Chapter 1 – A mission gone wrong
The wasteland was unforgivable, cracked surface, extreme heat and guard hounds at every turn. Reeve had assigned Vincent to this inhospitable landscape to try and find any sign of the people who had been disappearing over the last few weeks. Reeve had informed him that more and more people were disappearing making every town; village and city live in panic with the fear of becoming the next one to disappear. Bang. Cerberus fired three bullets into the guard hounds chest making it fall to the ground in a heap at Vincent's feet. Crimson eyes looked ahead and saw the change in clouds as they began to mix together and change colour to create a huge storm cloud that swept across the sky. After noticing the storm cloud which was approaching rapidly he looked around the wasteland to located a temporally shelter, which was an overhanging rock.
The clouds ominously huddled together, their dark curves mocking the landscape, with a crack they burst open and the rain, slow at first, fell, plummeted to the dry ground. The rain poured from the sky like tears of a mourner and pounded the cracked earth below. Howling, whirling, freezing winds were merciless to the gunman as he hid beneath the rocks trying to maintain his body temperature as best as he could. Streaks lighting ripped through the sky effortlessly as it was being chased the thunder's gunshot like roars.
On the rocks opposite the shelter where Vincent hid from the storms fury a shadowy figure lay close to the rocks, its form covered by the heavy rain making it almost impossible to see. Slowly the figure carefully placed a rifle in-between the grove of one of the rocks and got ready to fire at the gunman.
Vincent watched the landscape carefully looking for any signs of danger. Suddenly a feeling of danger washed over him, he stood up and saw a figure on the rocks opposite him. Raising his own gun, Vincent watched the figure carefully. Gunfire was unleashed Vincent ducked out of the way and looked at what had been fired. A dart. Crimson eyes flashed brighter as he turned to see that the figure was gone from its previous location.
I have to get out of range Vincent thought as he began to climb down the sheltered rocks and ran across the wasteland trying to look for a good shooting point. Not long after he ran across the wasteland the sound of another shot went off, this time the dart only just missed his face. Looking to the side of him, he saw the faint outline of a curved rock which was raised in the middle and sloped at the sides. Reaching the sloping rock Vincent hid under the arch and waited.
After the first and second dart missed its target the figure decided to move location. The curved rock which was raised in the middle and sloped at the sides seemed like an ideal place to wait for its target. Suddenly it saw with its stone, cold eyes the target ran under the arch where it was. The figure decided to wait for Vincent to emerge.
Vincent stood under the arch for a while waiting for any sign of life, convinced there was nothing he began to walk from under the arch. He took a few steps before something pierced his neck on the right side. Quickly he looked up and saw the figure from before. All of a sudden the muscles in his arms began to go numb and he could no long raise them, then the muscles in his legs began shake. Vincent looked up and saw the blurry shape of the figure coming down the rocks towards him. His vision blurred and his eyelids became heavy, eventually his legs gave way from underneath him as the liquid in the dart began to be transported around his bloodstream. He lay there on the floor and saw a pair of boots walking towards him and then everything went black.
Authors Note: Thank you for reading the first chapter. Please review. See you next chapter.