The wind was blowing strong and the night crept with evil and the souls of the forgotten. A lone soldier; genetically enhanced, and one of the last of his kind walked alone in the dark. The rain poured down upon his head as his wet bangs hung over his eyes and the chains from his jacket connecting to his pants rattled and clashed together. The street lights over him were the only thing keeping him visible in the dark, from his all black clothes and tall hooded jacket coming over his knees. His eyes were dark and blackened from his head being down. On his back lay twp sword cases. One hung across his back with the other crossing over the other side of it; he took a couple more steps and then stopped, Placed his hand on top of the handle of one sword and braced his feet in a fighting stance. A light on each side of the deserted street exploded from afar, faster and faster they explode, as the darkness quickly approached him, Boom! The two over his head explode and he is engulfed by complete darkness and the blackout continues down the street. Now, the only light revealing him was the full moon in the dark sky. He looks up at it, Struggling to keep the beautiful sight in view as the rain blinded him. Wiping his eyes, he takes a deep breath and looks down to the ground, puts on the hood of his jacket; as he did this, a red glow emerged from underneath the hood. All of a sudden! A glow of light speeds toward him as he dodges to the side with incredible speed, as if he disappeared into the rain and takes off into the air in a rapid spin. At this moment the world starts to slow down, even the raindrops echoed as they hit the surface of the earth. The dark figure reveals itself, emerging from the shadows it takes flight at him as he draws his sword and slashes it in two. Then, another comes from behind and he shifts all his body weight into his left side as he spins his foot into a powerful kick impaling its head into the ground, the concrete underneath them crumbled and the earth shook with an enormous force. The time and speed went back to normal and the creatures evaporated into the rain as he gets up and wipes the crumbles of pavement off of himself and puts his sword back in its case. Walking in the dark and the pouring rain calmed his mind and made his senses stronger, he feels a heart stopping evil sense, and it was huge! But wait, it’s strange……it’s big nonetheless, but it’s in small portions. That could only mean one thing. Once again he reaches for his sword case. But this time he pulls out another and holds it in front of him at a curved angle with the blade facing out. Lowered his stance, and at that instant, thousands of shadow like creatures surround him. He looks around and the figures how he is going to take care of this problem. Once he puts his hood on, his eyes glow red, and for the first time he speaks. He looks up and says, "Bring it!" Several "Lurkers" took charge at him as he ground sweeps one and comes up with a rotating kick. While still in Mid-jump, he slashes two of them, one underneath him, and the other right in front of him. When he touches the ground, there is already another pack formed around him. He starts to sway back and forth with his arms swinging to and fro. His legs duplicate the same movement as if he was dancing to an exotic beat, as he started to break dance. He begins slicing their feet while gyrating in circles, kicking them as he spins off his back, lifting his foot into the nothingness that would be a face if there was one. He launched himself into the air again, by dropping down to his forearm and pushing off his elbow. Suspended in mid-air; He embraces his swords tightly in his hands, throwing his left leg over his torso, forcing himself into a rotating, flipping, motion. Bending his spine and curving his body to make his movement more sharp and fluent, he swung his swords; alternating from his left side to the right, Launching sword like energy waves from the upper-mid section of his swords; that were sharp, yet curved. As he does this he cries out "Eternal damnation!"Destroying hundreds of enemies, he lands and once again attacked by swarms of lurkers. ‘I’m in trouble.’ He thinks to himself. ‘There are too many and I’m getting tired.’ He continues to fight them, and slowing down each and every swing he took at one. He then realizes he’s out matched and searches for a clear area to take a short breather. He looks over while dodging a swing and finds a skyscraper and takes off into the air and surpasses several lurkers on his way. Once he makes it, he starts to run up it, they follow him up the building. And soon follow the shadow creatures like a pack of wolves after their pray, but they forgot one thing……who the pray really was! The light dashes down throughout the building floors, down the stairs to the last floor and dashes out he front door and into the street again. The rain got heavier and so did every breathe he took. The light dispersed and turned back into the warrior and he was ran down and tired, but his spirit wasn’t. The pursuit was over and he speaks again. "You little pricks are persistent aren’t ya?" He says as his blades drop to the ground. One of his eyes is now half closed and his breathing patterns start to change into a shiver. His arms lower, almost touching the wet concrete. All of a sudden, they rush him. One charges and rams him in the stomach and his eyes widen from the pain, he stumbles backwards a couple of feet and hits the ground. Quiet, complete silence is what lurked amongst all of them. Now, with no weapons, he brings himself to his feet and stood in the same position, shaking, and started a low and dark laugh that was faint, but noticeable. Slowly he starts to laugh louder and harder and his hands start to open up and shake backwards and forwards. As he did this, His hood struggled trying to stay on his head from his body. Red, was the color, mixed with black. The flow of the power around him was sharp and disturbing, like it was made out of pure hate and suffering. Then his voice got deeper and evil like the devil re-incarnated. The lurkers didn’t care and charged at him again and took flight into the air. The first one that attacked was almost in his face until he grabbed it by its face, his nails were now black and sharp and dug into its face and he instantly destroyed it. His hair was now longer and his bangs were sharper and hung over the red glow of his eyes. After the lurkers saw what happened they started to shake and back off a little. Then he says "what’s wrong!? Not having fun anymore!?" some of them tried to take off but his speed was too great and he dashes at them and cut them off and said. "Why are you leaving? It’s just starting to get fun!" with a spin shaking laugh that followed. He turns his body into a downward spin motion and kicks one into the air, and just as fast as he kicks it he’s in the air right next to it rotating sideways. And smashes it in its face with his left foot, at this point he was looking down at the rest of the creatures under him and smiled with an evil grin as he licked the thick black blood like substance off his claws and yelled "you bastards ready to die!!!?" as he fell in the middle of the pack of blood thirsty lurkers and dashes out of sight with in seconds, out of nowhere one of the lurkers burst into the air and soon followed another, then three, then seven, back to back one after another lifeless dark figure appears in the air until there was about twenty and soon he follow right after. The evil grin appeared on his face once more; he grabs one by the leg and throws it into one on the left of him so hard, that it exploded into a dark icky smoke like cloud that blended into the dark abyss. His rampage was just starting and about to get worst. Plunging back to the ground with an enormous speed he makes impact. Breaking the ground underneath him, and looked up seeing the lurkers coming to the earth also and says "you don’t get to feel the earth anymore. You will die. And you will burn in HELL!!!" with this being said he takes off after them. On the way up, he starts to loose control of himself, he starts to have freighting feelings for only wanting to kill anything and anybody, not caring about anything else, like a tool, a fierce blade on a rampage for blood, glowing with a dark aura…feeding off of flesh, cutting and tearing the mere soul of the unfortunate that runs across it, Just killing and the taste of blood on his claws and mouth. The feeling took over and he lost himself. All of the creatures hit the ground because he couldn’t stand the feeling of pain and hatred and stopped himself before falling into darkness. But, the voices were telling him to kill and echoed in his mind too loud and hurt him, "remember how they treated you?" they said "Don’t you want payback? Kill!" Holding his head and screaming, he listened to them, yelling at the top of his lungs. He charges at the crowd and starts releasing his fury. Slashes and kicks were being released in every direction, he punches one and grabs another by the head and slams it into another. Then another creature swings at him and he grabs its arm and rips it off and uses it to throw at the lurker plunging at him and knocked it out of the air. He continues a gruesome fight, ripping and tearing, threw the lurker after lurker as tears start to go down his eye, because he has just realized the animal he has become. Trying to tear he rips and tears threw the lurkers one by one. "It feels good," he says. "It feels too good!" As another lurker and kicks it into the air with a rotation kick which he kept his body up by touching the ground. He then takes charge towards a wall and propels himself off of it, slicing everything in his reach at a high speed, propelling himself off the buildings surrounding him he strikes it nine times and it hits the ground and vanishes into the dark room Once Again, complete silences. The battle was over and the lurkers gone, still breathing heavy and eyes glowing red, the lone solider stands in the pouring rain. A sharp pain runs threw his head, he falls into his knees, screaming at the top of his lungs in pain, internal suffering takes its told and he falls down in the rain. Lifeless…Emotionless…Heartless, "The pain will never end"…life, what is our meaning? To suffer? To feel intense hate and pain? What is love? Is it real; or just an illusion? As I fade away, I think about all of theses strange questions. I fade away into a better place in my mind. Where nothing can hurt me and where it’s warm and safe while I sleep. The solider looses consciousnesses in the dark, murky rainy night. Mom embers after he passes out a woman appears in all black with a corset and metal buckles holding it together and pushing her chest up revealing an enormous amount of cleavage. From the roof top Which she stood, you could see under her black and red plaid skirt that came up to the top of her bottom curves, which reveled red with black outlining panties with chichi devil anime girls. She gives a big grin and jumps off the roof, her pigtails flowed in the air as the moon reflects off her light brown skin. She lands on the ground and a big splash from the water kickers her skirt up a little bit as she starts to approach the unknown solider, as he lies lifeless on the ground. Once upon approaching him