Okay everyone, here is the first little bit of my book, i will post the rest if i get good feedback.
The heat haze warped the vision of the soldiers as the scorching desert winds swept the sands. The soldiers were disappointed. They were armed to the teeth, and ready to fight an army, yet one lone figure loomed across the distance.
Whats’s the point of all this again, asked one of the new recruits.
The highest ranking official replied. “We need to eliminate the target”.
“What target? That kid walking towards us”?
Kid?! Wait a second… the seargant took out his scope and took a closer look at the black clad figure striding calmly towards them. He put the scoped down with a look of anger on his face, and cursed under his breath.
“How the heck could the send us in like this! It’s a suicide mission!”
“whadda mean, sarge? We have tanks, and miniguns. How is one unarmed kid gunna stand a ch---
He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. Half a Humvee flew into him at 100 miles per hour, pummeling him into the dirt. The seargent cursed again.
“Fire at will”, yelled the seargent, and the muzzle flashes of 50 AK-47s lit up the night sky. Another humvee exploded, and chunks of car parts injured a few men. Then there was a blur of black, and the afterimage of a black clad figure, and the seargent was hurtling through the air, the wind knocked out of him. The Soldiers didn’t even bother to aim their guns, they simple shot at whatever moved. Suddenly there was a deafening roar, and another explosion, sending several men flying. The figure, now visible stood in the midst of the excitement. He was young, about 15, at most, dressed all in black. He wore a leather jacket over a battered T-Shirt, which was weird for the fact that they were in a desert. He had a sword on his back; it appeared to be a white Japanese katana. The boy spoke.
“Where is T.A.L.O.N HQ?”
One of the new recruits spat at his feet, and kicked the coarse white sand into the boys face.
“As if we’d tell you, you stupid runt! I don’t know what kind of technology you have, but you don’t stand a chance against this task force! In case you didn’t know, we’re GENES. You have no hope of defeating us!”
The soldier scowled, then sprinted forward towards the boy, kicking up dusty white sand as he went. He thrusted the bayonet on his AK-47 at the boy. Ducking, the boy averted the blow, then countered with a bone jarring uppercut that lifted the soldier off his feet. Once on the ground, the boy delivered a painful punch to the throat of the soldier, who began writhing on the floor, ruby red blood flowing from his mouth. Two more soldiers opened fire, the sound of machine gun fire filling the air. The boy promptly raised his hand, as if to shield himself, and the air warped in front of him, the bullets stopped in midair. He then flicked his wrist, and a shockwave knocked all the men off their feet, reeling into the dunes. There were shouts of “GET IM’”, and “ATTACK”, as all the soldiers rushed the boy. Drawing his sword, the black figure became a blur as he hacked his way through most of the soldiers. The sand was porous with blood, as he impaled an incoming soldier in the ribcage, staining the ground red. He then let go of the sword, spun around and delivered a bone cracking roundhouse kick to the head of another unfortunate victim. As that man fell to the floor, he drew the sword out of his last victim, and thrust it under another soldier’s chin, and then slashing him across the face. Suddenly, a soldier drew his knife and snuck up behind the boy, who was locked in combat with another person. Just as he was about to strike, the boys shadow seemed to grow out of the ground. To call it black was an understatement. The thing that emerged from the ground was a perfect silhouette of the boy, that looked like it wasn’t just black, but simply devoid of light altogether. It grabbed the mans arm, and wrenched the knife from his hand. Then, as if it hand a mind of it’s own, it leaped over the man’s head, and embedded the knife into his back. Without warning, there was a dull thud, and the boy was hurtling through the air. It appeared that the squad wasn’t entirely stupid, and had managed to hit the boy with an artillery shell in the back.
“Move, move, move!”, yelled the Sergeant. All the soldiers surrounded the dune that the boy was buried in. Only his tattered jacket was left, lying on the floor in front of the dune, blown to shreds. Brandishing AK-47s, the soldiers inspected the dune. There was a dull thud, then another.
What the hell? asked the sergeant. Suddenly, an arm protruded from the sand. This was no normal arm however. This arm was devoid of skin, lacking muscle or tendons. It was completely, and utterly made of bone. It gleamed in the moonlight, as it extended from the earth.
Looks like he’s done, said a soldier in a confident voice.
Get back, muttered the Sergeant.
The remaining soldiers didn’t get a chance to ask why, as the boy rocketed out of the sand, ripping a soldier in half with his skeletal arm. He stood up straight, using his shadow to deflect the oncoming bullets of the AK-47’s. He was a truly frightening sight. With his jacket gone, his arms were visible. His left arm was completely fine. His right arm made only of bone, flexing his fingers.
“You all are lucky, he said. Most of my victims aren’t fortunate enough to live long enough to witness my right arm”. His voice was as dark as night itself, only made less frightening by the fact that it was being broken due to the boy’s age at around 15. His skin was a brown color, barely visible in the unlit night sky. He then raised his right arm, and all the men were lifted about 10 feet into the air.
Now, said the boy. Your luck has run out. I will ask one time, and one time only. Where is Talon HQ?
Have it your way, then. The boy snapped his fingers and all the soldiers fell to the floor, with a sickening cracking sound as all their necks were simultaneously broken.
