Thunder roared in the sky. The storm bad arrived, it was the third time this week. Out of the two other storms that came before it, the third was the least powerful of them all.
Standing in the middle of the abandoned encampment was the lone man in black who was now a changed man.
True now to his form, he was now half machine and half human, both in body, and mind.
Before that eventful night, the long night of pure bloodshed and agony, he was reborn. From the murderous, uncaring, stoic machine man he was, to a less murderous, a bit uncaring, still stoic man machine.
Complicated as it may sound, there was a difference. Even if it was just a smidge.
One opened his eyes and was greeted by the field of death he had sowed. He looked around and he felt emotions he never before had felt in such a normal manner until now.
"So this is what it feels to be happy," One said.
