaked out, and the two were caught. The higher ups of Nyx knowing this did not do anything, even with their merits, so in the end when he came back it was already too late. He grew angry at the fact that Nyx dumped them so easily and that nobody not even his "family" tried to help. Knowing this, he went on a rampage, going alone to the country and slaughtering everyone, innocents included. He did not stop there and personally went for the higher ups of Nyx that were responsible for the mission and the decision to not send backup.
"They don't care about you guys, they only treat us as tools. I have paid them back...**, **, I'll see you guys soon." The man mutters and closes his eyes. He retracts his defenses and draws all his energy into his core.
In a flash, he feels as if a countless amount of blades has pierced his stomach and then he feels a fist on his chest. He felt it hesitate for what seemed like an eternity, and then...it pushed.
The man flies into the sky like a broken kite, his blood raining down in the process, yet on his face was a tranquil smile.
The energy at his core suddenly started to swirl faster and when the man opens his eyes again, a blinding light flashes.
BOOM! The man's body is broken apart into particles with nothing spared, not even rags of his clothes.
The once tranquil sky is now covered in clouds with the moon being hidden, as if it did not want to witness the event.