Black-wings

Black-wings Prolouge

Warning! This story has mild to intense language. Do not read if you are bothered by swearing and violence.

I am seeing them again. I stare at what were beautiful emerald eyes but are now eyes tainted by bloodshed and filled with fear and pain, the owner of the eyes was a young girl suspended high above the ground by a horrifying craeture. The monstrosity was truly a thing a nightmares, it was wrapped in shadows and had the apperance of man from the waist up, but had goat legs and a large serpintine tail.

The beast eyed his prey greedily, cracking a malicious smile at the poor girl as she begged for her life. A sharp pain shoots through every nerve in my arm halting my feeble attempt at standing. I look to see not skin but a gold plated limb, scratched and abused, mangled and broken with cracks running through it. I hide the short blade protruding from the red gem embedded in my gold limb standing in for my right arm as i still my hot breath threatening to give away my position.

I begin to feel the burning pulsation course through the wretched thing, a power binding me to my promise. A power that was also created to end my life. Ignoring the pain I get up and take in my surroundings through hazy vision. All I see is a town now burning to the ground, and in front stands the man holding a girl by her throat. He begins to choke the girl harder to silence her pleas causing her to cry in pain.

The sight causes my protective instincts to kick in, i leave my spot to confront the creature, in doing so i was insuring my death, but only the life of that girl mattered.

"Put her down!" I yell at the man.

He turns to me with that same horrifying grin, "what did your sorry ass just say?!"

. His voice was deep yet scartchy, as if his throat was rubbed with sand paper prior to our meeting. "Put her down!"

I repeated.

"As you wish" he said with a tone fuled by sarcasim and amusment. I hear the thud of the girls body hitting the ground. She laid there limp, there was no movement from her. It seemed as if her life left and the only thing left behind was a hollow shell. " I got bored with her anyways, she didn't put up much of a fight." Those words made me snap my attention to the man just as he makes his way towards me. I try to move but pain and fear keep me frozen in place, the man stops a few steps in front of me and raises his sword. "It's your turn to die!" he screams at me, and in that moment he brings his sword down with all his might.

"Shit!!!" I yell as I shoot up from my bed. I Look around realizing I am in my room and that I am covered in sweat. "That damn dream again" I say to myself. Ever since that day I've had nightmares every night for three years. I got up from my bed as soon as I calmed down and headed towards my mirror. Starring back at me is a man with the build of a soldier. Dark spiked hair and a chinstrap styled beard to compliment the hair style. I look at my scars, a giant x that's the color of the abyss marks my chest, and on my left eye is a scar running down to my cheek with the same dark color.

These are the wounds I bare from that encounter that haunt me still. I take notice of my eyes, they reveal my monstrous traits. They are a deep crimson, the same as the color of blood, and there's a slit running through it making them resemble cat eyes. I look at the clock sitting on my dresser beside the mirror. 7:45 am, a little over an hour for the time I have to meet the colonel for my mission briefing, I turn my back to the mirror and head for the shower hoping to forget the dream.

When I finish I make my towards my closet and find the appropriate attire for my mission. My red trench coat part hoodie with protective armor on it, dark pants and black military styled boots. I turn to leave and head towards the colonels office. Little did I know of the surprises that awaited me.