Ashes Take Flight

CHAPTER 4: The Marked One

Touya's POV:

When I awoke. My body was covered in scars that never healed. I crawled to popa and saw that he had been shot by about twenty arrows to his torso.

"Popa, wake up please. You can't sleep right now. We gotta escape remember?"

I was in denial as he was the first dead body i had seen in my life. As I began to cry. I heard the bastard behind it all speak for the first time off his balcony high above the labyrinth. Where he could watch everything that happens in thus hell.

"I've desided to change the rules of the maze to make it fair. Only one person shall leave this place. It's the last man standing. However there's a time limit to this rule. You all only have fifteen years to do so before I burn the maze and you all with it. I'm getting bored with this and wish for an end like you all. So make it quick."

His eyes seemed to be looking directly at me as he spoke. That's when I made up my mind. The dream I wanted was to be the last one standing, and kill him myself. I soon heard footsteps all around me. So I played dead as they passed.

"Hey look here. The guards finally killed off stain."

"Now it's a fair fight to take freedom. Right big brother?-"

One guy pulled an arrow out of popa's chest and stabbed the other guy.

"No hard feelings but I wanna live little brother."

As his back was away from me. I  grabbed popa's bone knife and slit the survivor's throat.

"Same here buddy."

Once he was dead, I dug a grave for my father. I knew if I stayed here for too long. It was only a matter of time before I was next. Once he was buried. I tied his scarf to his cane pole and placed it as his grave marker. The bird watched over me until I was done. Then it flew away as the sun rised.

FOURTEEN YEARS LATER:

3rd person POV:

Thirty men gathered together in hopes of killing one man in the labyrinth. The man they're after is known by the name the marked one. He got the name because he was said to be covered in burn scars. Rumors started spreading that he was a demon. As the way he fought left no human alive. He used guerilla warfare to attack, and if he personally fought you. Within the blink of an eye, he would've already claimed your head as a trophy. Thirty men charged one at a time in his territory to set off traps. Only leaving thirteen left alive. That's when he came out of nowhere. With bow and arrows. He sniped many down. Seven remained and put their backs to one another to see all around.  Only for him to jump and land between them. The men jumped back to surround him. As the figure stood up with metal knife in hand. The men saw it shine in the moonlight along with his ocean blue eyes. That pierced the dark vail of night like the northern lights of the arctic circle. He stepped side to side and quickly finished them off. Screams of the dying men filled the air before silencing forever. As the sun rose.  The light revealed wing shapes burns on the marked man's back. It was Dabi and he was covered in blood. Though not his own, as no one has ever put a scratch on him.