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Snow had fallen continuously and furiously with every second of time passing by. The frosty bite of the harsh cold winds bit at his skin. He wandered for weeks, months. Maybe even years. He's lost track of time. He's been walking in the same woods for god knows how many days now.

The wound in his stomach had healed, due to his healing ability, but left a nasty scar and a reminder of his vengence. The hood of his cloak had angrily been flailing in the wind as the spartan trudged on. Mentally, he was the lowest he could possibly be.

The woods seemed endless, and it didn't help that he felt as of he were walking in circles.

Kratos of Sparta, was as lost as he could be.

It was quite funny. He thought he was at his lowest when he lost Deimos and pledged his life to Ares, but he was wrong. He thought he was at his lowest when he killed his family, but he was wrong. He thought he was at his lowest when he killed his cursed mother and buried his lost brother. And finally, he thought he was at his lowest when he casted himself off of Mount Olmypus. But he was wrong.

He had no one now. No one but himself, and even then he'd rather anyone else. He was alone, desperate and depressed. Kratos couldn't feel the anger that had boiled inside of him for all those years. The years of killing, murdering and destroying the lives of so many that didn't deserve it.

Some of those people deserved it. The people who screwed him the most. He sneered, he was mainly talking about the gods. He felt nothing but disdain for them still, even though they lay dead in pools of their own blood in the ruins of Greece.

Greece. His home, where he exiled himself from. The place he destroyed in his vengefulness against Zeus and the gods. He managed to achieve his goals, yet felt no satisfaction. No joy. No contempt.

It brought nothing but despair. He killed his own father. He was no coward. Even in the face of death many times, even when he faced Zeus, he never falted. But now?

Kratos was broken as a man could be.

He didn't see himself as a god anymore. He didn't see himself as the Ghost of Sparta or the God of War. He only saw himself as Kratos, the man who lost everything.

The storm raged on, and Kratos walked for several more hours before he spotted a cave in the distance. Not wanting to traverse anymore in the blizzard, he decided it was time for him to take shelter. For even a god needs rest sometimes. Kratos built himself a fire before he retreated to the wilderness again for a hunt.

It took him a while, but he managed to finally catch a deer off guard before he tackled it and killed the animal. Kratos heaved the corpse over his shoulder before he made his way back to the hand built shelter he made. There, he made sure to skin the beast before turning the dead animal into food for the night.

The exiled god quietly ate, the only thing heard was the harsh winds of the blizzard. He practically scarfed down the meat as he didn't eat for days. He had been trudging these woods for god knows how long, and the last thing he had to eat was a small rabbit he barely caught.

He finished what food he could before he sat in silence looking at the blazing flames of the fire. Kratos tried his damndest not to fall deep into his thoughts, but of course, failed. He found himself thinking of Lysandra and Calliope. The beautiful sound of Callipoe's laughter, her giggles as he held her in the air. The memory overtook his thoughts as it played out.

Her flute she loved so dearly always in her grasp, the melony she played. He thought about the times he'd listen to her play as Lysandra would lie in his arms, sound sleep. Kratos could feel her soft hair in his fingers even now as he sit here alone, in a cave far away from home. He swallowed heavily, feeking the guilt and overwhelming feeling off gried overcome him.

He didn't believe himself when he felt hot streaks of tears fall down his face from his eyes as he stared the fire in silence. Kratos couldn't even remember when the last tiem he blinked was, he was so lost in hisself. The fallen god let his head fall back and rest against the wall of the cave. He had not slept properly in who knows how long.

Exhaustion had overtook his body making his limbs feel as heavy as the earth. He wrapped the cloak around his body for a source of warmth, he felt his eyes grow tired. He sighed heavily, before he closed his eyes. The nightmares, visions of the memories of him taking so many lives, and demons haunted him whenever he closed his eyes.

Sleep never came easy for Kratos. Hell, he'd forgotten what sleep felt like sometimes because he'd be awake for days constantly. The fire began to die down but Kratos had no energy to stroke it. He felt some of the cold seep into the cave but felt no motivation to find heat, al he wanted to do was curl into the cloak and lie here. He didn't know for how long, but he didn't mind if he rotted here in a seeping puddle of his own misery.

The night raged on, and eventually Kratos did find himself snoozing away. The blizzard still stronger than ever, and with the wind still raging the cave became colder and colder. But Kratos has slept away, his mind blank and void of dreams. He saw nothing but darkness whilst sleeping.

An explosion, followed by a thunderous crash had awoken Kratos. The cave had shook viciously, multiple rocks and stones falling on top of him. He cracked his eyes at the sound of the noise before he sat straight up. He debated on whether to investigate the strange explosion, he wanted to sleep it off, but did he really have a choice? What if the remaining gods of Greece had been hunting him the entire time? Had they somehow found him? Kratos gripped his blades as he began to wander out of the cave. He looked around the area, realizing that the storm had subsided. The cloudy trail of smoke had emitted from an area a distance away from the camp Kratos had made for himself.

He mentally cursed himself before he trudged towards the signal. Had someone been trying to get his attention? He wouldn't know why. He avoided villages and civilization out of fear they would recognize him. No doubt that word made it out that Greece was destroyed.

Kratos found himself gripping the blades tighter and tighter with every step he took closer towards the smoke. His heartbeat thumped hard because of the adrenaline in his body, preparing himself for a fight if needed. The spartan didn't recognize the machine that lied in the snow in the distance, or the body that was hanging out of it.

The man looked dead, his body slumped out of the machine with blood dripping from his fingers. A large gash formed across his head, his weight as dead as any lifeless corpses. Kratos grabbed the man, before he heaved him from the machine and onto the ground. The man was quite heavy from muscle mass, but Kratos has tossed titans around. He set him on the floor to examine him more.

He was a soilder of some sort, though Kratos did not recognize his armor. The man looked much different than anyone Kratos has seen. His nose was pointy and eyes a tad bit bigger than Kratos's own. The man looked completely alien, and he couldn't make out what species he was. He was sure he'd never seen someone with such red skin...

Then all of a sudden, the man's eyes opened. Kratos's reflexes had kicked in, and he jumped back as the mysterious man suddenly floated into the air. With the blades ready for a fight, Kratos had locked eyes with the man who was floating in the air.

"You dare step towards me?" The man said. He crossed his strong arms, floating above Kratos and looking down upon him. He looked around the area. "Somehow my pod crashed. Knocked off course."

Kratos didn't back down. "Who are you?"

"I am of the Galactic Frieza Army."

Galactic Frieza Army...he's never heard of such an army. The word "Frieza" sounded foreign on his tongue.

"State your business."

The man scoffed. "That is none of your concern, worm." The man looked around the area before he scoffed in disgust. He looked at Kratos with a tiny machine on his face that fitted onto his eye. "Your power level is pathetic, worm."

"What are you talking about?" Kratos questioned, more bass in his voice. The man seemed to scan the area, looking around before he floated around the small area. Kratos was growing aggravated with the man dodging his questions. "Why aren't you answering me?"

The man frowned. "I do not answer to those beneath me, and most of all I do not answer to you." He uncrossed his arms, the man rolled his neck, and Kratos could hear the crack. He readied his blades, gripping them with a deathrgip. "I am looking for the God of War. A man named Kratos. They say he has skin as white as a ghost."

Kratos felt his heart thump an extra thump. They were looking for him? What for? Hasn't he endured enough? He thought he tied all the loose ends up in Greece by killing those who wronged him. Luckily he had the cloak on with the hood on, masking his known appearance.

"There is no god of war here." Kratos lied, keeping his composure. He was in no mood for a fight, and he was trying to defuse the situation. But the man seemed to have other plans. "You will not find what you seek."

"Nonesense!" He silenced Kratos. "We've been scouting this planet. We've seen, Greece, was it? Destroyed in ruins by this god of war."

Kratos sneered, and felt his heart thunp harder in his chest. "What will you do with this man?" Kratos feigned ignorance.

"Lord Frieza seemed throughly impressed with the stories he's heard about this...Kratos." The man seemed to forget his name before remembering it. "He tasked me with recruiting him."

"And if he refuses?"

"Then Lord Frieza commanded me to kill him." Rage bubbled inside of Kratos. The man hulked a glob of soit out before snickering. "Well, if thats all the questions you have worm, then I shall be on my way. But, it seems I've built up a bit of anger. And you're the only poor bastard in sight."

The man raise his hand, and a bright glow emitted from it before a ball of light was fired at Kratos. He gasped before he rolled out of the way of the blast. The blast was so powerful, the ground erupted from the impact and sent Kratos flying into the woods. He was stopped when he found himself being slowed down by several trees breaking in his tumble.

"It is futile!" He heard in the distance, a manical laughter followed. "Surrounder now! And I will make your death a quick one!"

He heard a zipping noise and immediately was heaved into the air without warning. He felt his face be pounded as the warrior punched him multiple times as they flew around. Kratos felt his anger rise, and roared. He gripped the man's throat, before flipping him over. The man's flight trajectory was derailed when Kratos had put him under ground forcing him to fly into the grains of the earth.

He was knocked off by a sudden collision into a mountain side the warriors crashed into. Kratos had pushed himself to his feet, feeling the vengeful anger inside him rise tremendously. He ripped the cloack off exposing his white ash skin, and red tattoo. He marched towards the man whose eyes had widened.

"You? You are the God of War?" He asked, but was barely able to react when a fist had collided with the side of his head.

Kratos dodged the oncoming blows, before he let a strong overhand right connect with the man's jaw. He felt the warrior fly back, but Kratos was prepared. The blades appeared in his hand, and he let the left blade fly wildly. He felt a bit of satisfaction when he saw the blade slice through the skin of the man, knowing he could bleed. Knowing Kratos can kill him...

Kratos let out a roar, before he twirled the blades around expertly. The man was trying his hardest to evade all of the blade's attacks, but couldn't as cuts were made around his body. The man's rage hit another peak when the blade sliced through his armor, leaving exposed flesh.

"You bastard!" The man cried out, before he flew at an lightning fast speed towards the Spartan, catching him off guard. Kratos felt the foot driven into his abdomen, and the force behind it that sent him who knows how far. Crashing into the mountainside, he felt himslef hurled through the moutain at an incredible speed. The man had been dragging him through the mountain, damaging it in his wake.

Before he knew it, he was breathing fresh cold air again instead of rocks and dirt. Kratos took the opportunity to overpower the man, throwing a harsh fist into the man's face. Kratos could feel the man's nose crack harsh under his fist. The man roared in pain, before Kratos gripped the man by his suit and flipped him, slamming him into the ground harshly. Keeping him in his grasp, he then threw the stranger through several trees.

He didn't have time to react before he felt a fist rammed into his chin, lifting him up several feet into the air. He was intercepted as the mysterious warrior let a barrage of punches and kicks into Kratos, before a harsh kick sent him straight to the ground.

Kratos collided with the dirt so hard, he felt the crater he made. Dust kicked around him, and he could feel himself begin to blackout in his mind. The rage he had been trying to supress so hard was overtaking him to the point where he was quaking on his knees.

"Well," he heard in the distance, the voice was shaken from the heavy breathing the warrior let out. "That was fun, don't mean to cut the fun short but like I said." He let a hand out aiming at Kratos, before light began to form around it. "Had you cooperated, maybe you'd live. But I'm sick of worms not knowing their place-"

Kratos yelled, before letting the right blade fling in the direction of the warrior. It wrapped around his aiming arm, cutting off the blast. It took the stranger by surprise, and Kratos yanked him towards him. The man practically flew into a gut punch, before Kratos let out an overhand left.

Kratos connected to the man's chin, before he let his fist ram into his gut. The Spartan had let out a bunch of punches to the stranger, the man could barely dodge and block them. The weight of Kratos's fists seemed to begin to weigh his opponent down.

The man tried a flashy kick, but was shot down by Kratos catching his leg. He slammed his elbow onto his leg, feeling it slightly snap out of place. The man let out a vicious scream, before his fist was driven into Kratos's chest. The impact of the punch let out a shock wave that had shattered multiple trees in the area, but it barely fazed him though, as he was right back on his tail.

The warrior tried to use his flight to gain leverage, but was intercepted by Kratos in his takeoff which sent both of them flying. Kratos roughly gripped his neck, before letting a flurry of punches to his face and body connect.

Kratos was overpowered, and was now being driven straight into the ground by the stranger. "Why won't you die!?" The man cried out in fustration.

A question many of his foes asked.

Kratos gripped his left blade, before stabbing it into the man's side. A cry of agony and pain erupted from him, and he was forced to let go of Kratos. With the man still impaled with the blade, Kratos swung the chain, letting the man fly over his shoulder. Kratos extended the chain, watching the man fly from the blades and into the a rock. The impact was so harsh, it split the rock snd the warrior went through it completely.

Kratos tumbled into the dirt, being stopped by a tree. The tree split in half as the mass of his body hitting it. The tree fell completely on him. Kratos took his time getting up, he was getting annoyed. The game was over, and he was ready to end this fight. He threw the tree off of him ease.

On the opposite side, the man slowly sat up before he gasped in pain, and short of breath. The man touched his side, the gashing wound poured blood. Confused, he looked at the blood now covering his hand.

"Those...those blades wound me..." The man looked at his wound once more, before his face contorted to anger. "It seems I've underestimated you." He stood to his full height, he looked at the blades with an expression of unbridled rage. "What are you?"

Kratos was already standing. He was covered in blood, but he felt strong. He could fight for days. Blood dripped from his face, before he spit a chunk of blood in his mouth onto the snowy ground. The soldier was a formidable one, and he was putting up a battle for the spartan. Kratos tightened his grip on the blades.

"What lies ahead of you."

The man roared, before letting his hand rise and sending a flurry of angry blasts Kratos's away. He responded by dipping and dodging then, before jumping high in the air. He let the blades fly around his body, and connected with a slash to the man's chest. It wasn't a good placed slash, but it was one that would slow him down.

The man answered with a kick to the jaw, which knocked Kratos off balance. He mananged to block the other kick, but not before being exposed to a right hand to his body. Kratos quickly let a lighting fast jab which was placed perfectly on the man's jaw, knocking him back a few feet.

Kratos followed up with an right, connecting with the side of his head. Kratos immediately took the chance to quickly grappled him, lifting him up by the neck and slamming him into the ground. He wrapped his hands around the stranger's throat, before the stranger begun to claw and scratch at Kratos's face. Kratos let his fist ram into the man's face, before he let his other connect as well.

He flipped Kratos over, and made an attempt to escape but not before he was caught in a rear naked choke. Kratos realized that the man was only striking, and not grappling which he was exposed to a weakness. The spartan snaked his arms around the man's neck, before latching on. He flailed helplessly in the hold, before blasting off into the air.

They flew into multiple trees and the side of a mountain, but Kratos refused to let his hold go. No matter how high they flew, or fast, or how hard they crashed into things. Kratos only felt his hold grow tighter and tighter with his anger increasing. The man had finally crashed them once more into the ground, helplessly clawing and scratching at Kratos's forearm. The man's movements began to slow as the air begun to escape from him. Gritting his teeth, Kratos had squeezed his hold on him until the man's body went limp.

He roughly gripped his chin and head, and snapped his neck. Finishing the job.

Kratos threw the man off of him, placing him face down in the dirt. The former God of War breathed heavily as he stared at the dark sky. Snowflakes fell on him, he felt his anger slolwy decrease as he lied there. His mind was all over the place. One moment he was sleeping, and investigated a crash. The next, he was in a fight for his life. Granted, it'll take a lot more to kill him than what the soldier could put out. Despite being dragged underground, slammed through mountains, and hit with fists and kicks at the speed of light. He had barely worked up a sweat. It had been sometime before he moved, and it began with him getting up. He stood to his full height, and felt his healing factor heal his cuts and bruises. He looked towards the now dead mysterious man, before he flipped him over to study him more. The man was wearing blue armor that clung to him, he had a weird haircut with the red skin he wore. The weird armor was alien to Kratos, but the formiddble warrior looked alien. Nothing like the people he used to see back home. They also didn't fly, punch at lightning speed or send powerful blasts from their hands.

Kratos searched the man, and found a weird, small green tinted antique that looked like you looked through it. He threw it to the side, before he eyed the vessel in the distance that he found the warrior in. He practically dragged himself to the machine. It had a pink, circular tinted see through barrier that grnated access for vision.

He didn't recognize the contraption, but had spotted something that had been blinking on the side. Multiple buttons of some sort had been placed along the seat. He read the words on the blinking screen:

Planet 4032-877

He raised an eyebrow. Could this take him far away? These woods weren't safe anymore, and the food was beginning to become scarce with the continious blizzard. And people were now huntjng him again. Surely they would find the man dead if he was specifically tasked to hunt him down. Kratos looked at the dead man feet away from the pod, and the destroyed area around him from the harsh fight.

He seated himself inside, and didn't get the chance to react before it closed up and locked. He pressed against the barried, seeing the man's dead body still lie flat in the snow. The pod had violently shook, before Kratos felt himself blasted into the sky at an unreal speed. Only moments went by and he saw the giant orb of his world before it became incredibly dwarfed by the speed of the vessel...

He didn't know what lied ahead of him...but one thing is for sure. He will find this "Frieza."