Black-wings

Chapter II The old city

I take the elevator I came up in and took it to the lower floors. I needed to head towards the maintenance bay to get my gear, and as soon as the doors slide open I am greeted by none other than Keith, the youngest and most energetic of the squad, sporting bright clothes and minimal armor, the only thing he takes to battle are his two Uzis, his "lucky" dagger, and his headphones, the kid never leaves with out 'em.

He's good at weapons combat but his specialty is giving me one hell of a migraine. "How's it going sarg? Did ya know our missions in the old city!? What's it like?"

Yep that's Keith alright, asking questions like there's no tomorrow, well I can't fully blame him since that's partially the truth given to our situation, every day is a blessing and we could be killed at any moment.

"Private Jones it's to early for this crap, if you wanted to know then you should have looked it up or something. Just get the rest of your stuff, do you know which hanger were using?"

My tone seemed to get the message through "Hanger 12" he mumbles, well at least he won't talk my head off the ride there.

We both part ways, he heading to the hanger and me going to a "specific" area of the bay. Since I am not human nor a holy being my stuff is locked at the very end of the bay housing my various tools of, as the Colonel calls them, "evil". I enter the pass code and have my eye scanned at the metal door, it slides to the side to let me enter a dark room, as soon as I step inside the lights turn on and the door shuts behind me.

Quickly I head to the locker holding the monster of a pistol I always use, it looked like a revolver on steroids, it had a nice black shine to it with a red streak going on either side of it. looking around the room I see the only other weapon that I feel I need on this mission. My cursed sword, it's said to have been made by a meteorite thus giving it a shiny black finish. It had these red veins coursing through it showing off its evil nature, and in the middle is an eye, the sword is a prison to the man who created it.

I walk towards it and grasp the handle, the eye shoots open and I feel all it's dark energy pulsing through my arm.

"Ah master Dante how am I to be of service?" The blade asked me.

"Were going on a hunt for a contractor, possibly my contractor" I reply. "Yes I have been taking note of the energy, given the strength I can see why they would believe it is yours."

I sheathe the sword on my back and leave the room. when I make it to the hanger I see my squad. Keith, with Markus, Autumn, and Sky. Markus was giant of a man and veteran of the heroes war, an eight year battle when the demons first emerged from hell. He was a coco brown color with a fade as a hair style, the man was loyal beyond belief and could be relied on indefinitely .

Autumn was a Japanese women with an hour glass body, she wore a green outfit that matched her gun, and had shoulder length hair.

Sky is tanned and one of the few westerners here at the order, he's the "blow everything up in sight" type of guy.

Markus handed me a coffee, " here ya go boss your gonna need it" he said to me.

"thanks" I reply, "so what was the boss lady talking to ya bout?" he asked in his heavy southern ascent.

"she says there maybe a contractor in the old city and she wants me to bring 'em back" I say shortly before taking a sip of the much needed coffee.

"Well then we should get going them huh?" Autumn says in her gentle voice. wasting no time we hope into the as me and Markus call it "the whirlybird".

The old city is what once was New York, but Mother Nature took it back and it's now festering with demons. We stationed our selves in the rural area of New Jersey near the border so were on the front lines and constantly in danger.

We have to get everywhere by air otherwise we'd have to fight our way through hordes of monsters to get anywhere. I found me a comfortable spot in the back of the bird and drift to sleep, and I dream of what happened before my recurring nightmares. I am In a sort of warehouse that must have been abounded for decades, my broken arm neatly wrapped up, and In front of me is the one who saved me. The girl with green eyes. She looks freighted of me, "I won't hurt you I promise, so please don't look at me like that."

"Are you a monster?" She asks me, "Yeah....i am now" I reply. I don't know what happens after, everything is a blur, but I hear her screaming and there's a tight grip around my neck. The bastard that hurt her had me in a choke hold.

"Don't you want to save your friend little girl? Sign the pact with him or he dies!"

I didn't know why he was forcing her to make the contract with me, I tried to to tell her to run instead but the words only came out as coughed up blood and gurgling noises.

Looking at her closely I notice the girls hand was cut, probably from the one who was holding me down, and with a look of desperation in her eyes she takes hold of my cursed limb with her bloodied hand, I couldn't pull back since it was broke.

I begin to feel the pain and burning sensation when a pact is created, it was as if the flames of hell were injected in my arm and began spreading through my body. For what may have been only a second I could feel the girls fear and desperation surge through every cell of my body.

There's was a bright flash that forces me out my nightmare. Taking a look around I no longer see the warehouse but a helicopter. Realization hit me and I begin to relax after I make sure I in the back of the bird by myself.

I look out the small window to see the old city in sight. I shake off the dream and get ready for a landing, and though it was futile I hoped that the mission would be a breeze.