Chapter One
My name is Malachi Alexander Grace but I go by Zero I was born March 24,1987 in Chicago and this is my diary. Well where to begin with my story. I guess high school would be a good place to start my story. I spent most of my years in high school quiet and to myself never really keeping any close company with me except for my friend Nina. I think we found comfort in being outcast but at her best attempts she did try to get me to participate in the things like a normal kid would. Four years past and graduation eventually came despite being from a crap school in a crap part of Chicago we both managed to graduate and Nina was headed to college in New Mexico but I chose another path for myself. With my mom remarrying and relocating to another state with my younger siblings I had the choice of working with my stepfather at some mindless 9 to 5 job or staying here in Chicago and trying to make it on my own but with what money. So a few weeks ago I took visit to the local Air Force recruiter and signed up to leave for training a few weeks after graduation. I could tell Nina wasn't happy with my decision but I promised my friend Id take care of myself while I was gone. But we sat there at graduation taking pictures with our families glad that we both managed to graduate not in jail or pregnant or both. But the weeks passed and it was time for me to leave. I asked Nina to drop me off at the bus station the day of. I couldn't stand to see my mothers face full of tears as I left or my dads look of disapproval. My old man wanted me to become a doctor or lawyer but I knew that wasn't for me. Well maybe it wasn't. Anyways the day came where I arrived at basic training and it was the hardest weeks in my life but I came out with purpose and pride ready to serve my country. I remember looking at myself in my uniform in the mirror staring back at myself my reflection show a mixed Black and Mexican kid light brown eyes smiling with pride. Never did anything with my life before felt nice to be somewhat of a success even if it was just in my own eyes.I decided to join the Air Force pararescue, It felt like a halfway between what I wanted and my fathers want for me to have become a doctor. The most important thing was my chance to help those in need I really wasn't in a rush to fire a gun as good as I after my combat training. Months of training and studying and finally I manage to graduate. Proud that I had obtained skills that could benefit people who needed it. Weeks later I found myself deployed for the time never had I seen so much sand in all my life apart from my few trips to the lake in Chicago. The hot air surrounded me but I had little time to adjust I was thrown in to the medical ward to better my skills. The little down time I spent in the gym more so in the ring fighting. I was never that great but I could always take a hit. Until she showed up later that day . I kept hearing that I was good but apparently there was a better fighter out there somehow we kept managing to miss each other but I manage to see her taking down an opponent one day and found my chance to challenge. She was in the ring holding an unlucky soul pinned to the mat. She wasn't far under me standing at 5'7 Native American woman with short cut hair. As she stood you can feel the air change as pretty as this woman was she was fierce. Eager at my chance to challenge I stepped into the ring to fight uniform top and boots off gloves ready to go. "Heard a lot about you wanted to see if the stories were true" I spoke. She smiled at me "let see what you got". After a few light hits and misses I became serious. I went at her full force she dodged and right in to my ribs I manage to stay up until she left hook me into the mat the last thing I remembered before blacking out. When I awoke I was next to the ring and my opponent long gone apparently it was a miracle I lasted as long as I did. I felt my sore head feeling the fresh stiches left by my opponent as I was informed by a few others but strangely I felt no pain. Morning came and I was to report to the captain I was assigned. To my surprise I walked in to see my opponent from my most painful lost the previous day. I saluted her seeing the captains bars on her collar. She saluted back then waved for me to sit at the chair in front of her while she reviewed the papers on her desk. She spoke "Grace is it, your grades are rather good says you seem have skill at keeping calm". "Yes mam" I replied. "My name is Captain Lunes you will be under my supervision until other wise instructed" she said. With that I gained a mentor. Our story is for another time but in short I gained a lot working under Captain Shado Lunes. She was never easy on me that's for damn sure but countless missions and fire fights the captain always stood strong. I was proud to follow her and I progressed more and more becoming a sergeant, a hell of a medic and almost as skilled with a knife as she was. I was coming up on the last of my six year service. We just finished sparring when the captain and I were approached with a mission. Neither of us hesitated and we both were dressed and ready to go. As we boarded the chopper and it took off we were briefed on the mission. A convoy had been ambushed and they needed evacuation and medical help asap. As we flew over the miles of sand I tried to keep my calm the best I could. Captain grabbed my shoulder to reassure me that we would make it. We approached the fiery scene of a few flipped over vehicles. From hidden wreckage a soldier waved his hands at his screaming but over the sound of the chopper we couldn't hear his voice. The captain looked down with focus like she was listening. She turned and screamed "It's a trap". As she screamed from the distance came the sound of a rocket and it collided perfectly with the chopper. Some how the captain and I were propelled out of the chopper and fell down to the sand. We weren't far from the ground so the hit didn't do much damage but it still hurt. As tried to gain my balance and grab my gun I looked around the chopper was in blazes and the only the captain and I manage to survive. The soldier who tried to warn us layed dead on the ground bullet to the neck. We took shots from behind some debris the best we could but soon we found ourselves short on ammo and soon empty. I look down feeling a sharp pain , in the struggle I managed to take a shot to my left side. The captain looked at me with concern as I could see the blood. The captain grabbed my left arm and began to roll up my sleeve. She gripped my and tight and asked me to trust her I assured her I did with my life. I thought it was the loss of blood but the captains eyes turned bright red even in the bright desert sun I was sure. She opened her mouth wide and exposed some sharp fangs I didn't move as I gave her my word but her teeth pierced my flesh deep almost to the bone. She let go and rolled the sleeve down. I had no time to question her as next thing I knew we were surrounded. She growled loud but before she could turn a few of the enemies opened fire on her. I screamed trying to take some of them down with us but I was weak. I fell to the ground before I took a hit to the head and blacked out. When I awoke I was tied to a chair bright lights in my face, men in mask surrounded me. In front of me I noticed a small camera. One of the men began to speak camera on me. As the man walked infront of me I tripped him and spit on him. Before I knew it I was knocked to the ground taking kicks from my capturers. They pulled me and threw me into a dark cell. I landed on my back looking up through a crack in the ceiling I could see stars in the sky. " I heard a blood filled cough and in the corner I could see the outline of someone in the darkness. That's when the familiar glow of red eyes came from the figure. It was the captain some how she managed to survive the onslaught of gun fire but she was bleeding and barely holding it together. I pulled myself toward the captain, she smiled some how in all that pain. I rambled of with questions of concern but she quieted me. "I want you to listen to me I am not going to make it, what I did to you was a gift and to repay me I need you to kill me no questions asked". I tried to argue my best that we could both make it out she refused to listen. That when she stretched out her hand and claw grew from her finger tips and I asked me to turn around. Confused I turned as I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I turned to see her looking up as the moon light pierced into the room suddenly I felt a rush of strength all my wounds began to heal. I stood tall shocked but I looked down at the captain and I felt compelled to follow what she asked earlier I fought it all I could but my body leaned down and gripped her by her neck she smiled stayed even as my hand became clawed and pierced her heart. I could feel her life her strength the respect that I had for her fill me. She fell to the ground hard and it thundered through my ear. Tears filled my eyes and I looked up at the bright full moon in the sky. I screamed at the top of my lungs my eyes filled with tears it my voice became a loud thundering roar. I could footsteps approaching my cell and the door opened that was the last thing I remember before I blacked out.