GateWalker Book 1

My Name Was Trask

My name...

My name was...

My name is...

...Trask.

They call me something different now but that is my name.

It's been so long. Titles cover my name...meaningless worthless titles from a world I can do nothing in but hope to leave behind someday.

These people think I am their savior...

Their salvation...

But I am using them. They are my pawns.

This world will release me or be crushed beneath my heel.

-The Messiah.

"Not this time Kaelin," I yelled, smashing the Fist of Grall into my foe and sending him flying across the room.

His portaljet activated and put him right in front of me. I grabbed the man before he could attack and smashed him in the stone floor and cracking it. He coughed blood and looked at down at the fiery abyss we stood above.

"I think you know where you're going," I said with a dark grin.

"Trask!" came a yell from across the chasm.

I looked up at the familiar woman's voice.

"You can't do this. This isn't you," she told me.

I stood to my powersuit's full height and crushed Kaelin further.

"And you're going to stop me?" I asked as the boot servos started to force Kaelin into the stone floor.

"You know I can't. you have to stop yourself. You always knew right from wrong. That's why we followed you,"

My mind swam, images of the past. Sunlight and scorching air. Every toxic breath I took pained me. I wanted nothing more than the shed this pathetic world and return home. I had spent years trying to accomplish this. I remembered a hand in the heat, comforting me with its mere pressure against my armor. I remembered a kiss in the heat as well. A kiss from the woman I loved. We would go home together, but I had to do this. Whoever this savior was, I would take his role and use it to gain enough power to return home. And any who stood in my way...

They wouldn't survive.

Coming out of my reverie, I looked back down at the struggling sniper under my boot.

I grabbed him by the collar of his cloak and tossed him into the fiery abyss.