Prologue
One mistake. That's all it took. One false call or small thing that doesn't go according to plan and everything goes up in smoke. This was really it. Through all the shit these mutants had put me and my best friend through I was kind of hoping for a happy ending. Just for everything to fall into place. But I guess I should know better, real life doesn't have happy endings. My vision blurred as tears stung my eyes. I clutched my side trying to at least slow the flowing blood from spilling as I stood. The searing pain causing me to whimper but I ignored it. I could see five figures on the ground around me. One was trying to claw their weapon back into their hand, one was silently sobbing as they nursed another falling comrade who had gone limp in their arms. The remaining two were out cold. I forced myself to look through the darkness. To see the outline of the boy we called friend, family. He was blocking an onslaught from our remaining troop. The one who refused to give up. From a distance I could convince myself that they were sparing just like they always did. But as the Katana pierced his chest I knew it was real. The tears I was holding back cascaded down my cheeks as I scream his name wanting desperately for things to return to the way they use to be. Time slowed as my voice seemed to echo off the stone walls. "Raphael"