Chapter One: The Blood Flowed Deep…
I tasted something in the corner of my mouth. Salty? No…not salty…nor was it the metallic taste of blood. Water? Why the hell was there water in my mouth? My brain screamed the answer:
"Well, if you opened your eyes, dumbass, maybe you would figure it out!"
So, I opened my eyes. It was raining, softly. Almost a gentle mist, a mist that washed away the blood and death that over come the scene. Where the hell am I again? Oh right…Tharsis…on top of the Syndicate tower. Vicious! Oh wait…he's dead. Right…it was all coming back to him now. The dash up the tower…the death he left behind…like a boat through water, leaving a wake behind him. The death of Shin, dying to save his life. The battle, the colossal clash between titans. The bullet through one's heart, the slash to the other's abdomen. The staggering down the stairs…then…nothingness.
How the hell am I still alive? I struggled to sit up, pain coursing through my veins. Dried blood flaked off my body. I looked down to examine the wound. It was pretty nasty. It had crusted over with dried blood. It must have just missed my main arteries and my stomach. Lucky…I guess.
Fought myself to stand up. Once again, pain spread through out my entire body, forcing me to gasp. I looked up. The sky was a dreary grey. The day must have just started. I found my way down the deserted tower. Vicious's followers must have fled after learning of his death. After exiting the building, I turned down the nearly vacant avenue, toward my ship. I probably needed medical attention, but I didn't care. I felt like I wanted to die. Life didn't matter too me anymore.
But, I'm not one to give up, so…let's see…where could I go? What could I do? Could I really start a new life after my angel's death?