Prologue

Anonymous

Eight years ago...

Rain... It beats coldly on my face...like a precipitation of colorless and malleable cartridges.

This was the first time I have ever been in the rain and for the first time, under the gloomy weather, it was rather calming. As if a dark and ugly part of me has been cleansed.

How long has it been since I had such a soothing sensation? Perhaps, long before my childhood was rob from me...before I was hardened into the person that I stand today and shall be forever. A person fighting for so long, identified as nothing more than a constructive tool against any adversary...

I am that person, still fighting to this day. I have left behind the bloodstained site several hours ago where there are but corpses and only one survivor.

I slaughtered his combatants without mercy for the crime they had committed. The crime was the murder of two innocent bystanders and the attempt to forcefully recruit a child to add to their growing army for the war.

I rescued that child but I could not save those people. She was now somewhere safe. And by now, that child has been rescued by someone. That was both good and bad. She will be taken away from this terrible place...but she will never recover from the loss. That is her toll.

My enemies' blood is on my hands. I am now a threat to them and more will come after me.

But it does not matter to me. Let them come. I will eliminate them if they stay in my way. I will not be merciful to them. The punishment shall be held upon their heads because a small number of them thought those people were a risk to their secretive preparation for Earth's domination.

However, they are not the only ones who will be after me. Those two will come to test me like they had before, attending to enlist me to one side. Always there, never giving me a moment of rest.

Let Crayak come to taunt me and I will turn my back away again and again. Let the Ellimist approach to talk about my intrusion in the game I am holding to and I will ignore him continuously. Let them come.

I'd like to say well done to them. I can see that I am now a trump card but they have no control over me. They can move me but they won't improve me. They never had and they never will.

The game, the war, they do not matter to me. Only the accomplishment of my mission. Only the security of one individual matters. They are my top priority, my life and safety of others put second.

I have nothing to lose. I will not stop and hesitate. I must complete my mission. I must succeed and secure the existence of one. And when that time comes, I will pass my responsibilities and a secret to her.

But right now, let this sensation continue without fail. I want it to go on until the rain stops.

For the long journey has just begun...


Vickie: Prologue inspired by CSI Miami's song in episode 6 "Broken", "Gonna make it there" by Baxter. Very effective song that got me writing this. You can guess who's speaking this. I dare ya to get the answer before chp 13-14. Also, this chp was put in at the beginning after I wrote around chp 11 or so. [Edited]