Prologue
Before entering Temple City, I was, for lack of a better word, normal. I don't remember much from back then other than that I'm supposed to be doing something, something important here in Temple, and that someone, or something for that matter wants to stop me, oh yeah, and I think I'm about 16. Here's the kicker, I don't know where to start looking, I don't know who I am. Since moving to Temple City, I have been trying to keep a low profile, which was working well, until I met a group of Renegades that wanted to bring down one of Temple's shelters, which, ordinarily, would not be a big deal, but I lived there, I had already lost my family, friends, past and identity, no one was going to take my home. The eight Renegades came in shooting *BANG! BANG! BANG!* Three fatalities within the first eight seconds. By now my adrenaline was pumping, I watched from the balcony over the Narthex where they entered as they shouted demands at the civilians. I wanted to stop them but I needed a weapon, I made my way downstairs, crouching the entire time, by now, everything was so vivid, not like when playing sports and being pumped for the game, but it was like I was seeing everything in a completely new way, I was noticing every speck of dust in the air. I made it into the kitchen and grabbed a carving knife and kept two kiwi knives concealed in my pockets. Every breath is sharp, I could smell the oxygen, it was sweet and it was bitter, I could feel my blood heating up and moving through my body. I had finally made it, I was in the narthex, it would seem that no one had noticed, I crept behind one of the renegades that was keeping lookout, I covered his mouth, he jumped, I could hear his heart rate rapidly increasing, his muffled grunts getting louder, and then increasingly quiet and I slid the carving knife, slowly across his jugular vein and he bled out. The first kill, seven more to go, I made my way behind a counter and brought out one of the kiwi blades and through it into the back of another Renegade. Two down. Or at least I thought he was down, the blade went in, but when he turned around. He started shooting, I don't know if he saw me or if he was just pissed that there was a knife in his back. Everything was being destroyed, if I had stayed behind that counter, have been killed from the falling debris. My cover was blown, I wanted to finish the job I took off for the man I had wounded with the knife, dodging bullets, and falling pieces of ceiling the whole way I pulled out the carving knife once more and prepared to stab him *BANG* I heard a gunshot, but I couldn't tell who it was from, or where it went, but suddenly, the smell of iron hit my nose, and then I felt a sharp pain in my heart, I clutched my chest, it was wet, and when I looked at my hand it was red. I fell, the pain was unbearable, I began fading in and out of consciousness, I will never forget the big black "S" on their chests, and then, darkness.