New Mission

A boy in dark gray and orange clothes wielded a blood covered knife in his left hand. He stared at the knife with both shock and fear as he thought. "It was an accident! I didn't mean it!" He looked at the motionless figure in front of him.

A woman with light brown hair wearing a blue dress laid on the ground. There was a puncture wound in the side of her chest covered with blood. The grass around her was covered with blood as well.

The boy looked at the woman's brown eyes which looked empty. They looked completely empty. He fell to his knees. Tears fell out of his eyes as he yelled out with sorrow and regret. "I'm sorry, Mother! I didn't mean it! He told me to!"

Both the boy and the woman disappeared. The blood covered field disappeared with them. A blinding light was all that could be seen.

A voice said, "He's waking up!"

A different voice said, "About time."

The blinding light disappeared. It was instead replaced by a bright sun which a man wearing cracked dark gray and orange armor stared up at as he laid in a grassy field. The armor the man wore was almost entirely dark gray but the trim around the edge was orange and the outline around the number seventy six was orange as well. His knuckles, knees, and elbows were also orange. Strapped to his upper right arm was a black mask.

The man with cracked dark gray and orange armor squinted his eyes and immediately sat up. He then looked at his both of his hands. He thought as he stared at his cracked gloves. "Was that a dream?" He clenched his left hand together as if he was holding the handle of a knife in his hand and thought. "It felt so real..."

The first voice from before said. "Are you okay, Jason?"

The man with the cracked dark gray and orange armor, known as Jason, looked up at the source of the voice.

There were two men standing a few meters in front of Jason. One stood to the left of Jason while the other stood to the right.

The man who stood to the left of Jason wore cracked armor that had a mix of both thin black metal and thin black leather. The man's chest, shoulders, back, arms, and legs consisted of thin black metal in the center of each piece. Along the sides of each piece was black leather. On the man's hands were black leather gloves and on his feet were black boots. He had red spiky hair and a young looking face. Strapped to his side were two black knives. There was a long black knife strapped to his left side and a slightly shorter black knife strapped to his right side. Finally, strapped to their upper right arm was a broken silver mask.

The man who stood to the right wore armor that was both red and black. The dominant color was red and the secondary color was black. His metal boots were completely black as well as his knees, elbows, and the giant circle in the center of his chest. The rest of his body was covered with red metallic armor. His head was covered with a red helmet with a black visor. Strapped to his back was a sword that leaned to his right side. 

Jason looked at the man to his left and said. "Aeolos?" He then immediately looked to his right and said. "And Thomas?" He looked back and forth between the two people as he said. "Where am I?" He looked at the cracked armor and broken silver mask the man on the left had as he said. "What happened to you?" He reached for his back with his left hand and reached for his right side with his right hand as he said. "Where are my weapons?"

The man who stood to the right of Jason, known as Thomas, sighed and said. "They are right next to you."

Jason looked to his left and then to his right. A cracked sword laid by his left side and a black knife laid by his right side. He immediately grabbed the cracked sword with his left hand and the black knife with his right hand. He quickly got up off the ground as he dashed toward Thomas.

Before Thomas could react Jason placed the edge of the blade of his sword to Thomas's throat as he said angrily. "What did you do to my equipment, you bastard?!" He gritted his teeth as he said. "Why is my sword cracked?! And why is my armor so damaged?! What did you do to it?!"

The other man, known as Aeolos, put up both of his hands as he said. "Wait! Hold on a second, Jason! It wasn't Thomas! He didn't do anything!"

Jason looked at Aeolos with a perplexed expression as he said. "What do you mean it wasn't Thomas?" He continued to press the edge of the blade of his sword against Thomas's throat as he asked Aeolos with a serious expression. "Then who was it?"

Thomas said. "We apparently got attacked..."

Jason immediately turned his head and looked at Thomas as he asked. "What do you mean 'we apparently got attacked'? Attacked by who?"

Thomas said with annoyance. "I don't know. Jack didn't tell me."

Jason had a confused expression on his face as he said. "Jack?" His head began to throb. He looked at both Thomas and Aeolos with a saddened expression as he thought. "Why do I feel sad when I think about Jack? Where is he?" His head began to throb with more intensity. He backed away from Thomas. He dropped both his cracked sword and black knife onto the ground and thought. "Where is Jack? What happened to him?" The intensity of the throbbing in Jason's head increased to an even higher level. Jason placed both of his hands on the sides of his head.

Aeolos looked at Jason and said. "Uh... are you alright, Jason?"

Thomas said. "Hey calm down, Jason! Don't go flipping out on us!"

Jason clenched both sides of his head tightly with his hands as he said with strain. "Jack... Where is Jack...?"

Thomas gestured to the area behind his right shoulder as he said. "Before he left he said he was heading to NYCS2. Do you want to follow him?"