Disclaimer: YES I DO OWN EVOLUTION!!!!!!*laughs maniacally* *takes another swig from a beer bottle*

Pyle: sorry about that, hes sort of drunk right now. We don't own evolution and probably never will :)

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Mag leaped down across a large stone and towards the first soldier, who noticed him and immediately raised his rifle. That was a mistake. Mag's nearly tripled in speed and his cyframe drove right down the barrel, splitting it apart. Then Mag curled his fist down. He sky-rocketed upwards into the man's chin, sending him flying backwards with his jaw broken and probably almost all of his memory lost.

Mag turned around to see four other rifles aimed at him. He ducked just as they all pulled the trigger. Bullets went zinging over his head and whistled off into the distance before they smashed into some trees or other obstacle. Mag rushed forward with his cyframe arm smashed half the rifles in two, empty cartridges scattering everywhere. Then he drew back his fist and smashed it into the man's face. When his cyframe came back there was a sticky red material on the end of it.

The man's face had nearly caved in. When Mag's fist had slammed through him, he could feel the man's flesh, twisting, turning. A sickening thud of a body colliding with a tree ended the man's life. Mag turned around with murder in his eyes. He was fueled by his vengeance. He would not stop. He was to avenge Chain's death, no matter what the cost.

He turned around with his fist thrown outward, crashing it into another skull of the men and sending him zinging down into the ditch, where he cracked his head solidly on a rock and lay still.

The other ten men who had been in the squad were watching this, but when they saw the first three soldiers die, they began to get a bit nervous. One of the men raised his rifle and fired at Mag.

Mag could see the man raise the rifle before that happened, and he knew that this way he wouldn't have to kill the next man. He grabbed the man beside him and held him in front of the bullet. It zinged forward and shot him clear just above his right eye, leaving a dark and gaping whole wear his brain would have been. Blood splashed all over the place.

The last man, who had finished reloading, took aim at Mag and fired. Mag tried to duck but was unsuccessful. The bullet struck his shoulder, about two inches away from the cyframe, and he flinched backwards. Then he fell to his knees for a moment, gasping. The other soldiers waited to see what would happen.

But Mag had felt lots of pain in his lifetime. He had been battle-hardened by going through dungeons and ruins all his life. He had received many wounds in his travels through them. This was no different, except, he didn't have any Naolin to heal it now.

Then, without another glance or a moments hesitation, his fist shot upwards and into the man's jaw. In that instant, the man's lower jaw was torn clean off and went zinging through the air, landing with a sickening splat on the ground. The man's bare tounge was showing out of his mouth, drooping downwards as there was no rest to hold it up.

Mag whirled around with a roundhouse type punch and cracked him solidly on the head. He was out like a light.

Mag turned around and knew that all of the men had rifles reloaded and had them cocked. Their scopes were on him. Mag knew the ducking trip wouldn't work more than once. So he tried something crazy. He ran forwards.

This did exactly as he planned. The men became very confused and they all fired at the same time. They had not had enough time to aim properly and almost all of them went over his shoulders. But one man had taken the time to aim. The bullet crashed into his leg and stopped his sprint dead. He dropped to his knees again, panting hard. Blood began to leak down onto the ground around him.

Gasping for a moment, he fell forward and his hands touched the ground. He gasped a bit, blood pooling out of his mouth. Then he leaned back and stood upwards, once again overpowering his pain by his vengeance. All of the men stared in shock as Mag leaped upwards and rushed towards them.

Man leaped forward and pulled the rifle from the first ones grasp, then turned it towards him and pulled the trigger. He fell over backwards, dead.

Gre leaned over the log and pulled the trigger. A bullet zinged down and crashed into a man, which only caused him to stand in one spot. Then blood poured out of his mouth and he fell over, dead.

As the other men put bullets into the rifles, Mag began a killing spree. He launched forward with the ferocity of a grizzly bear who had just lost it's young to a hunter. The first man gave a terrified gasp as Mag drew his cyrfame back and slammed it forward.

The man tried to dodge away but was caught a glancing blow to the side. He went flying through the air head first, crashing into a tree and lying still. Mag didn't stop there. He ran forward and drew back his fist again.

"No, don't!" the man pleaded. "I just work for them, I swear!"

For a moment, Mag hesitated. But then he remembered Chain. The way she had been shot, the way she had fallen to the earth, the way she had died in his arms.

And then, without hesitation, his fist crashed forward and ran right through the man's chest, leaving a gaping whole. A series of cracks and squishing sounds peeled through the air. The man's rib cage bones were showing. He stared down at himself, then his eyes rolled back in his head and he was dead.

The other men stared in shock at what had just happened. "We're done for!" one shouted.

And they all went fleeing into the woods. Except for two. One was a lieutenant, who had Linear in his arms, a knife pressed to her neck. The other was Admiral Alton, who was aiming a pistol at him. Linear had tears running down her cheeks.

Mag saw Linear and he snapped for the second time that day. He dashed forward with inhuman speed and his cyframe flew forward and smashed into the man's head. His head was whacked clean off and went swirling through the air. It conveniently landed on top of Alton's head, nearly knocking him from the horse.

The knife slowly slid down Linear's neck, as the man no longer had control over his body. But it didn't cut her, and that was lucky. But what happened next wasn't lucky at all.

Admiral Alton scooped up Linear in his arms and rested her comfortably on the horse, then he whipped his horse and it went running off into the distance.

"LINEAR!!" Mag screamed. His shout was ear-splitting, shattering the tranquility of the afternoon.

He tried to dash after her, but he found that his body wasn't responding very well to things that he told it to do. Slowly, and deliberately, he lowered himself to the ground and quietly lost consciousness.

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When Mag awoke he was lying in bed with a large cast over both of his wounds. The first thing he did was take them off. His arm and leg hurt like hell, and he saw that he was alone in the room.

"Master Mag, you are awake" said a worried Gre from the other side of the room.

Mag looked at him for a moment. "Where's Linear?"

"Admiral Alton took her, saying something about needing her to complete the war and find the ultimate power" was his reply.

Mag shook his head for a moment, as though he could force the memories back into his mind. His hair swished around slightly and he realized that his goggles and cyframe were missing. He looked to the side of the bed and saw that they were mounted on the wall. He slowly climbed out of bed and picked them up, attaching them to the places they previously were.

"What are you doing, Master Mag?! It's too dangerous to chase after them, and you are not fully healed yet" argued Gre.

"I have to go get Linear back" said Mag. He walked down the stairs and out the door. Gre followed him to the front door but then realized that nothing he could say or do would change Mag's mind, but wishing that there was.

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Whoo hoo! Lot of violence, no? This WILL turn into a romance between Linear and Mag, so don't think it is a chain x mag thing, k? Chain is dead, and she isn't coming back to life, because Evolutia wasn't there that time. Anyways, the only way you can get me to keep writing is to review, so REVIEW! I really like reviews!

Buh bye!

Pyle