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Luca Garretti watched from his makeshift bunker as the Elite Guard of the Crimson Talon marched directly toward his location. It was a sight that he had grown used to in the months since Charonia’s government fell to the terrorist organization and their ruthless leader, the man known only as The Forsaken. Luca, and every freedom loving man, woman, and child had watched on in horror as the Crimson Talon’s shock troopers, lead by the Elite Guard decimated the country’s admittedly weak military. However, it hadn’t ended there, with the Prime Minister already dead, having met his fate while on the wrong end of an assassin’s rifle, the members of the Charonian Senate had been locked inside of the old senate building, while the shock troopers set the historic wooden building ablaze. 

“Now?” said a young man, of no more than 18. Instead of worrying about the things that most young men of his age worry about, such as women, jobs, and what university to attend, he was worried about troop placement and battlefield tactics. The resistance had stolen his youthfulness, and replaced it with the heart of a soldier.

“Not yet Matteo.” Luca said in a hushed tone, noting the worry in the young man’s face as the Elite Guard moved ever closer. 

Luca took several deep breaths, after he began inhaling his fourth deep breath, the area just outside of the bunker was rocked by an explosion.

“Now.” Luca said as he began racing for the exit, with Matteo just behind him. 

As Luca and Matteo rushed toward the Crimson Talon troops, their comrades in the resistance movement blindsided the shock troopers with high powered assault rifles which they had taken from several military stores soon after Charonia fell. Just as the Crimson Talon forces began to return fire, Luca advanced toward the front line, no longer running, the resistance fighter who had celebrated his 22nd birthday just weeks before the Crimson Talon had taken the country flew toward the enemy forces. Though he only flew several feet above the ground, he moved at an incredible speed, and impacted the first line of troops with the force of a Mack truck, sending the men clad in black armor flying in every direction. 

For years, Luca had kept his abilities a secret. He had been ashamed of his gifts, seeing them as more of a curse. He never wanted to use them, and when the so called meta humans began crawling out of the woodwork all over the world, he sought out help, as he wanted nothing more than to find a cure. However, soon after the fall of Charonia, he was forced to embrace his abilities, as they allowed him to fight off the invaders like few others could, or would. 

The Crimson Talon’s forces were not taken by surprise for long. They immediately began to return fire at the rebels, with several troops focusing their fire directly on Luca. The bullets had no effect on the young soldier, who seemed to simply brush off the gunfire as he pressed the attack on the shock troopers. However, as he fought, he noticed that the sounds of the battle had died down, until the gunfire had almost completely stopped. He paused, and dared a look behind him, and found that much to his chagrin, most of his comrades had fallen. Even Matteo, his closest friend within the resistance wasn’t spared, as he lay a dozen yards or so behind Luca, with a gaping bullet hole right between his eyes. Just as he realized that he was all alone, and assumed that the Crimson Talon’s forces were about to move in for the kill, the shock troops as well as the Elite Guard lowered their weapons. Luca was confused, as the troops fell into formation as if their were waiting for something, and Luca didn’t have to wait long to find out exactly what, or rather, who they were waiting for. The formation of black clad troops parted, and as they did Luca could see a man making his way through the troops. He was a large man, Luca estimated that he had to be at least six foot five and probably over 250 pounds. He was dressed in a red and black costume, with a mask to match. His arms and legs  were adorned with large metal spikes, and he wore a blood red cape. Luca knew that this man could be none other than the leader of the Crimson Talon himself, the man called Forsaken.

“So, this is the meta human that has been leading the resistance against me? A mere boy?” Forsaken said, incredulously. “I have to admit, you have impressed me. I could use a man with your…talents.”

“No, I’d never join forces with you.” Luca said defiantly.

“Pity.” Forsaken said as he took a step toward Luca. “Then you will die.”

“I don't think so.” Luca said as he rushed toward Forsaken.

Luca didn’t make it very far. He had only taken a few steps when he felt as if a large invisible hand had taken a hold of him in a vice-like grip. Before he knew it, he was several feet off the ground, unable to move, and the harder he struggled, the tighter the grip became. 

“You can kill me, but the resistance will continue to fight. We will force you from our land, and there is nothing you can do to stop us.” Luca said with absolute hatred in his voice.

“No.” Forsaken said as he tightened his telekinetic grip on the young meta. “The rebellion dies with you.” He finished as he twisted the young man’s head nearly completely around, the sickening popping sound as his neck was broken echoed off the walls of the buildings in the once peaceful neighborhood. Then for good measure, Forsaken focused on the young man’s corpse, and in an instant, the body began to burn from the inside out. The inferno burned so hot that nothing survived the blaze, save for a few scraps of clothing that had drifted away on the wind.

As Forsaken and his forces turned to leave, he stopped.

“Let this be a warning to anyone who dares oppose my rule. Not only will you be destroyed, but the same fate will befall your entire bloodline.” He announced to anyone who may be listening as he turned toward his new palace.