Mission Status: SUCCESS

-Some months before 113's video-

-Unknown location, America-

-G.E.A.R compound-

"There's been a disturbance in sector 3-"

"Unidentified intruders near sector 7-"

"I saw one! Search sector 1-"

Footsteps pounded on the ground. Armed men and women in full bulletproof armour stormed in and out of short gray buildings. Walkie-talkies were screaming with static and frantic voices.

"I need backup on sector 13-"

Unconscious bodies littered the floor. Many were covered in burn marks. There were no bullets, no guns, no weapons.

"They're nearing sector 9! All men on me-"

In the middle of all this chaos, a young man stood calmly. He held a large leather bound book. If anyone were to listen, they would hear voices coming from that book. The man's clothes rippled, though there was no wind.

The man sighed. He had hoped for a simple mission, but of course, his group hardly felt the same.

Elsewhere in the compound, another young man pounded through hallways, opening door after door only to find the rooms empty. His clothes were ripped from bullets, but there was no sign of blood. He opened another door. Empty.

"Hey"

The man turned back into the room. Looking around, there was no one in there. He looked again. This time, a boy sat couched in the corner. He seemed scared.

"A-are you here to... to help? I saw you... I saw you opening the o-other doors."

The man smiled. "Kesese, of course I'm here to help..." He trailed off and put a finger to his ear. "... Yeah, yeah, I found one. All the others are empty... What do you mean 'reinforcements'? Who screwed this up?... Ugh, yeah I've got him."

He turned to the boy.

"What's your name?"

"My... my name? Oh uh, my name's... my name is Matthew."

"Alrighty Matthew. I'm Gilbert. I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"

"Uh... o-okay... um... Gilbert."

The man, Gilbert, grabbed Matthew's hand and gently pulled him up. He was unhealthily thin. His clothes were tattered. Gilbert kept hold of Matthew's hand as they walked out of the room...

Straight into a hallway filled with guards.

"Stand Down. We are prepared to shoot."

Gilbert simply looked at them calmly and stated, "Go ahead".

"Stay behind me." He whispered to Matthew.

The boy was terrified, but nodded and moved behind Gilbert anyway.

They started to back away from the guards slowly.

The guards fired.

The bullets hit Gilbert.

They ripped through his shirt.

They hit the ground with a clang.

Gilbert's skin was smoking, but no blood was present.

"Run, Mattie!"

They broke into a sprint just as the guards snapped out of their stupor. The halls were filled with the sound of footsteps. They ran for the fence that surrounded the entire compound. Bullets whizzed past. Guards were yelling.

"Mattie, on the count of three, I'm going to boost you over the fence. Be prepared to grab it!"

"Okay!" It was the loudest he had spoke in a long, long time.

"One... two... THREE!" Gilbert trusted Matthew over the fence just as a bullet hit Gilbert's arm. It ricocheted off his skin and hit the leg of a woman being him, if the yell was anything to be based on.

Matthew didn't have to worry about grabbing the fence. He flew right over it, and hit the ground hard.

"Get up, keep running, you'll meet up with my friends!"

Matthew scrambled to his feet and took off. He finally felt free again. He ran past trees and into the forest. He kept running, as fast as he could. He heard the fence groan as Gilbert started to climb. He heard the gunfire. He kept running.

He kept running until he ran straight into a body with such force that the person he hit was thrown to the ground.

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I'm really sorry..."

The man in question, who was currently on the floor, stared at him for a second.

"You are the one Gilbert found?"

"Kesese, yes he is! You alright there, Luddy?" Gilbert appeared next to Matthew.

The man he had ran into, Luddy, nodded and stood, brushing the leaves from his pants.

Matthew piped up, "Who are you all?"

A man with a large book answered. "I am Arthur Kirkland. The man you hit is Ludwig Beilschmidt, the man who found you is Gilbert Beilschmidt. And these ones" he pointed to a group of people to his left, "are Alfred F. Jones, Francis Bonnefoy, and Lovino and Feliciano Vargas respectively. We call ourselves the Resistance. We rescue poor Abnormals like yourself from G.E.A.R."

"I'm Matthew Williams."

"A pleasure to meet you, Matthew."

"Are you all...?"

"Yes, we are all Abnormals."

"What can you do? I've never met anyone like me before!"

"That's a conversation for later, I'm afraid. We need to get away from this area." Upon seeing Matthew's disappointment, he added, "I will tell you, I promise. Let's just get back to headquarters first."

He whispered to Matthew, "Don't expect much, headquarters is my basement."

Matthew laughed for the first time in a long time.