Project 115 or "Death" as he called himself emerged from an alley way blood smeared all over his arms and a line of it dripping down his chin and mouth a line of Gary smoke followed behind his steps if anyone had listened closely they would have heard the whisperings of dead men and women but it only sounded like a rasping hiss to most.

He casually wiped the blood from his mouth as he looked around for the other rebels or maybe those silly agents who tried to foil their plans.

Project 115 surveyed the area seeing fighting and bloodshed.

"Yes,"

He whispered to himself his voice dark and menacing.

"Kill the Order!"

He looked over to see a civilian cowering behind a garbage can.

"It is your turn,"

Project 115 brushed his hair to the side to reveal his bloodshot eyes that pierced even the bravest of souls and looked like a killers glee, he grabbed the innocent man by the collar living him up against the wall of a bank and then began choking him to death.

"Yes you are weak but your soul will suffice!"

As he said this a gray mist floated out of the dead mans mouth and joined the rest of the gray mist at Project 115's feet.

"I wonder what the others are doing?" 

He asked himself and then walked into the direction of the center of the mayhem.