A NOTE ON LOCATIONS:
City of the Axiom: Luxembourg, Europe
Ural City: Ural Mountains, Russia
June 25, 2164 | 15:00
Jason was running. His heart was pounding and his feet weaving through the roots and dirt. Behind him through the tree he could see his pursuers, three men out for his blood. Grabbing his pistol off his belt he shot behind him desperately. Suddenly, Jason realized to his horror that he didn't see one of the men anymore. Then a man leaped out to his right and sacked him onto the leaves on the thick forest floor.
"Hey look, I know I ripped you off a couple bucks..." Jason started.
"Three hundred." one man said.
"But what's that worth these days anyway." Jason laughed, "I mean it's not like it's able to be used."
The man pulled out a knife and leaned it towards Jason. Jason flinches bracing for the pain. But then a man in armored robes jumps down. A metal mask with soft, light blue lines glowing across at the digital eyeholes. On his left hip a sword was peacefully in its sheath.
Jason immediately knew who this was. An Axian, the highest social class of warriors and justice bringers. Above the law in every way but known for their high moral standards.
"Let him go, now." The Axian said in a blank voice. But disregarding the Axian's request, the man with the knife lunges at him. The Axian jumped into the air and kicked the man, his steel toed boot coiled the man's temple. The man crumpled to the ground, blood streaming down the side of his head.
The two other other men pulled out uzis. Jason slammed his face into the dirt and waited for loud explosions of gunpowder. But after a few seconds he hadn't heard anything. He put his head up. Two decapitated men lay next to him and the Axian was gone. Without a trace.
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Axiom
Science FictionJason Loom, an social outcast, gets recruited to train as an Axian, a member of the highest social class. The Axians are the protectors of the world and justice, but some of them are not so honorable and out for their own good.