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Inevitable Conflict
Chapter 1
A New Future
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He awoke to the loud drone outside his window. It wasn't just normal everyday buzz, that people exchanged as they went from place to place. This was something different. This is was an angry buzz. There was something not wanted outside.
Peering out of the smudged window, the man saw the blur of military uniforms. Interested, he breathed on the window, and then wiped off the misty fog that appeared on the window with his sleeve. He glanced out again, and saw a throng of people, standing in a semi-cirlce around a dais, upon which there was a rather official-looking man, holding a scroll in his hand. A gang of people who looked like hired mercenaries were standing behind the orator.
He pulled on clothes, and then ran outside, one arm not yet in its sleeve. "...need individuals willing to undergo a harsh training regime. We need individuals who will fight. Who will join?"
Shoving his arm into his sleeve, he asked the person next to him: "What's going on?"
"He wants to get a squad of elitists. Murderers. He wants an ultimate killing team. Don't know what the hell that guy is going to do with them, but all I know is that I don't want any part of it," The man turned, and shoved his way out of the crowd.
"Murderers? Killing team? What the hell is this crap? I got woken up for this?" The cranky individual turned, and walked back into his house, the door creaking shut behind him.
Two young children walked up to the front of the crowd. "We'll come," was all that that was said between them and the official.
"Is there anyone else willing to participate? I repeat, is there—" the speaker was cut off by a loud shout, "We don't want you in our goddamn village! Get the hell out of here!"
The crowd roared in agreement, and they surged forward. They were met with hard plastic shields and knives. The military behind the dais had fulfilled their duty.
The man beckoned to the young children, and then told them to get on to the back of a motorcycle. Gunning the ignition, the motorcycle began to hum, and the man drove off. Into territories unknown to the two children.
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When he woke up, he found that they were huddled into the back of a truck, and his friend was asleep on a mattress. 'What? What is this place? What am I doing here?'
And then he remembered. He had signed up for that military, killing squad thing. That thing that would change his life. Blinking, he realized that his eyes were still heavy. He closed them softly, and fell back onto his pillow, his head sinking down.
When he was woken up next, it wasn't of his own accord. Rough hands grabbed him, and yanked him to his feet. He struggled for a moment, and then subsided, realizing where he was. All the explanation that was given was; "Your new commander wants meet you,"
The two young children, looking around ten years old, trudged down the hallway wearily, with armed guards on both sides of them. Their hair was a mess, and their clothes were torn. But they had a fierce glint in their eye that wouldn't go away.
The two guards ushered them through a thick steel door, and it snaked shut behind them. Click. A panel fell down from the ceiling, held up by robotic arms. A mechanical voice from a speaker in the corner of the room issued commands. "Choose your weapon."
The choices in front of them were a katana, dual kodachi, and kunai. The taller of the two children reached for the set of kunai, and the smaller grabbed a katana. "Begin." The voice shut off.
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