The Sounds of gun fight echoed around you, the sounds boomed and rumbled the ground around you. Fresh blood dripped down your forehead as you glared across the once paved street way. You crouched down, as you glared at the masked man standing meters away from you. His skull mask facing you, showing no fear. You bit you lip and leaned into you stance ready to leap. You nimble body not ready to give out.

You held a firm grip on a knife, pointing it out in front of you. You were readying yourself to pounce and kill the infiltrator. He had invaded your territory, and it was time for redemption. Bloodlust carved a smile into your face, but it all hid behind a mask. A raged loose cloth that flapped in the wind. You let out a grunt, as you continued to stare down your prey. “Kid, we’re not here to hurt you! You can put the Knife Down!” The Masked man Shouted. He was tall and wearing full military gear. But you were in scraped together gear, caked in dust and blood. You were only 14, a killing machine. You had no childhood to remember, only constant fighting and the many violent scars that covered you. You weren’t about to back down to his plea.