PROLOGUE
"How did I get here?" These words echoed through Red's mind. He should be dead, like all the others. All he knew is his first name, no last name, and that he has a red vest-jacket, a red cap with a strange symbol on it, black fingerless gloves, and black jeans. What made him different is his red eyes. He was an outsider, not of this world but not out of it, either.
"Who am I?" Many who, when, and where questions reverberated through his skull, until it reached the point when he wanted to know why he was here. He had a red satchel, crimson really, which contained six spheres of white and red. "What is up with me and red?" He thought silently to himself. He was on a large hill, no, mountain, which was flurried with ice and the sky was flecked with snow.
He clicked the button on the front of a sphere... nothing. A weird noise suddenly emitted from the ball and... There was a flash of light... then it was there.
