Nameless Hero

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Chapter 3 (v.1) - The Past

Submitted: September 10, 2010

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III.) The Past I didn’t know what was going on, but it all felt right. The guys refused to say what happened to me and why I was in a coma for 2 years. I wanted to know what happened so I kept pressuring them and bugging them about it, until they finally cracked. Apparently I was the leader, and the one who brought us all together, I was number One. But then one day, we faced a guy who called himself Baal, the biggest one of all, the leader of the Kodiaks, and the only one with a brain. At first, Baal only infected a quarter of the city and we were almost done and just had to take him out. I was the one who charged first and he hit me with a huge one to the body. That took me down, but I wasn’t out. I kept going and going until he landed one clean punch straight to the face, and then I was out. They didn’t know if I would make it. They picked me up and retreated. They took me to the hospital, at that point Baal already started taking over the city again. I was in a coma and they visited me every chance they had. After a while the decided to keep fighting, but at that point Baal had already infected half the city, causing the government to quarantine the city. They kept on fighting, but without me, they couldn’t do enough to protect the city. So Baal infected almost everyone in the city. I still had more questions but we had another emergency, a group of brave assholes tried to fight the Kodiaks. We had to save them, so we took our positions and did all we could to save the poor bastards. Most of the made out alive, but just barely. When we got back to HQ we continued our little story. I asked why we were taken at birth, before Baal started taking over. They said Baal’s brother knew what he was planning and knew who was immune, we had the mark. Then I realized that we all had these Wing shaped birthmarks on our backs. Then I asked about the rush, they said it was the pure raw adrenaline inside of us that takes place when we kill. We were born killers, but we killed for good, to save the people of this godforsaken city. I didn’t really know how to react to any of this. There were so many thoughts racing through my head. I’m a killer, but in a good way? No, no, that can’t be it. I’m a good guy, a hero, but.. I’m nameless… I’m killing these beasts, but I’m basically just like them. I was born with their power, but couldn’t become one of them. What’s going on here?


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