"The never ending snowfall"
The year is 2036, The Earth is ingulfed in a white cloak, a never ending snowfall, the sky is plagued by dark clouds, there is a sense of dread and smell of blood in the air, the world is engaged in a never ending conflict that is world war three ], cities left in havoc and abandoned.
(The story shifts to a high perch point where a young man around 17 years old is holding a bow and taking aim, he is wearing a skin tight black armor with accents of blue around which outline his muscles and accompanying it is a blue shroud which are actually two separate sleeves held together by a metal plate on the back of his neck and he has two black straps on his thighs, he is also wearing a retractable faceplate that covers his mouth, he has black hair and orange eyes, he is about 6 feet tall with a lean yet muscular built.)
As he takes aim he begins to monologue, his voice devoid of emotion
The Boy- It started just like 4 years ago, until that day when the city of Samsara got nuked and everyone within the radius of 5 kilometers was vaporized, all but one boy survived those fiery pits of hell, I should have been dead but here I am.
The Boy releases the arrow and it flies at such high speed that the enemy terrorists below didn't even hear the sound of it piercing through the air, the arrow kills three of them and before the rest of them are killed in the matter of three seconds, 7 men killed with 2 arrows
The boy puts two fingers on his ear activating his earpiece, a feminine voice comes from the other end
The boy- Sector clear you can mobilize now get the refugees to the checkpoint
Voice- Good job Harsh, get back to hive and report-
Their call is interrupted by a signal jammer and the learns he is surrounded by 4 terrorists who are too close in range for him to use his arrows, so he takes out his bow
Terrorist 1- Hahahaha! Kid you really think we would let you load that thing? Say your prayers!
The terrorist charges at the boy
However, The boy presses a button on his bow and it dissects into two short swords gleaming with a crimson flash, the boy swings his swords and the terrorist drops dead on the ground his torso looks like it exploded from the inside
Terrorist 2- What the heck!?
Before they can process the information the boy moves with intense speeds and dispatches them with utmost perfection landing swings that all strike as a death blow
Wave after wave he kills without ceasing and they continue to fire at him as he deflects the bullets
**Terrorist 3**- DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
He fires at the boy relentlessly, the boy counters the shots but gets shot in his left arm causing him to drop one sword
***Terrorist 3***- So long boy, DIE!
He begins to fire at the boy but the boy picks up a dead body uses it as a shield and advances towards the enemy
***Terrorist 3***- What!? ain't no way! DIE!!!
Finally close enough the boy throws away the body and with the swing of his sword cuts the enemy's arm and sends it flying
***Terrorist 3***- DAMN! PLEASE I HAVE KIDS-
Before he could complete the sentence his head is chopped off in a single strike
As the last of his enemies falls dead on the floor the bow reassembles his bow and begins to walk in the south direction, he puts his fingers back on his ears reestablishing the call
The Boy- Yuri, I am returning send a chopper,
Yuri- Alright Harsh, sending a chopper, well done.
The boy stares at the clouded sky standing atop of the body of his enemies and monologues.
**Harsh**- Even four years ago when the world wasn't plagued by war, I was still this shallow of a human being, I was rejected again and again by my family as I failed to met their expectations despite my best efforts, they insisted that I must be great at everything from the get-go, even so I never felt anger or should I say I never felt anything from a word they said anger, happiness and compassion? I never felt any of that and when the city got nuked, I somehow was saved by a woman, she looked really happy as if she was the one who was saved not me, as I stood up and looked around me all I saw was fire and death, I somehow survived those fiery pits of hell while countless perished even my own family but I never felt anger or sadness for some reason, after that day I lived with that woman for a year who told me her name was Natasha she taught me how to survive but every now and then an urge took over her and she sexually assaulted me, this continued for a year until I was taken by the Ravens, a branch of the Indian government that serves as a refuge for children of war and molds them to be a soldier of their cause, it has been three years since that day.
***The chopper arrives and touches down***
**The Pilot**- Hop on boy!
***Harsh climbs on the helicopter and it flies over the frozen sea in the direction of the Himalyas, They can see a tall building in the distance, its light bright even in the snowstorm, this is Hive, The Raven's HQ in the middle of the Himalyas its like a bustling paradise for child soldiers inside. Harsh's chopper touches down and he enters the building as the door automatically opens, he walks through the walls holding his left arm which is bleeding, he enters the medical bay where several child soldiers are already they operate in teams with each team having one medic, Harsh however has no team thus no medic so he takes out the first aid box and sits near the table***
**Harsh**- Hmph!
He begins to tend to his wounds as he takes out the bullet and starts bandaging himself with a sense of familiarity since no medic led him to treat to himself and so this is not his first time and probably not the last, He just sits there and waits for his next mission as the snow continues to fall.