Blackness. Silence.

That was all that I could sense. Nothing. But blackness. And silence.

Slowly, something was changing. The blackness was brightening. The silence was getting noisier, very slowly. Then things started accelerating. I could start to sense things again. I could see something now. My vision became sharper and an image started to appear. It was a face.

The muffled sound of speech came to my ears.

"Soldier...up...war...come on!"

Words became more clear as my hearing recovered.

"Did...you..hear..me?!"

Suddenly, a loud bang woke my up from my trance and flakes of dirt landed all over me. This triggered my senses to fully recover and I felt a sudden shock as I came back to reality.

"I said, did you hear me?!"

I grunted with surprise, taking in the shock of suddenly waking up.

"Come on, we can't lose you now! Are you alright?!"

My head suddenly hurt like hell. Almost like my mind was speaking for me, I said,

"M-my head hurts..."

The person nodded and said again,

"Don't worry, we'll get you a combat surgeon. Stay tight."

I didn't want a combat surgeon, I wanted to fight. I needed to fight. It was what I had trained for for years. What my comrades had died for.

"No, I'm fine..."

I was about to get up but the person stopped me.

"No, you're not. You have a compound skull fracture, a broken neck, and three broken ribs. Not to mention a lot of shrapnel in most of your vital organs. And your limbs... Well, technically, you shouldn't be alive."

I looked down at my bloody chest and thought for a moment, before slowly shaking my head.

"No, sorry. I've got to fight."

I pushed the person off me and steadily got up. I stood up like nothing had happened, despite my injuries. He looked up at me from the ground with a amazed expression.

"But, that's impossible! There's no way you could-"

I interrupted.

"No, there's always a way..."

I picked up a rifle from the ground, loaded a clip into the receiver, cocked the lever, and brought the gun up firing stance. There was a lot of smoke from explosions everywhere, so visibility was extremely poor. I squinted to get a better view. Where was everyone? Then suddenly, all hell broke loose. A sudden burst of bullets hit the ground near to me, making me stumble around in surprise. I looked around quickly, before running to some cover.

With bullets flying and explosions happening all around me, I stuck in a ditch. I waited a few seconds, turned off the safety on my rifle and perched the barrel over the charred soil. Aiming down the sights, I looked for any government grunts. Someone was unfortunate enough to come out of hiding, and I placed the reticle over his forehead, held my breath, and squeezed the trigger. The stock kicked back in my shoulder, the bullet left the chamber and went out through he barrel, right through his cranium, and landed a few feet beyond him.

He stumbled around, tripped over a piece of shrapnel on the floor and tripped over, landing in a heap on the ground, dead. I stayed put, cocked the rifle again, and waited. After another few seconds another person ran towards the fallen soldier, knelt down, and took something form his backpack. I assumed he was the medic. I turned the safety off again, placed the cross-hair his head, breathed in once again, and pulled the trigger. He lifted his chest up just at the last second and the bullet impacted his stomach, jerking him back with the force of the blow. I swore under my breath just as he staggered and pulled out his side-arm. He lazily lifted the weapon up in my direction, and fired a shot. It landed inches away from my face, and I abruptly dropped back into the ditch.

"Shit!"

Another shot landed above me, spraying my face with bits of dirt. I wiped them off, counted to five, and in a rapid action, lifted the rifle back on the ledge, aimed with haste, and pulled the trigger for a second time. This time the bullet hit its mark - right through the head. The medic dropped his pistol, choked, and slumped to the floor. I pulled the clip out of the receiver, dropped it next to me, and pulled another one from my pocket. I slammed it home and was about to get up when I suddenly saw a shadow appear in the corner of my vision. I didn't have time to react as an arm swung down and a knife punctured my chest, making me stagger backwards and choke, pawing at the handle to pull it out. The person landed, kicked me to the floor, and stood in front of me with a nasty grin on his face.

"You'll never learn, will you?"

My vision became blurry as the knife wound bled profusely.

"It's a shame, you know. The government only wanted to help you. It would be good. Peace. No fighting, no wars. Then you went ahead and fucked it up."

I struggled to hear what he was saying as I clutched on to conciousness.

"This is the price you pay..."

But strangely, I didn't die. My body didn't feel cold. It actually felt mildly warm. Then, my vision very slowly stared clearing.

"You probably can't hear me now. You're probably dead. Heh..."

My body felt warmer and warmer. My vision continued to clear. Something else was building too. Anger. Very slight at first, but it was growing. I felt different, more free, too speak.

"Like all your other buddies, all dead, soon enough."

This just fuelled my anger even more, and my vision was almost clear. I could feel my body heating up beyond dangerous levels, giving me strength in the process.

"So, say goodbye to your buddies..."

I was now outraged and I could see his ugly face staring forward, absorbed in his own words, completely oblivious to what was happening. My body was now on fire, and I grimaced my sharp teeth and flexed my wings in preparation. Wait, what?

"...and to the Resistance."

This made me snap. He didn't even have time to think. I roared and jumped up, slamming him to the floor. He let out a scream of pain as I heard something crack. I clawed him hard the the face, leaving his complexion unrecognisable. He said, whispering in a deathly tone of absolute fear,

"W-who are you?"

I stared him in the eye, grimacing lines of incredibly sharp, serrated teeth and said,

"They call me Razorfang..."