War Never Changes

Exposition

A/N: This chapter is just exposition, about how the characters became the people they are now. Please skip if you feel that you would not like just their backstories. Thanks!

Characters involved:
Zero
Omega
Sparks

Much of Zero's and Omega's (their actual Characters I have based them off of) backstory are shrouded in mystery. I have done my best to try to piece together what I know. Please feel free to Google them (Xionic Madness) and learn more. Thanks.
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Part 1: Zero

"Touch the blade. Feel the power resonating through the blade. Unleash its power."

That's what my master had told me before. To feel the fragile serenity before I break it with the splatter of blood. It was my clan's creed. To uphold our clan's honor and righteous place in our homeland.

I had grown up training. Since I could walk I had been put in extensive training. I loved the feeling of power I held within my hands. I never interacted with any of the other children, but that didn't matter.

Five years later, I had excelled past my master's expectations, which then he placed me in the academy. I was taught simple language and cognitive skills, but now my basic training was complete, I could now learn what ever child was supposed to learn. How to live a normal life.

Six years later, I was back in training, but it was more intensive, however, was more sporadic in terms of frequency. I flew to Japan to fully extend my ninja advancement. Soon enough, I became one and donned the name Zero.

But it wasn't long before I met Omega, the boy who had similar training.
"I'm Zero."

"Omega."

Only one thing set us apart though, he was trained in the art of using weapons. Guns, bombs and the like. I was trained in the art of stealth, so we made an awkward pair.

Some more years past, we move obtained higher education. Soon we were snatched up by the Bolverk Project, a sub-group of the army devoted to create war machines and enhancing their human troops. When we entered, we were the only two there. We were subjected to augmentation that increased our strength, stamina, speed as well as reaction speed by a hundred-fold. We were both 24 at the time, so I guess it hadn't been long until we decided to break free of the insolence that our leader had given us. We rebelled and ran from the Project.

We eventually came into contact with the American CIA, who forwarded us to the Army, where we eventually joined the Sub-Division Three's secret military group.

Part 2: Omega

Begin Log #20834
I was born on <redacted>. My original name was <redacted>. I had been training under the Bolverk Project, which had housed the more sophisticated technology to enhance their fighting forces.

I killed my first man when I was fifteen. I was walking home after my training at night, when a man walked up to me and pushed me on to the ground. "You're the kid right? The kid who broke into the lab?" I nodded. I wasn't afraid. "Sorry kid, I'm gonna have to kill you."

"Oh, you won't be killing me. Quite the opposite."

I grabbed his hand and smashed it into his chest, causing him to be caught unawares and he dropped his gun. "Wha..?" He ducked as I swung a haymaker at his head, and he jabbed me once in the stomach, followed by an uppercut as I staggered back.

I was winded and down. He could pick the gun up and shoot me. No, I can't let that happen. I stood up and jumped toward him. I pounced on him and went down, punching him repeatedly. His nose was left bleeding, he was laying there, unconscious.

I ran quickly back home, stripping off my clothes and taking a bath. I didn't know I had pissed off the wrong company, all I did was to infiltrate the base of a gang mogul. Apparently i had stumbled across something way out of my depth. I decided to investigate the next day.

The night passed quickly, without many disturbances. I woke the next day, getting dressed and walked around the garden of my home. I didn't know what this meant though, should I be afraid? No. I shouldn't be. I need to protect my family. Whatever it takes.

I left for school early today, so I could get some of my work done. I sat through most of my lessons thinking about my set plans for today, not knowing that I wouldn't be able to let go of it anyhow.

School ends.

"Hey, Omega, you going somewhere? I was wondering if we could, you know, hang out?" My girlfriend said after me. "No thanks, I have business to take care of." I smiled back at her. "Okay then, it's fine anyways. Haha...see you tomorrow."

But I knew I wouldn't see her again. I would be treading in deep water once my plan was initiated.

End of Log

Part 3: Sparks

I grew up in a comfortable environment. I had money, friends, power, respect and all that comes with being the son of a millionaire. However, I was most content with weapons. I had enrolled in a basic shooting course when I was sixteen, where I learnt the basics weapon safety and firearm practice.

These were the things that set me apart from the rest of the comfortable people, living life like no tomorrow, because they have so much wealth, like they have never experienced a hardship in their lives before.

I went to a military school at the age of eighteen, where I met my friends that I have today. They were more than happy to be my friends, even though I was more well off than they were. It showed me the first examples of camaraderie, humor, strength and friendship.

My weapon proficiency caught the attention of a certain military group in the army. I had been selected to join a secret group designed to infiltrate supposedly impregnable areas to sabotage plans to destroy the world. I gladly joined in, knowing that I would be protecting the world Ioved in the front lines.

CHAPTER OF EXPOSITION IS DONE. NOW ITS TIME TO JUMP BACK INTO THE ACTION. HOW WILL WOLF FANG SURVIVE? WILL TEXAS BE HAPPY? WILL SCYTHE BE ABLE TO BE REUNITED WITH HIS LOVE? ALL SHALL BE REVEALED BY THE END...OF WAR NEVER CHANGES!

Oh by the way, the new book, Killing Us Slowly, has a preface. You should go check it out. The special book has been postponed until War Never Changes is done. So yeah. That. Remember that.

Argenite~~