The fight that started it all.

Disclaimer. {Gore, mature language, guns, violence, and murder, many sensitive topics. viewer discretion HEAVILY advised}

I was walking through a cluttered alleyway when someone slammed a piece of metal against my head, and I flew forward. Immediately feeling the warm liquid of blood pooling and sliding down my neck and face. I rolled to my back, seeing a man with shaggy hair and an extremely thin appearance. I could smell some sort of chemical, though i wasnt sure if it was just the iron smell of my own blood.

The man lunged towards me, aiming to land on top of me. I threw a kick with all my strength. My foot slammed into his ribs, his incredibly thin structure forcing him to fly back from the force. I felt his ribs crack, and I was a weird hope that his lungs would be penetrated by his broken ribs.

I stood up as quickly as I could, feeling lightheaded, from both adrenaline, and the blood loss. I had a hunch I would be fine, my skull didnt crack, but my skin split, which I doubted would kill me.

I noticed he had dropped the metal pipe he had attacked me with, and I grabbed it. But by the time I had looked up the man had already stood up, and swung a fist at me. I threw my arm up, trying to block, and i succeeded, feeling his bony knuckles slam into my forearm.

Immediately pain shot through my bones. In a reaction of the pain, I swung the metal pipe to the left as hard as I possibly could. It connected with his jaw, making it jut out to his right, and I noticed that it had half fallen off. The force of it breaking his left jaw joint, and ripping the skin apart.

I knew he would never eat solid foods again. But, I didnt stop there, I swung the metal pipe again, slamming into the other side of his jaw, now the only thing that held his jaw in place was the skin under his jaw. But his jaw was dangly, and limp.

The thing I could tell, was that he wasnt done trying to kill me, as he slammed his foot into my chest, winding me, but I didnt fall. Instead I lifted the metal pipe above my head, and slammed it onto his. The sound of his skull caving in was a disgusting squishy crack. The pipe sank down, and the only thing that was left of his face was a nose, and a broken mouth.

It had gone so far down, his eyes fell out. and he collapsed. I began to laugh madly, feeling as though I had gone insane, with power. I cackled, and wheezed out more chortles of joy. I slowed down my sounds of mania, and felt the back of my head. Which had stopped bleeding already. I felt the scab, no stitches would be needed.

I looked down at the body surrounded by a thick sludgy puddle of blood. I chuckle, the sound unnatural to my typical chuckle of delight. I felt proud of myself in a twisted sense. I felt worried about these new emotions for but a single moment, before embracing it. The darkness. It welcomed me.

Suddenly, I see a blue light in the form of an oval, bigger than my height, and width. The edges are like lightning, crackling around in the air, and I see a woman, taller than me walk out. She looks incredible angry, her blue eyes below a deep furrow of blonde brows. Her hair was shiny and blonde, she wore armour.

It looked like silver, as it shone in the sunset light. There were purple lines aloner her arms, and legs. "Boy, do you understand what you have just done?!" She cried out, a scowl on her face, as her voice booms out, the sound barely higher than my own voice, my conversation voice anyways.

"Uh, saved my own life?" She paused, looking at the blood, "What?" She said, her voice rising an octave, now filled with confusion, and concern mixed. "Yeah, this dumbass tried to kill me. I bet he's a fucking methhead." She flinched at my words for some reason.

"Mind your words, child." I tilted my head, "Child?" I asked, feeling upset. "The fuck you mean, child?" She quickly, smoothly, and swiftly, slapped me in the face. Clearly fed up with my attitude.

I retaliated, dropping the pipe, and punching her arm. Which, really really fucking hurt. I reeled back, holding my right wrist, wincing in pain. "What the fuck is that made of?! Thats definitely not fucking silver!" She smirked, before responding. "Its a metal alloy mixed with something youve never heard of before." She paused before continuing, "Also, I can't pronounce the word."

I chuckled, the pain not fading, still throbbing. I knew I had broken a knuckle, but I was used to pain, and I let my hands fall to my side. She looked mildly puzzled before I spoke, "So, when the hell did you come from?"

Her eyebrows rised, "So you know I'm from the future?" I nodded, smirking, "How could I not? The armour, the size of you. Like, you're fucking tall lady. Plus, I can tell you've seen things no one of this time has. Those scars, your eyes carry a heaviness too them."

Her face fell to one with no emotion, "What the fuck?" She asked, "Do you know me or something?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nah, I'm just really good at reading people." I only now realized, I wasnt panicked, or afraid. Even though most people would flip out, and run screaming.

"You still fucked up, kid." She said, her tone dangerously low, and serious. It sent chills down my spine, "Wh-what?" I stuttered, now having proccessed the fact that this situation was not normal. The adrenaline rush had passed, "I killed someone." I said, slowly, I knew I probably sounded, scared.

Her shoulders sagged, it was clear she understood what I was going through. The adrenaline rush blocks out real emotions, and keeps you alive, at least a little longer. "Yeah, and that was the leader of a gang. They had just lost track of him, but one of them will see you, no matter what you do. I needed to tell you that. I mean, you are the leader after all."

Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, blushing, I knew she wasnt supposed to tell me that. "Really? Me? A leader?" She nodded, sighing while she did. "Fuck I knew i'd mess this up." I shook my head, "Nah, this gives me a true reason to fight. You're a good person, that much I can tell. I now know I'll be a good leader. Right?"

She nodded, and gave me the metal pipe, before healing my hand which I had broken against her armour. "You always could hide your pain, couldn't you?" She said, solloumly, it was painfully clear my life was going to be difficult, but I knew it would be good too.

"Yeah, but if I'm truly struggling, I'll ask for help. I promise." She smiled, and hugged me. I felt confused, she seemed like a warrior, but clearly had a soft spot for me. I had a strenge feeling I wasnt "Her" Leader.

After a second, she let go. "Good luck, I mean, I know you'll make it. After all, I wouldnt be able to say hi if you hadn't. Sorry for the slap, but i'll tell you why later."

Suddenly, she zapped away, as if she had never been there. I chuckled, knowing that our relationship in the future was obviously, something else.

Then, out of no where, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my shoulder, and a force that moved me forward by an inch, along with a loud *BANG* The gang had found me, and they had fucking guns.

I ducked behind a barrel, and I looked at the gang leader, hoping that he was holding a gun. I grabbed him, his thin build making him incredibly light and easy to pull to me. I yanked him, and checked his pockets, my hands being soaked in his blood, but I found a gun. It was a small pistol, one that easily fit in his pocket.

I ejected the magazing into my hand, and counted the bullets. 5. They were tiny too, clearly not even as strong as a 1911, or even a 9 mil. I shoved the magazine back into the blood stained gun, and I peeked over the metal, but empty barrel. I pointed the gun at the man who had shot me, the streetlights suddenly turned on, the night beginning to truly come.

I fired, and it hit him square in the head. But it didnt go through his skull, I could tell as he didnt fall. He screamed, but hid. This was a fucking peashooter! I knew I would have to make him bleed out by shooting his stomach, or getting a lucky shot to his ribs.

He came out of hiding, and pointed the gun at me, firing 3 times in quick succesion, while I fired twice. His three bullets barely missed me, and I had hit my mark, one hit his stomach, and went deep into him, but I knew it would stay in there.

I knew it didnt exit, but I had to hope he would bleed out so I could take his gun. I heard 3 other men screaming, saying they were on their way. I took this moment, and sprinted at the bleeding man. Dropping the gun, and grabbing the pipe, he wasnt very far away from me, and I quickly reached him. Slamming the pipe into the wall, right above his head.

He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. He had a buzz cut, and tattoos all over his body. I kicked his ugly face, and broke his nose. His head jerked back, and I slammed the pipe into his head. knocking him unconsious but not fully killing him.

I grabbed his gun. I think it was a 1911, I didnt know what many guns were called, all I knew is that this packs a much bigger punch than that useless gun I was just using. I checked the magazine, 4 bullets. I checked his pockets for any more ammo. I found a box, filled with at least 50 rounds.

I smiled, and reloaded the magazine. 7 Bullets in, and I knew there was one in the gun already. So thats 8. I slid the magazine in, and I walked forward, towards the other men. Though they were being loud, they still didnt notice me. I saw them, and lowered my body, sneaking next to a box. I peeked, and saw the three men huddled together, practically shaking.

I knew they were a new gang, except that one with the tattoos, I had gotten lucky the streetlight blocked his view. I fired 5 rounds at them, 2 fell over, screaming in pain as they bled on the floor, and one limped away hiding behind a dumpster I chuckled, knowing I had won this. I stood up, and got shot in the chest.

I had gotten cocky, and I fell behind the box. I clutched my chest, the right side. I felt a hard lump. It was stopped by my rib. I squeezed the area, and the flattened lead lump fell out. I was bleeding quite a little bit, but not enough to kill me. Not on its own anyways.

My head was throbbing, my lungs wouldnt fill with oxygen. I shook my head, I couldn't panic, or I would fucking die. I screamed, a yell, not of pain, but a yell nonetheless. I peeked over, and fired at the guy also peeking from the dumpster, hitting him in the head. He fell onto his face, having died immediately.

"Come on, you mother fuckers!" I screamed, before realizing the two I had shot had already bled out, a massive pool of blood surounding them. I stood up. I knew I had to stop the bleeding, or I would pass out. The head wound had already made me lose a decent amount of blood.

I ripped a peice of my sleeve off, and rolled it into a ball, shoving it into the bullet hole. I winced, and groaned in pain, but I did it. I looked around at the carnage, the bodies. Everything. I sighed, feeling lightheaded, my vision fading slightly. But I shook my head, and yelled, forcing myself to stay awake.

"Not sleeping yet!" I yelled at myself, and began walking forward, going back home. I had yet to even graduate highschool. I was a junior, and yet, I was different somehow.

The future would hold that for me. I arrived home, and my mom screamed at the sight. Covered in blood, holding a gun, she grabbed a knife, screaming "Who are you!" She couldnt recognize me with the blood, and messy hair, "It's me! Your son!" I yelled, dropping the gun and holding my hands in the air.

Her eyes widened as she heard my voice, and she dropped the knife, shaking, "What the fuck did you do now, you fucking bitch!?" She screamed at me, which didnt surprise me. "I fought off a gang, mother. 4 men, with guns. Well, five actually." She paused, "What?" Her voice was shaky.

"Almost died, but I'm still here." She froze, "How did you. Survive?" She sounded almost angry, as if she had planned it. Thats when it hit me. She did. I said, "Oh? You seem quite dissapointed, mother. Did you want them to succeed? Well guess what, you fucking whore. They didn't. You tried to kill me, didn't you!"

She shook her head, chuckling, that sort of chuckle someone makes when their angry, and trying to control themselves. But she quickly grabbed a knife and lunged at me. My mother was 5 foot 3, and 180 pounds, at least. Not all muscle. I was stronger than her. I knew this.

I caught her wrist, but she quickly began to use her weight against me, I knew I wasnt the strongest kid, but I was smart. I swung my fist at her face, breaking her nose, and making her head jerk back, and the rest of her body.

I knelt down and grabbed my gun, and when I stood back up, she had already began to lunge at me, stabbing me in the shoulder, making my left arm go limp, I held the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered everywhere, dotting my face in a new coat of blood.

I knew I needed to call the hosptial now, or I would die. I grabbed the phone dialing 911. They responded immediately, "911 What's the location of your emergency?" I gave them my address as I ran to the bathroom, grabbing the sewing kit.

I spoke, "I'm bleeding out, I was attacked by a gang, fought em all off, took a gun with me, got home, and found out my mom had hired them to kill me, she then tried to finish the job and I had to shoot her in the head, but she stabbed me in the shoulder. Come quick, i've already sustained a lot of blood loss."

She perked up, clearly concerned, but quickly sent out an ambulance, told me to stay on the line, and stay where I am. I told her I was going to try and stitch myself up. She said to wait. But I knew the ambulance would have scissors to make better stitches if these were no good. But I knew if I didn't I was sure to bleed out.

I stitched myself up, screaming in pain, but halfway through I passed out.

1 year later, I woke up. Surrounded by people, some yelling, "He's awake!" The rest were drowned out by eachother. Thats when I saw the woman before the fight. Disguised as a nurse. She spoke to me, "Good job." She said, her tone warmer than ever. She then told me the world was in a war, with another world, one with more humans, but these ones were deadlier, stronger than normal humans, but we were smarter.

She then dissapeared, and skip ahead 6 years, I was the captian of the ship. We were going to unleash the biggest attack yet, and I was the leader. Now 23 years old, but filled with years of combat experience. The strongest, smartest warrior out there.

I lead the battalion, and will until the war ends, or I die.