My name is Vladimir or Vlad for short. I come from the year 2092, or as the past two decades have been known, the Wasted Years. Ever since the world leaders decided to break apart and lead their countries onto different planets, earth was made to be a place for aliens and surviving humans. Though being of age sixteen, being alone with only three friends, and having a job as a professional killer on a multi-alien mixed planet not so fun. Around the year 2086 my mother was killed. I lamented her death before I figured out who the killer was, my own father's experiment. He had created a being that was designed to kill. It got out and...well...you know the rest. Days after I learned, I got my mother's favorite weapon, her scythe, and raced after the being. Once I had found it though, it started to babel 'Blood, the crimson water, and the unholy drink' as if it were an incantation. Before I fought it, it slashed my arm and found me to be a 'worthy meal', whatever that meant. I grabbed my scythe and tried to attack, but it seemed it had devised its own plan. It knew I was coming so it set a small trap that would impair my sight for a while. It was a muck that was made to permanently repair the roads but turned out to be an extremely sticky substance if it was placed in the sun too long. Thankfully, I knew that would happen, so it only got my leg. It burned through my leg, so I had to fight another day. I guess it has prevailed through this fight. I ran as far as I could and then crawled. Sooner or later someone found me and helped me reach the hospital.
About 20 hours or so inside an emergency room, there was no hope for my leg being able to be fixed from the burns. So my father, yes the man who had created the being who killed my mother, created a bionic leg for me and decided to switch my leg with it. About a day or so I was able to walk just fine, I couldn't run yet but I didn't care. My father had apologized for having his beast escape his lab and gave me a rocket bike. I was glad to have it, because it had small area to hold my scythe, guns and knives. That night my father helped me escape the hospital through a transit but we were caught. He told me to run off and find the beast who named itself Spider. When I hopped on and drove off, the police were already there and had taken my father. I guess he knew that if people saw me, they would think I was ominous. "FATHER! I shouted as he was taken to the back of their vehicle. That was the last night I saw him.
About 20 hours or so inside an emergency room, there was no hope for my leg being able to be fixed from the burns. So my father, yes the man who had created the being who killed my mother, created a bionic leg for me and decided to switch my leg with it. About a day or so I was able to walk just fine, I couldn't run yet but I didn't care. My father had apologized for having his beast escape his lab and gave me a rocket bike. I was glad to have it, because it had small area to hold my scythe, guns and knives. That night my father helped me escape the hospital through a transit but we were caught. He told me to run off and find the beast who named itself Spider. When I hopped on and drove off, the police were already there and had taken my father. I guess he knew that if people saw me, they would think I was ominous. "FATHER! I shouted as he was taken to the back of their vehicle. That was the last night I saw him.