Thor's Hammer
Prologue
North West Russia, Thirty Two years ago.
"Mayday, Mayday, can any body hear me!" Screamed the helicopter pilot as his chopper spiraled towards the ground.
"We have you're position chopper 45 of the BPRD." Was the last thing the pilot heard before his chopper plowed in the ground.
A soul survivor walked away from the crash. He was about five feet tall, a bit of black peach fuzz on his chin and had black hair. He seemed like a normal teenager, except for a few things. First of all his skin was blood red, he had two red bone stubs on his head and his right hand up to his elbow was twice as long as his other forearm and was made stone. He looked around. There was nothing except snow al around him. "Ah Crap!"