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.