No Higher Power

Prologue

I was born a soldier, not a guardian, not some savior of men, rather a killer. Solders aren't protectors, they're trained to kill and used for the purpose of protecting; after she died, I had figured it out, she always reminded me of, "Who I was", guess it doesn't matter now, now that she's gone. I've spent many years in war, but I'll start this off easy for you, so you understand how I became the way I am. After all, no one likes a killer.

When I told you I was born a soldier, a killer, I wasn't lying. I was a scientist experiment, born for training; I never remember a day in my childhood or early adulthood not training. The called me Areas, as in the Greek god, never liked that. There is no higher power, a man is left to his own strength, and luckily I'm the strongest man there is. With war tactics planned through my brain like a fat man eating breakfast, and every known martial art taught to me, like it was a part of my very soul, most soldiers would cower at the sight of me, if I had a reputation that is. Legends only spread if there is someone to spread them.

When I reached the age of twenty that's when I received what the, "doctors", called, "Treatment", for life that is. It would be the last, "Treatment" I would ever need from any doctor. I was in a tank, for who knows how long; it seemed to pay off though, no more dieses, no more illnesses, few of the actual benefits. My bones had become stronger, my musicals had a higher capacity, and I was stronger, faster, and already brilliant. After my exclusive diet that would enhance my years of life and this, "Treatment", would empower me to live a life at least twice the time of an average man. I was a true killing machine, little did I know then. I was naive, had no mother, had no father, and needed no such things. I could kill, that's what I knew, and that's what I trained for. There were others like me of course. Other failed experiments. Isaac being one of them; Isaac was number fourteen, I was fifteen, we trained together, but I was always better than him they took him first. Three months later they shipped him off to war.

I was ready to serve my league in the year of 3001, haven been born in the year of 2980. I was their property then; I was trained to believe I would fight for lives, they were right, but not to save them. Truth be told, soldiers do more killing then saving. I was taught to be ruthless, and a great tactician, but never did I advance from the commanding office of a privet. I was defiantly the best solder they had in the field, I gave the generals advice. Every waking moment of my life until the age of 26 was that to kill, or disable, all training, and experiences of war. War, fighting, destroying, it's all second nature to me; I fought, how some described it, like a lion and by others a dragon. Even though I never advanced to a higher rank then privet, I had earned every single person, soldiers', respect. Note this, because of my increasing fame with the other solders I was well known in the government, which seems irrelevant now, but will be most vital later.

I never was a man of great honor or fame, never cared what any person thought of me, no not until...Well there have been many moments in my life were I have taken heavy blows for another, why I did so, now seems like a lake of intelligence. Some say I have lost my way after the incident, I think I personally found it. I'm a hero now, at least to some but hero or not it's irrelevant to my cares and worries. I simple don't care anymore about how I'm per-trade. I have only one question that needs answering and seeing as the moment is far from at hand, I'll wait; as all deadly snakes do, the strike when unseen.