Chapter 1: Captured.

It was dark, but a weak light came from under the door and from small window on it, there were noises coming from the other side of the single door in the room. He had barely woke up and felt dizzy, he wanted to fall asleep again ignoring everything and not wondering where he was, until he saw someone pass by his little room, taking a quick peek through the window. After he passed, and some seconds flew by, the person came back to his door and said in a male and growling voice:

"Woke up, eh? It was 'bout time! Took ya' long 'nough to recover yer consciousness."

"Who are you?" He asked as he noticed his chains

"That's yer first question? Who am I? That should be da' least of yer concerns, boy. I was expecting a "where am I?" or somthin' like that."

"Fine then.. Where am I?"

"In yer room."

"oh really? So, where are we?"

"Though I was expecting a question like that, I never meant to answer it truthfully or with details, kid." The person answered as he walked away.

"How cheap..." He said with difficulty when the person was already gone.

The boy was dressed in a green jailer clothes. A jacket with a long neck and with two buttons on top and pants. The boy had a big piece of metal on his head, covering most of his hair, in front of his left eye was a glass that was connected to the metal on his head; the helmet was built from 3 pieces and screwed one to another. It was heavy, but the boy's neck had already adapted to it's weight.

He started to recap what had happened before he had woken up in such place. He remembered a war, a girl slightly older than him and with a helmet and a jewel on the front of it. She was wearing blue and loose pants, a light blue shirt, a dark purple sheepskin jacket and black boots. Her sheepskin jacket was long on the sleeves yet the rest of it was short, it could only cover her chest. And then, during that war, a peaceful night inside some kind of spaceship, he remembered a loud crash that night, he went to know what happened and he saw the same girl on the floor with a huge wound below her chest, he was wearing the same clothes she was. There was an eyeball next to her, no, a creature. It had an eyeball for a head, it was standing on three claws that the creature used as legs, the thing's whole body looked like an organ's skin, it was pink and looked slippery. The creature noticed him, he was out cold. He wanted to run but he couldn't leave G-20 (G-20?) behind. The creature revealed one of it's abilities by shooting a claw at him, what came after the flying claw were veins and arteries. The claw flew through him and, as he fell, he felt the urge to sleep, to forget, to reset his memory.

He could remember everything now; he knew what was on his head and what it does. It was some kind of computer that helped retrieving information a human couldn't, it also helped with his memory since most humans can't remember every detail of things. That computer was what helped him remember what helped him and it made him understand what that eyeball's claw did. The thing's veins had connected to him and had erased all his memory. If it wasn't for his computer connected to his head, he would be a goner.

As he was starting to understand everything he had once understood, he remembered the girl. "G... where is G-20?" He thought. That girl was a companion of his.



Some years ago...

"From now on, you shall be known as T-14, the sniper. Your assigned group has miss G-20 as leader; she will introduce you to the rest of your companions that integrate your team." Said a man with an evident long past life. He was known as the representative of the boss and leader of a secret organization known as "-----*".

"Al Right!" Rejoiced the boy in front of the old man; not being able to contain his emotions. "Uhh.. Well.. Sorry for that." He was now embarrassed of the whole crowd. The old man giggled.

"No need to be so formal, dear boy. You can jump and yell all you want if that is what your heart tells you." The man stopped talking when he noticed the boy's thoughtful look on his face, with a finger on his round and youthful chin. "What's wrong, T-14?"

"I was happy for getting in but..." He paused for a second to rethink his words. "A T? Is there any way to get in a higher rank?"

The members of the organization use their ranks as their codename, since ranks can't be repeated. Ranks are organized by a letter and two following numbers. They're organized alphabetically. That would mean that T-14 is a low rank and G-20 is a high one. That would also mean that A-00 is the highest and Z-99 is the lowest.

"Only if you saved the world some day." The old man giggled again. "Sorry boy, but ranks stay the same. There are some rare circumstances where we do decide to change someone into a higher rank, but that would mean saying goodbye for good to their old companions and leader of their original team."



Saying goodbye to his team and leader; It was worse than that, he had seen everyone heavily wounded and he couldn't even say goodbye to them. And now, he was isolated from the world in whatever place that was.