The day it was all supposed to be over, the day you and everyone else on your side was supposed to leave the war behind, but fate took a turn for the worst. Your friend shot and killed a teenager.
Your friend, current partner and the closet thing you'll ever have to a son, and the woman you love died to save your life from ending that day. Now, you run. You run as the base of operations is exploding, causing a huge fire. You run as your boss is calling to you, saying that today your life ends and the true salvation is here.
Sunny, that was how it felt, the golden rays shining on us. On the heroes, but now, how are you supposed to feel when your running from your friend? Fire, that's all around you, dancing in the corners of your sunglasses. Mocking you, laughing at you, threatening to consume you as you wait.
A flash of white and your former friend stands in front of you, a white battle suite, covered in soot and blood, that enhances his strength, acting as a shield from the nanite filled air. The friend who's life was placed in your hand, and vice-a-versa, on a daily basis. Your first reaction, if you weren't you, would be to run. But you are not anyone else because your you.
As your friend ran at you, fist raised, your rip out your weapons of choice, in this case, swords. You swing your swords, severing your friends arm from his body. He kicks the swords from your hand, screaming in pain, before you deliver a roundhouse kick to the center of his face, knocking him down, and making the glass case surrounding his head crack, and somehow causing your sunglasses to slide down your face. You pull a pistol from the hidden holster in your suite
"Please," he says, looking up at you like the pathetic dog he is, staring past the barrel as you pull back the hammer "Six, partner, don't.."
You smirk as your glasses slide down further to show your normally emotionless eyes filed with rage and then you say "Request.." you put the gun in the center of his forehead "Denied bitch.." The trigger was pulled as his eyes got wide and you sadistically smile as he dies in front of you.
Red is everywhere, then soot is falling around you, becoming a pool of blackness. Everything is black until blood red words form the two words: GAME OVER. Then a voice says "What the-?"
The voice belonged to Noah Nixen. He glared at his friend, Rex Salazar, who was grinning like an idiot.
"Care to say it?" The Mexican teen asked his friend, his tan face full of glee.
"No.." Said the pale boy with blonde hair and blue eyes
"You might as well.." Said Rex's 'pet' chimp Bobo Haha. The monkey had been reading on the couch, the teens had been playing in the lounge, between the two boys. The pale boy glared at the chimp before turning to his friend
"Before I do," Said Noah, turning to Rex "One question.."
"Fire away!" Rex said
"Why did you choose to play as Six?"
"Because, I rule at kicking ass.." Said a stoic voice behind the couch.
The two boys and simian turned to the owner of the voice. The saw Six stare at the TV, they turned back to it to see video game Six standing, katanas out and in an X shape, on the screen and a dark green background behind him with a white six on it. It matched him, from his suite to his goatee and glasses.
"Like I said, I rule at kicking ass.." And with that, Six walked away. Noah and Rex stared after him, Bobo went back to reading.
It was silent until Noah said "Play again?"
Rex smirked at his friend "Duh.."
They started the game up again "Humans.." Said Bobo as he left the room