Chapter 1: Broken Pieces

Your character pursues, subject 237, a genetically altered super soldier through the reminiscences of New Berlin, a crumbling metropolis infested with huge monsters and rebels alike.

Chapter 1:Broken pieces

The broken glass of a once forgotten helmet lays scattered at your feet. Unit number still gleaming like the first day of combat training, it sits collecting ash on the cold hard floor boards. The fact that your three stories up makes the situation even more clear for a keen eye like yours. The broken railing that lays hanging over the edge behind the helmet is the final clue to explain the fate of the missing sniper squadron. Brushing the ash off your metal coated boots, you turn and stroll back through the doorway behind you. Slashed steel beam lay crumbled, untouched since before the shadows appeared in the streets to consume what was left of the city after L'day. The shadows of the innocent stain the walls around you, forever standing in shock as the end of they're mere worthless lives leave them. Stains of a dark past and an even darker future.

The doors shift open hesitantly, breaking the silence around your fragmented mind, nearly crushing all hope of survival for your pressing internal monologue. The shrill voice of the messenger nearly drives you to the breaking point.

“Uhhh, Sir there may be a need for your assistance in the courtyard.” He shrieks in his nasally voice.

“Why would you even think about disturbing my training Benjamin? You know the consequences for subject retaliation.” You yell slamming you sword into the target for the third time.

“Its not that sir... we've had an infiltration in courtyard 3. Subject 237 is gone.” He shrieks as he backs from the sword stuck in the wall beside him.

“This ought to be interesting then, right Benjamin?” You say as you march past him while he is still reeling from the sword throw. “Get the boots ready I’ll get my things.”

Pulling the last strap down on the top of the boots you scan the city ahead of you. The darkness outside the compound walls have never seemed so intimidating. The Crescent moon is the singular gleaming beacon exposing the ruins in front of you. The buzzing of your boots fills the eerie cityscape around you. The sudden impact against the roof nearly collapses your legs, as you glide off the ground. Backing up to the edge of the building, you burst into a dead sprint towards the harrowing edge. With Benjamin beside you lunge off the edge of the building before the boots pulse you forward. Clearing the street in front of you, tumble onto the rooftops of the buildings past the wall. The ash compresses your fall, as your slide through the leftover remains of the fallen. The sound of foot soldiers below echoes through the frigid air around you. 

“Where have we tracked him to?” You inquire into your wrist communicator.  “We cant just go out into the restricted zone blind, its a death trap!” 

“Don’t worry Captain, we tracked him to a old mansion just across the river from the base.” he responds quickly into his wrist. 

“I'll hang back here and make a safety point just in case anything goes wrong.” he says before cutting off of the comms.

The pulses of your boots propel you over the last of the buildings before the river. A mission detail pops up onto you communicators screen. The last of your mission needs to be stealthy so you don't lose the target or alert any of his guards. Sliding the pulsers off your boots, you quickly place them on your pack's clenchers. A fallen tower lays crumbled across the river ahead of you. Thoughts of fear surge through your head but you fight to keep control of your actions. The memories flow back to you as you stare at the once great kaiser tower. The kids playing out back and their playful screams fill your conscious mind encircling the once greatness of this twice fallen city. The hum of a boat engine awakes you from you solemn dreams, Quickly you rush along the tower's body to the lawn of your former home. You can feel the icy wind's torment on the old house. The world has changed, ravished by war and disease not to different from yourself. Memories of ninjutsu practice on the backyard's warm grass pass by you like the icy December wind. 

The glint of the moon light off the windows nearly obstruct your vision into the dimly lit rooms inside. The shadow of two figures protrudes through the old stain glass window. Suddenly a message comes in from Benjamin. Permission has been granted for the use of lethal force. - Ben. Understanding the command behind the message you climb the crumbling wall above hooking a breach line up into the window. Grasping your  curved blade , you take a deep breath before releasing your grip on the bricks in front of you. Coming down towards the ground you prepare for the impact with the glass. 

The glass shatters perfectly pushing all the glass on both the figures below. Unhinging mid swing from the breach line you land a crucial slice into the man in front of you. Blood sprays along the wall as the blade finishes its swing. The older man stands almost bewildered by his condition, before you plunge your blade into his stomach for the second time. Recovering from the second stab you notice the second person in the room. His size nearly overwhelms you mentally. His height nearly 6'8” and his stocky build surprise you, but you remove the blade slowly from the old man before charging the huge man in front of you. You try to swing underneath his hulking mass but are disarmed and dismayed as you lay crumbled beneath a bloodied operating table. You lay in shock as the massive patient checks on the old man, trying to reach your blade across the room you crawl towards it along the red stained tile floor. 

Blood spills out of your mouth as another darkly dressed figure enters the room. More blood spill form your mouth as you take another kick to the stomach from the larger man. Suddenly a boot lands on you shoulders with the force of an train, the cracking can be heard throughout the room. Struggling to escape, you try to crawl without your arms but are suddenly lifted out of the room, blood flowing from your mouth. The huge figure pulls you from the room and lays you down on your back facing the ceiling. You spit out the blood in your mouth trying to speak.

“You escaped and they wont give up until they find you, don’t you understand you are a liability to their plans.” you struggle to say as more blood rises in your throat.

“They will pay, I hope you know that!” he says as he lands a final kick in your chest.

Dizzied and broken you lay on the cold wooden floor beneath you.  As the door opens the dark figure pushes through the doorway, it's boot lands directly under your chin slamming you against the wall. The last thing you remember is the image in the window before you black out. A reflection of your true side, a cold broken soldier with nothing to lose.

Author's Note

Hey guys, hope you enjoy this new book idea I've been work shopping Please leave your suggestions or general opinions in the comments thanks. p.s. I'll shout out the person who can tell me how this connects to "The Last of Fallen Heroes".