The Wavering Hawk [ENGLISH]

P2. The Boy Who Kills

It has been seventh days, a week after the first bomb dropped in Vanier Valley of Yemen.

Inhabited at least four hundred, this valley was a perfect remote place for the elders to stay and spent the remnants of their age until they die peacefully in their bed. But such a luxurious thing didn't exist in this valley anymore, since the blaze of the war reached this land and turned the very soil of once tranquil village to a rampaging war field.

"Get him!" A soldier shouted to his comrades. "Keep firing!"

"But, sir, our ammunition!" Another soldier warned. "We're almost--

"Use it all!" He grabbed the neck of his comrades. "Use everything we have!" The soldier looked upon his camera lenses. The red dots on the screen moving slowly and surely to the north, to their base, the northern mountain of Yemen. "We have to make sure your friend deliver it safely! Got that?"

The soldier's lips went trembled. "I-I can't ... Sir...."

The commander was lost. His subordinates looked in great fear, knowing what would happen exactly to them in next few hours. He looked at that young face, feeling the many things that young man had to leave behind in his homeland to be caught on this war, in this time.

"We will not dead!" The man vowed. "I swear to you, and your parents! All of you, to return all of you home safely! So we would make it! Whatever happen, we would make it today and the day after until this damn war over, you got that, Child?!"

The doubt on that soldier's face gone up a bit. "Yes, Sir!"

"Good." The man nodded, pat the young man's shoulders. "Now, back to your--

The man back stepped, evading a surprise attack than came from above. A man fall among them on the pit. Pitch black dressed, the new soldier calmly stood up on the mud. No one could see his face with that helmet that cover all of his face.

But the soldier looked straightly up to the leader and then swung his razorblade, switched it to blade in an instant.

The young man gaped in awe. Once again, the leader showed some of his skill. He pulled out an explosive bayonet from his belt and threw it at the soldier. It stabbed through his temple. But the soldier remained idled. His face remained calm. As if he was feeling no pain.

Everyone gaped in disbelief at how inhuman their enemies were. Most of them never made any contact with a Maha within this close range. They only watched as Maha butchered their comrades on the frontlines. Now, it was their turn to atone for their cruel ignorance.

Or so they thought until the red buttons on the edge of the bayonet activated, right when that thing still on his temple.

The commander shouted. "Get down!"

Pulp of human's brain washed them in an instant.

Every soldier evaded that surprise in time, leave no one injured, even the closest soldier on his left. Then everyone stood up in awe, staring blankly at the corpse on their feet: the body of their enemy.

"He's so calm...." Someone commented. "Even in his death."

"Yeah, my android had more expression than them,"

"Because they're monsters!" The leader stood up, readied his riggun again. "And as Humans, it is our duty to wipe them off this Earth! This planet belong to us forever!"

Everyone's spirit had been recharged. They cried their reemerged will, full charge. As if they had gotten some kind of clarity.

"Yes, Sir!"