Prologue

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I awoke to the sounds of screams, cries and gunfire. 

"GET THE FUCK DOWN!" Someone yelled to my left, just as the barrel to my right exploded, sending red and orange sparks everywhere - my immediate reaction was to bring my arms up in front of my face, shielding my eyes.

"We need fucking back up," someone coughed into a radio communication thing which was hanging from a car window, I slowly lifted my head to look at him, he was tall and extemely lanky with tattoos covering his body, he had jet black hair which came to around his chin. He was also wearing a torn and over-worn Slayer shirt on, along with some worn out Converse and ratty-looking jeans - but the most eye catching thing about him was the large, bleeding hole in his left arm. "You're sending in Poison's unit? Brillia-" However, the strange man never got to finish his sentence, because he collapsed right before my eyes.

I tried to stand up to go and see if he was okay, feeling somehow worried for the stranger in the middle of what seemed to be a full-scale war, but my legs buckled underneath me, pain shot through my whole body and I blacked out.

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I awoke again sometime later, but this time there was no screaming or gunfire which gave my screaming ears a relief from the deafening sounds. Instead, there was a soft beeping noise and a bright white room. I appeared to be lying in a soft, yet uncomfortable white bed. 

"Am I in heaven?" I whispered as a man walked past. He was tall with no hair and very pale skin. However, the bags under his eyes looked permanent - as did the stress lines covering his forehead. He wore a dull, grey trench coat, jeans to match and a very white, puffy, Victorian-looking shirt. Not to mention the white gun slung over his waist.

"Don't be silly, boy," he said in distaste, "Why, you're in the BL/I Headquarters!"

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