1 The Start - I

Ever since I could remember I had this dream to one day be part of Tronos' International Defense Unit. I remember coming home from night classes one day, thinking back to when I was small. I was happy to be alive, not bothered by anyone, free to live!

Walking down the same brick laid, mossy road I had been walking down for 5 years since I was 7. The clouds had grown dark grey that day it hadn't rained in months and the people at school had become happy because of the downpour Kitafa was anxiously expecting. The road seemed to grow darker the later it became and I hurried myself home so I wouldn't have to explain why my clothes would have gotten wet.

Out the corner of my eye I saw wisp of black pass me, something devilishly black wiz past my head like a ghost. I would never forget the amount of pain I had received that day from a figure dressed in black a girl I know to well to day, her dagger piercing my skin tearing the cells apart, the dagger's end sticking out from my lower left torso the pain running through my body the adrenaline seeping with my blood allowing me to stand and face my attacker head on screaming in pain as I begin to turn. As I turn a sharp sword cuts at my spinal cord another scream leaving my body. I tower through the unconscious-ing pain and torment I was putting my body through, the rain that had been expected mixing with my bitter thin blood.

I fall on my back looking at the black haired girl that had been causing me such agonizing insufferable anguish. She looks at me with her hazel eyes and nonchalantly smiles at me lying down bleeding my thin blood. I catch a glimpse of her left wrist before I am cut once more diagonally over my heart, she has a tattoo resembling that of jaguar (meaning her soul creature is a jaguar). I knew then that I would probably die to a mad girl with a dagger and a ninja sword I lay flat, the final stand to her last attack plunging a sword right through my lower left arm was a pitiful death acceptance.

I begin to float in and out of consciousness as I am put on a wooden spinal board and hammered with steel nails through my legs and arms my brain falling in and out of sleep awaking every single time another nail was hammered through my limbs screaming in anguish, the excruciating misery powering through my body numbing it to the point where the pain seemed to tingle my body. A tormented tingle because I knew that, that pain would be irreversible and permanent. Looking back then I wish I had never walked home early, never walked down that street, never met that retched girl which I now love to bits. She probably doesn't know but I regret her being alive. Her insatiable beauty, her kind ruthlessness and her loving vengeful heart. She believes that one day she herself will gain her own soul, her soul creature that of a jaguar. I will probably never know why that research program chose me or why or how Roxan has a soul. Floating in and out of consciousness I remember feeling a warm hand holding mine it was a mesmerizing moment in my pain... The same girl that had attacked me was now holding my hand, tighter than anyone as ever. Her tears start to drip on me splashing on my already wet clothing she was suffering with me empathizing my feelings with me as if she herself was going through the pain.

I later woke up... strapped to a steel chair with metal clamps not noticing that my very body had been augmented, I was shocked with what I had looked like.

"I'm sorry" is what my tormented ears heard as if I was trying to comfort myself but that was not the case because as I turned my head to were the noise was coming from I felt this urge that it was my attacker trying not to look hoping it wasn't her but another urge came over my choice words to not look, I did not want to put a beautiful voice that made my ears soften to an attacker... but I had to say something to her I had to!

"What's your name" I say to her as I begin to turn my face the most amazing girl that I have ever seen her face white toned in excellence. Hazel eyes that made any others eyes feel lost when your eyes would meet hers. She had smiled at my response as if she had expected that I would say such a thing. I had so many things to ask her but I only could muster out was a simple question.

"It's Roxan and you are James Uni Matrix Unknown, SC(Soul Creature) Wolf" she says to as if I had a clue or understood what she had said to me

"May I be released from the clamps" I say to her while she takes a seat next to me on a small chair

"No, I would like to but that would be very unwise" she said to me with a disappointed hang of her head and sadden eyes she was ashamed of something they had done. It was probably because of the metal torso I now had which was over exposing my badly white toned skin. the metal was black in colour/color and chromed reflecting the light from the lamp next to my head. She sat with her feet on the chair and stared at me with her hands in between her calves and her head resting on her knees, staringh like I was something she hadn't expected. I looked back at her at her gorgeous hazel eyes. The moment became more and and more intense and the silence was broken with her slipping off her chair and almost hitting the floor. I started to crack myself up with laughter I was completely taken  back when my laughing caused my stomach to turn and my chest to tighten up I made sure I would never laugh again and that again she would make me regret it.

"JAMES...

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