HERO'S LUCK: START OF A NEW ERA

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Two days ago...

"Malcolm is requesting your presence, general." The bulky figure stood stiffer than a board as he awaits his next demand. His face was well structured; full lips, tanned skin, hazel eyes. He looked like a masterpiece but all humans have flaws. His has a horrid scar that scared children. even from afar, you could see his flaw that to this day give him nightmares. Mishal was the name he went by. He looked like the typical terrorist you find in media:

Brown beard thickly landed under his chin, highlighting his crispy Arabian tanned skin. Under all that hard manliness was a sweet cinnamon roll.

The man in front of Mishal though; one of the strict men to ever walk on earth. His policy was known to all who worked with him. Through his dark brown eyes -that was three shades darker than the colour of his skin- he saw only black and white meaning that: good is good and bad is bad.

"You may get him." the bald man dismissed Mishal.

Mishal did as he was told and after a few minutes, he came back with a 45-year-old man, Malcolm. even though General forest was older than Malcolm, the General looked younger and more handsome than Hill's father

"A good morrow to thee,(good morning to you.) "Malcolm spoke staring at all the advanced technology that decored the place and gave it a superhero layer vibe. It has been a year since he stepped into this room yet nothing had changed not even the hairs on Mishal's face.

"Why did you asked to see me?"

"Painful is thy pall for is a zany thine." Forrest rolled his eyes while Mishal Hassan wore a grin.

" stop with the attitude and say what you have too." the hairless man demanded coldly

"Harken fo' thus I say is trueth. A lad of mine had in couch, Grate coilth will come. Hark! And brief candle!

Shadow is nothing but life
It's a tale told by a fool
Bones and toys tossed end
Poor player ni as thy"

" ok, Mr.Shakespeare. "Hassan thought trying to keep a straight face

Malcolm walked out leaving the others puzzled in confusion. Mishal horsed a laughed when he saw Forrest's expression. The elder rolled his eyes to the back of his head

"Quit it and get the others."

"Why?" the tanned-skinned man asked

"I got a plan to make."

Back to Hill...

The speed Hill's car drove was bashful, his aim was to head toward the unnamed bridge he liked to visit, he climbed out of the driver's seat laying on the same spot he sat every time. Breathing the fresh air he pulled out a sandwich and some champagne

To lost in thoughts Hill didn't realise there was a person behind him

Bite.

Chew.

Swallow.

The mysterious figure came closer

Bite.

Chew.

Swallow.

He grabbed a cloth And got closer

Bite.

Chew.

Swallow.

Hill turned around to find A man in ripped clothes. Hair too long and eyes too dull for his liking.

What-

Hill couldn't finish his thought as the man jumped at him With inhuman speed, The man choked hill using the red cloth that was found in is unsanitary Dirty hands. As a weapon

Out of air to breathe Hill's hands hissed at the ugly man's arms and the corner of Hill's eyes he saw guilt rubbed all over the man's eyes

Son of a bitch is trying to kill me!

He began to feel sleepy. Sluggishly his eyes blinked a couple of times. All of his senses began to fade and just before the noir shadows compelled him his ears sensed seven words

"I'm sorry. I have kids too feed..." the man's calming voice faded into deaf silence

"Son of a bitc..."Hill spoke his last word's

He couldn't speak about anything he couldn't think any more or breathe just listing to the dullsvilling silents that mortals call; death

A sirananic melody of a girls voice sang as white mist collided " wake up."Hill obeyed her, slowly blink after blink his vision was restored

How the fuck am I not dead?

Hill jumped up only to find himself best to a lake "good, your alive." Just then hill realised he was saved

Hill's eyes then focused on the girl who is not older than twenty. Her beauty amazed him. With curls for hair that matched the colour of his, and soft facile futures but the future that mostly stood out were Her eyes; shaped just like her father's round with almond-shaped .her purl coloured sclera glowed in the dark, her iris were golden pink and to top it all off her eyelashes thick and long.

"Who-"hill began but was cut off by her

"Speaking will make it harder." she waved her small hand at hill's face. He just stared at her slowly her eyes changed to scarlet red

Hill noticed the energy in him getting sucked out of his body. sells becoming green then grey .eyes rolling up as red vain sells in his eyes began to burn. the burning sensation then travelled and began to spread

The pain hill was feeling is very much like death but more torturing and slow.

"It's going to stop so bare with me, kay." The girl began to brush her hands on hill's side,

I can't believe this

First, a man tries to kill me

Wait

Did I die or am I still alive

" it stopped..."The shirtless man gasped

"good, how are you feeling." The Scarlett eyed woman asked

The girl with the tall shadow

He hummed then replied "fine, now who-" The man passed out mid-sentence his body dead like asleep

"I'm no one." With that, she disappeared into thin air.

A helicopter sound was heard from afar.and with the light from the flying vehicle clawing his figure started his journey

The journey of Hill Hallmenn