Death Code

I had been dozing. I had also been dreaming about my past. Now that's something really rare - no, something that never happened before. Haha, I should commemorate the first time I ever recalled a past memory in my sleep! Where's my calendar? Yeah, right. Though I proceeded to mark the calendar on the virtual computer on my cuff, a patch of dread bloomed and began to weigh down my chest. I'd rather any dream but one of those days. It wasn't like I was traumatized by anything from back then; those days may be unpleasant but I never feel that worried about it. In front of me, coins and a pebble were scattered on the ground but the person who had been playing jacks with me and the reason why I unintentionally dozed off had disappeared. There was a rustling behind the old couch where our luggage had been thrown when we arrived here three days ago. "Are you eating something?" I sat up. The rustling continued. "I'm hungry, man. I can't do...

My hands shook as I struggled to strap my daggers against my back, over the jacket. Even though my clothes were thick and I wore mitts, it was still cold. I half-wished the Dispatchers threw on the heaters tonight. Outside the small glass and fenced-in window of my cell-like room, snow drifted down from a dark sky. I glanced out to see no moon despite the sky being clear. It was good, though, in this far-off location surrounded by trees and bushland. That the moon isn't out tonight means the forest would be darker, too. The room I was in was not built in a way to handle winter: large, with black glass floors and walls that reflected me in them, which does not insulate the place from the cold. There was a table on one wall filled with books and papers and a single screen propped up on a stand. One of the walls was lined with target boards. And then the warmest place in the room: a capsule that was also my bed, which I'm locked out of until bedtime. Tonight was no bedtime...

Summary: The Legacy rules the world since over the past twenty years, after a horrifying conflict that had destroyed many major cities, and left a few more dried of resources. Amidst strife and grief, no one dares go against the Legacy; there exists a rumor that special humans called Assassins that will kill off anyone that opposes them. Raider Hargrave does not have memories beyond fleeing the Legacy not more than two years ago. Despite that, he's lived without trying to remember anything; he spends his time these days fighting with the rogues that come too close to the border of the Nameless City. Challenged to a ridiculous game by a past enemy, Raider is forced into a game of cat-and-mouse to rescue captured members of the Rebels. But the true reason that he is being dragged into such a messy game may turn out worse than he previously thought... ______________________________________________________________________________ Hello, and welcome to a blog for...