Hello this was my first claymore fan fic and as such it definitely isn't perfect. Also my knack for grammar and punctuation is really low, and I am horrid at catching these mistakes. I'm still going back through and changing stuff and eventually I will get it mostly right. As it is, it seems (to me) to be fairly readable (but I don't pay much attention to punctuation and grammar when I read) but I may be wrong. It would be helpful if (in the event that you find oodles of mistakes) you could leave a review and tell me what to look for, it would speed things up a lot and be much appreciated. Thanks

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Each of them had been taken as a young child, no more than babies. They were forced to fight from then on against their trainers, against their peers and friends, and against them selves.

Each had survived the training, few had, only forty-seven out of hundreds passed into the ranks of what were called the completed warriors of generation zero. Those forty-seven were sent out to hunt down and kill Yoma that had shown themselves.

Most of the operations were covert, rarely was any of them seen by a normal human.

Even though the warriors could hide from the humans they couldn't escape their own mortality. Slowly they fell, most being killed by gangs of Yoma, some just went missing were assumed to be dead.

These four were now all that was left of the originals the duties of the fallen were being taken up by the new generation, generation one, and the new "organization" who gave them orders.

"Are you sure about this… sending the last of the prototypes, generation zero, especially since generation one hasn't been completed, we can wait until they are done, until we don't need them any more before we send them to be… disposed of. We don't even know what's in there yet, they most likely wont come back alive."

That was the newest of those gathered to become the handlers for the first generation of warriors yet to be completed. "The counsel has made its decision, we will send them into where we have pinpointed the source." said Rimuto head and voice of the council. "Bring them in" he said.

Four warriors stepped into the room to stand before the counsel in the eastern city of Sutafu. Three of the warriors were men and one was a woman. The men wore long cloaks of gray over an almost laughably small number of armor plates. The woman wore a shorter cloak of the same color over a similar amount of armor.

All four however had light blond almost silver hair, all four had eyes the color of their armor, and all four wore a sword on their backs almost as long as they were tall. They bowed as one before the counsel and waited their assignment.

"You are the last of your generation the last of the original half human half Yoma warriors created by this organization." Rimuto said to the warriors. "We have found what we believe is the source of the Yoma, you four are tasked with destroying it. The rest of your briefing will be given to you by the handlers… you may leave."

The four warriors turned as one and strode out of the room, their claymores striking lightly on the tops of their armored boots as they walked mixing with the slight strike of the metal on stone of the warriors footsteps.

"And out there you will most likely… Fall." finished Rimuto, head and voice of the council in the eastern city of Sutafu.

"Head here, makes things so simple when you can point at a map and neatly avoid walking the path there" griped Dillon as he squinted before the harsh winds and grit being kicked up by the desert's harsh climate.

"Quit your bitching and stay quite, your annoying the rest of us." sniped Sydney back at him.

"Being second most powerful here don't mean that you get to boss me around missy" came the growling reply.

"Want to test that?" Sydney replied the threat in her voice making clear her intentions as she stopped and turned to face him. "Ray waked right past Dillon and grabbed Sydney by the arm pulling her along with him as he walked. "We don't have time for this, you two have been at it enough already." Ray spoke coolly trying to stay the coming fit Dillon would likely throw has he did over everything that annoyed him. "Shut up lastplace you couldn't scrap with either of us" Was Dillon's usual taunt and it had the same effect it had had all but the first time. Ray kept walking and Dillon came after him intent on hitting something. The one at the head of the column appeared between them stiff arming Dillon in mid charge forcing the bigger man back a pace. "I have said this many times but it seems I must repeat myself yet again, there will be no fighting between comrades here is that understood by everyone?" the leader said glaring particularly long at Dillon but passing over the other two to be sure they got the message. Both Ray and Sydney nodded, Dillon repeated his ultimatum this time to the leader. "Being the best here doesn't mean I'll take orders from you either Nathan." Nathan sighed and made his reply "We will make this point when we make camp until then we keep moving… with out speaking is that clear." Dillon nodded and resumed walking. Nathan walked up to the head of the column and ray fell back to his place at the end of the line and the procession continued.

Nathan stabbed his claymore into the rocky ground of the canyon, "We're camping here tonight" he pronounced and sat with his back against his claymore. Ray and Sydney followed suit and left Dillon standing. "Come on, we're going to settle this…" Nathan sighed and stood back up pick up his blade. "Fine if your so eager to fight lets have at it then." Nathan assumed a fighting stance and waited. Dillon grinned, "I'm going to enjoy this."

Both of them twirled off their cloaks and stood ready, swords in hand. They met in a shower of sparks and spun away from the contact only to meet again their blades twirling and slashing missing their targets by a hairs breadth or being blocked by the other's sword.

"Such children fighting over every little thing. Dillon especially at least We have the good sense to stay out of it." Ray muttered to him self. Dillon and Nathan both turned leaping up onto a high ledge and continuing their fight. "It is annoying I suppose I don't care really as long as I can get some sleep, we have been marching for three days now and we aren't even half way there yet." said Sydney not even opening her eyes. "This little hike is starting to become rather irksome."

"Sorry, were we speaking to you?… We thought not. Don't entangle your self into our musings it… annoys us." that was Ray his voice had changed from being cool and unruffled to icy and menacing. "We apologize for his words we have asked him to not speak but he sometimes doesn't listen, nor do as instructed." Ray said his voice back to normal.

"Why do I always get stuck with the weirdo's. Multiple personalities, fuck, this is going to be a long trip." Sydney muttered under her breath. " We do not possess multiple personalities only a fragmented one, to us there is a difference. While multiple personalities can act only singularly We may act as a whole on occasion."

" What to you mean 'on occasion' and the two definitions seem close enough for me." Sydney said glaring at her comrade sitting similarly with his back against his claymore. He opened his eyes and gazed coolly at her. "On the occasion our goals coincide We can, for lack of a better expression, work together. Forming one whole from two halves so to speak."

"So when you refer to your self as 'We' you mean both of… you… are acting in conjunction?" Sydney asked looking slightly puzzled.

"No… 'We' refers to overlap." Ray said closing his eyes. "Overlap?… your weirder then I first thought." "Our thoughts overlap with each other constantly… It effects us physically as well as mentally." "What do you mean… is that even possible?" "We would like to stop this discussion here… We do not wish to relive buried memories." Ray said concluding the conversation.

Nathan spun and jumped using the spin to bring his sword around in a sweep at Dillon's shoulder. Dillon ducked under the sweep letting it pass harmlessly by his ear and twisted his arm around to stab were Nathan should have landed. Nathan slid his blade under Dillon's as he was still in the air and pushed it up vertical giving him leverage on Dillon.

Dillon jumped back to disengage and came again at Nathan who blocked and twisted again kicking Dillon in the chest and sending him sprawling. Nathan rushed forward appearing as even less than a blur and stabbed the ground where Dillon's head was.

Nathan's sword only stabbed into the rock, he straightened and herd a distinctive small splatter. "I win any thing after this is pointless." Nathan said turning around to Dillon who was facing away. "Fine I'll follow your orders for now, but I ain't taken any shit from the others you got that." "Fine its time we got some rest we need to be on the move again tomorrow we wont be stopping for another three days." Dillon turned and wiped the blood from the cut on his face that ran from nose back across his ear.

"Fine." he said and jumped down to the bottom of the canyon where the others were sleeping. Nathan waited at the top of the cliff for a bit then followed him down.