Chapter 3

Kazan was so angry he dropped his sword and ran full on at the small man who had given the order to kill his brother. He was tackled from behind by another large man in a tux. He felt a gun pressed into his back and he heard the words, 

"Don't move or you die," coming from the man pinning him to the unforgiving dirt.

Kazan then felt a hard blow to his head and everything went black.

When he woke up, he was in a dark room. There were no windows, but he saw the faint outline of a door in the wall in front of him. His head felt like it was going to shatter if he moved. He took a deep breath and screamed. He ran at the door like a mad bull with rabies. He nailed it with his shoulder, but it didn't budge. He started banging on it with his fists, he yelled, he raved, but the door wouldn't move. They had killed his brother and they were going to pay! He had lost his brother once when he thought he was killed in the war when Kazan was 19 and then he found him again only to have him killed. 

"You will pay!" he screamed at whoever was listening. 

"Quiet down in there," a guard ordered from outside the door.

But that just made him even more angry. He kept trying to get out for several minutes until he finally fell back exhausted. His fists were bleeding and he still had a horrible headache. He fell asleep still thinking about his hate of that small man in the gray suit. 

When Kazan woke up, his stomach was rumbling and grumbling from hunger. He saw a plate on the ground next to him. He gobbled it up without even paying attention to what it was. He then put his attention on escaping. The walls were made of metal, the floor of stone. the door was wood but he knew there was a guard out there. Windows were nonexistent, and the ceiling was metal as well. 

"Oh my head," Kazan groaned. 

He wobbled over to the door and leaned against it. Suddenly he was falling, he heard a bang, a thump, a cry and a crash and then he hit the ground. When he got up he saw he was outside the cell and the guard was lying on the ground. Kazan couldn't believe his luck. When they brought in the food they must have left the door open. Kazan almost laughed, the highest security cell in the entire world and it was thwarted by one single forgetful person. He grabbed the gun from the guard and took off down the passageway. The walls were made of solid rock. Kazan guessed it was five feet thick. He heard muttering from beyond the turn of the corridor,

"... Might as well kill him... boss says... tonight."

He ducked into a nearby room and shrunk into a dark corner immediately becoming almost invisible. He heard a noise to his right and looked over. Standing there with his back to Kazan was the bodyguard who had killed his brother. In his hand were three sticks of dynamite. He was also looking at all kinds of explosives. Grenades, more dynamite, and missiles. Kazan grabbed a medium sized rock off of the ground and hurled it at the large man in a black tuxedo. It hit him in he back of the head and he fell down unconscious. Kazan snuck over to the weapons and took a look. There was enough explosives there to blow up the entire building he was in. 

Should Kazan commit suicide and also blow up the entire establishment and get revenge that way, or try to kill the man without blowing everything up and dying.

   

Chapter 2

Kazan hesitated before taking a few steps toward the house. It was dark and soot glazed, making it dark and gloomy. A sweep of smoke blew over him. It tingled in his lungs and he could feel it choking out his clean air. He stood up straight and took a deep breath. He drew his wooden sword. Kazan held it steady in front of him as he approached the door.

The door creaked loudly when it was opened. Kazan noticed that one of the hinges was loose. He walked into the room. It was lit only by the sunlight that was now slowly fading. Glass on the floor crunched under Kazan's shoe. The room was empty of any life forms. He slipped on something slightly wet. It caught him off guard but he did not fall. When he got his balance back, he crouched down to see what was wet on the ground. It was a dark color and it looked thick and there was a lot of it. Blood. He rose and stumbled backwards. The sword dropped from his hands and the glass scattered over the floor. He tripped and was centimeters away from the ground when a pair of icy cold hands caught him.

The hands were pale. Kazan could tell that they were attached to some very strong arms. Black sleeves covered the wrists and Kazan noticed bloody scars on the hands. He was about to scream when one of the hands silenced him. He squirmed but the hands were stronger then him. He tried to get a look at the face but the arms held him steady. No one was there to help him but there was someone there to hurt him.

The man loosened his grip a little and Kazan was able to break free, he scrambled to pick up his sword and then stood there staring at his opponent.

"Who are you?' he asked the man.

"I am Grath Shockem"

"But Shockem is my last name."

"Kazan?"

"Yes."

"Little bro!"

"Brother? B-but I thought you were killed by the Euroasian Union."

"They captur..."

Suddenly the sound of shattering glass filled the air and Grath fell forward with a bullet hole in his back. There standing with a gun was a large man with a black tuxedo and sunglasses. Behind him was the leader of the Euroasian Union.

"Take him to the headquarters and lock him up," said the leader.

He was small and wearing a grey suit. He didn't look dangerous except for his eyes. They were a bright blue and full of hatred and grief.

Should Kazan run away to save himself or stay with the two men and try to avenge his brother's death.

Chapter One

Kazan was tying his shoe, again.
“Dangit, this darned shoelace is no good,” he muttered to himself.
Somehow when the last bomb hit his left shoelace somehow had become altered in some way and wouldn’t tie right. The shoe tied for the time being he jumped off the rock he was sitting on and thought about his situation. He was in a ruined city, which was all that was left of Phoenix, Arizona. It had been completely destroyed by the war that the American Union fighting against the Eurasian Union. He was one of the only survivors. He owed it to his Ninja trainer who taught him the ways of hidden movement and self-defense. His plan was to try to make his way to a small settlement on the outskirts of Phoenix, which he thought might not have been destroyed by the bombs.
When the first bombs hit he had been actually practicing his defense moves so he was wearing his traditional all black ninja gi. He had a practice wooden sword and his practice wooden throwing stars with him. He hoped it would be enough to keep off the criminals that lined the roads these days. He decided to start off immediately because his house with all his belongings had been obliterated. As he set off his eyes stung and he felt a strange feeling in his toes. At the time he dismissed it as nothing. As he walked along he looked around at his home of 11 years. It didn’t look anything like the Phoenix he was used to. Everything had been destroyed by the bombs.
He was beginning to get close to the edges of Phoenix and the place he was looking for when from inside a somewhat standing house he heard a yell, a grunt, and the crash of glass breaking…………………………………
Should he go into the house to see what is going on or should he
run like heck toward the settlement?