Individuality: Chapter 1

A-J's POV

I stormed through the halls, killing any man I saw. One henchman saw me, shot at me, and, after I conjured an ink shield that whiplashed the bullet back at him hard enough to knock him down but not to kill him, he began begging for mercy.

I laughed, kicked him in the head, and stabbed him in the right lung for good measure.

These men's lives mattered naught to me. I just wanted to escape. I pulled a scroll and brush off my back, wrote the Greek word for "Wave" on my scroll (κυμάτων) and set down the scroll in front of me. A wave of ink shot out, knocking down all the guards in my way. I sheathed my katana, using my mastery of Iaido (art of the draw) to slit all their throats. I ran forward, but an exeptionally buff henchman blocked the door. I jumped, knocking him down as I flipped, and used his body as a battering ram to open the door. I ran out, but then heard a scream echo from a room.

I had two choices: run, or risk my chance at freedom for this stranger's life. I foolishly chose the latter.

I cut open the door to the room, and saw someone with an oxygen mask pressed to their face...except the "oxygen" coming out was green. He screamed without sound, and I pulled out my katana and cut the tube pumping the gas. The stuff shot everywhere, and the man fell to the ground. His hands and shins began to melt into a thin liquid, but he focused and reformed.

"Here." he said, putting his hands over my mouth. He then began to morph until he was a backback, his arms tubes that connected to his hands, which were a gasmask on my face.

"Thanks." I muttered. I ran out of the place, mowing down henchmen by the dozen, but one managed to get behind me. He went to cut, but the kid on my back's fist shot out from his pack-shaped body, except it was about the size of a large dictionary. The soldier was killed on impact, and fell, dead.

We got out of the room, slamming the door and locking it behind us, leaving the soldiers and a few solid gallons of deadly drugs in the base together.

"Thanks. I'm Goji." the man said.

"A-J." I replied.

I normally don't trust my gut, but I had a gut feeling that this was the start of a great friendship.