Past is History

Trapped inside a vat of liquid, Nox float—unmoving. However, just yesterday he was able to move his index finger and he knew he could do it again—or perhaps even more.

Last month, he was able to open his left eye just a bit, although the liquid blurs his vision, there is something else hindering him from seeing clearly—an apparatus which allows him to breathe cups his mouth and nose—it obstructs his line of sight. He can't remember when he gained his consciousness, but it feels like he has been trapped for eternity.

At the corner of his vision, he noticed a silhouette. For years he wondered what or who they are, he learned their language. They call themselves scientists but due to their white coats, Nox started to call them his white coat wardens.

He barely remembers who he is and he can't remember how he got here, but he got the gist of how this world works as it advances to a new age. Two more of his white coat wardens start to talk, he hushes the voices of his mind and he begins to focus on the sound of their muffled voices.

"We'll...drain the liquid dampener...fill... the new one...transfer...facility…begin...3 minutes." Doubts start to fill his mind, uncertain if he misheard of their ghostly conversation. Nox cease all thoughts and command his body to move, he mentally tries to grit his teeth but his body doesn't receive the message

No, he refuses to be like this forever.

He flickers his eyes open in utter defiance and he sees two female wardens.

"…I think he's awake, I th-think he heard us," one of the whitecoats said and a man wearing a dark green suit with odd patterns walked in front of Nox, hands behind his back.

His cold glare slowly turns into panic as he realizes that Nox is glaring at him. He presses his ear with a finger. "Unit Alpha and Beta, to the 25th floor! Now!"

Nox rip away the breathing apparatus, with a single punch the glass shatters. The container spits him out, he slide to the ground—wet like a newborn baby.

Guards begin to flood the room, guns pointed at him.

With a sly grin, Nox leap and break through the ceiling. The concrete breaks like a piece of paper as he smash through it.

He miscalculates his strength or perhaps he forgot. Instead of landing one floor above, he smashed through the final ceiling and land on the rooftop. He coughed then dust his wet and smudged body, he take a deep breath. Finally free.

A loud rapid beating makes him whip his head around, it looks like a dragonfly of some sort. Based on what he have heard, the whitecoat's description of a helicopter fits it perfectly. It is exactly how he imagined it.

The night welcomes Nox as he gaze at the velvet darkness. He squint as light illuminates where he stands and he instinctively bolt away. He stumbles, barely recovering his sense of balance—someone else is attacking the building!

Bending his knees, he take one giant leap. He is certain that he'll land on top of a building because he trusts his instincts.

His instincts were right or perhaps he just leaped off from the building because he was panicking.

The concrete on the rooftop cracks as he lands, the distinct sound of a propeller alerts him of the presence of the helicopter. There's a soft hum coming from the rooftop, Nox look around and it comes from a metallic object, fans whirling slowly. He rushed towards it and grabbed the object.

Gritting his teeth, he hug the metallic object and start ripping it out. It clangs as his grip slightly bends it. Sparks crackle as he tears it off from its base, he wait as the helicopter gets nearer.

Nox take a few steps, gaining momentum before throwing it at the helicopter.

As the projectile hits the helicopter's tail, it spins around until it hits the building he were in and explodes. With a grin, he breaks a stride as he park through the roofs.

Time slows down as he spots a bullet, whizzing past him. The situation is getting worse, he probably shouldn't have leaped through the air. This gives him less room to dodge.

Unfortunately…

"Argh!" Nox wince as a bullet hits his ribs, piercing through his body. Instead of landing on a rooftop, he crashed at the edge. He fell along with the broken tiles, into the dark alley.

(Everything feels cold and heavy as his body is trapped in a thick block of ice, his frozen eyes can see the blurry images—they move, stand still, and leave, he doesn't know what is happening but he do know what he have to do.)

(He needs to find his blade, the catalyst of his bloody vengeance)

(He tries to focus his power in finding the presence of his sword, but he can't feel its presence anymore. A year passes by but he never gave up on finding the unique presence of his sword.)

(The sword created by a blacksmith with the gift to grant a blade to follow the will of its rightful owner, the blade feared by all and said to have ended the lives of countless demigods.)

(The gods' greatest sin, for allowing such a weapon to be created...)

(To see a glint of it, would be the last thing he see...)

(To wield it, is to scar his spirit...)

(He call upon its name...)

(Sin...)

(A shroud of dark clouds looms over the great ocean, waves violently crash to the ship of a wealthy merchant.)

(The ship rocks from side to side, the captain barks orders to his crew. Then everyone pauses as they hear a roar from one of their crew members.)

(The one who roared points to the horizon, everyone runs to the other side of the ship, intrigued by what might have caught their crew member's attention.)

(The captain slowly kneels down taking off his hat and placing it on his chest as he mutters a prayer. The crew gasps, baffled of what they are witnessing.)

(The water bulges violently, as it sends growing waves towards the ship. A torrent of water bursts through the sky, something pierces the clouds, breaking the gloomy weather.)

(The whole crew panics, they run around like headless chickens. A huge wave, larger than a castle is headed towards the ship.)

(Back at the prison Nox wait silently as he feel its presence, it's coming fast. He hears muffled voices, he see shadows crumpling to the ground.)

(A symphony of screaming oddly pleases his ears.)

(The screaming dies down, and he feel it. His heart beats faster, eyes dilating, skin heating up enough to produce steam around the glacial prison.)

(In a blink of an eye the ice shatters, he rises from his kneeling position as the iron poles and chains get cut into pieces. He smirks like the devil as he stretches his arm, his sword flies to his hand hilt-first.)

(He leaped through the ceiling, bursting through the cold concrete until he have reached the top of the fortress. He gaze upon the carnage.)

(He quickly jump from the top of the fortress easily gaining distance a few feet away from it. He glanced over his shoulder, pleased at what he see. Hundreds of headless bodies gushing blood, painting the snow red.)