'Sorrow, Hope, Life'

!!==(Third Person POV)==!!

"Breakknocker with obsidian-edged bullets*? Nice...Very Nice."- Raiden spoke out, picking up the elegantly customized, scope attached; gun from the ground; from which a couple of feets apart, it's owner lies flat on the ground- seemingly dead meat till now.

"Hey Sniper Chichaa*! Are you dead?"- Raiden slowly approached the man, who seemed to have no movements till now.

*Bang*

A bullet speeds up towards Raiden, determined to get him down to Death.

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"Aahhh!"

The Girl comes running before Raiden, a splurt of blood stains down Raiden's face- who stands unaware of that the bullet which seemed to have the fate to bash apart his head, was stopped by this girl- who he met not very long ago-

Injured and being pursued.

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That sniper had an armour on him, that saved him from the deadly hit- leaving his breath running and him alive to do another attempt to do the thing he is supposed to- Killing.

As he fell down, he pretended to be dead and waited until he heard Raiden's footsteps coming towards him-

And Bang! He fired his pistol, hidden under his black jacket; which no one expected to face while so much was happening.

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The Girl falls down before Raiden, and a stream of blood starts tainting down the metallic blocks; over which the shadow of Raiden resided in a shocked state-

All of a sudden, the Sniper moves around towards Raiden; aiming a Stainer on him-

*Cluck-cluck*

*Dang!*

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The sniper falls down- this time dead.

A Breakknocker bullet had cut a swath through his head, taking him down with the swaths of his wobbled down head.

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The gun falls down from Raiden's hands, his eyes still towards the fallen girl before him- dying with each second passing by.

This girl saved him.

Him- A person with his soul already dead with the burden of his memories, which he nor can recall nor can forget.

Is it the fate, or it is him- who is this unlucky that people snatch away from his death-

Death, a feeling very less crave for.

"A few months ago, a person died saving me-

Now her?

Fate! You are very cruel."- He muttered.

He slowly approached towards the Girl's face; hoping for a sign that she is still alive, desperately.

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"She is breathing!"- He remarked with his eyes having the shine of hope and life.

Raiden picks up the girl on his arms, and vanishes towards the Medic's house-

His will of life being changed in a sway of the lifeless night.

Some memories had resurfaced,

Painting the next three years of his life--

which he unwillingly lives off,

in anonymousity,

in a cliche.

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!!==[Raiden's POV]==!!

My world changed from that day.

It's Lucky or Unlucky, I don't know.

She remembers me of her...

"Raiden! I am speaking to you!"

Lisa spoke out.

"Ah...Ye Ye!", I realized she was telling me something all this while I was busy in the flashback.

How ignorant I am!

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"Sorry-Sorry-Sorry! Can I please ask you to say what you were sayin' again?"

I asked her again, making as much of an innocent face I could.

"...You are too much to be a normal person. I was askin' about who were those people who attacked you?"- She said; taking a deep sigh.

"Those people?", I took a while to think-

"Those people, seem to be from a well-trained group- and honestly speaking, the one I remember about was a Greenblood-human*."-I answered.

"Greenbloods? What are they doin' in Kolkata?"

She said; wondering how the greenbloods got their ways so close to the heart of Bengal Governate*.

"Well I guess, the one I met was a weird one- a greenblood with human-like features."- I said; remembering her of the term I stated earlier. "Sounds already weird. Are they some kind of hybrid or what?"-I continued.

"Well for that, i am afraid you will have to wait for the forensics, You two brothers have made quite a ruckus for me."- She answered; snapping her fingers.

"We two brothers? Did Niloy do somethin' wrong or what?"-I asked; being worried of the situation.

Afterall- I knew it well that Niloy is a rough person, he is stubborn more than enough.

"Nothin' great till now, Just knocked off seven people; almost killing two of the attackers pursuing you and your boss."- She exclaimed like it was nothin'.

"So much of a ruckus? Did he got any punishments from the sectoral Lord?", I asked; having a whiff of worry in my nerves.

"Nah, According to ICPC 18*, They assaulted you- it was in defense. And, why you worry when I am beside you....I mean supportin' you.", She said; correcting her words.

"Say somethin' that I understand.", I said; being confused by ICPC or CPC whatever it was.

She took a look on my worried face, and smiled- "Don't worry, No punishments for you and him."

I took a deep sigh of relief, as I didn't wanted to get into a problem after killin' a human.

Well, to be precise whom I killed with that stainer was not even a human- so, as far I know; the sectoral government wouldn't be in a problem for now.

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Human greed and desires have crippled many in the world- whilest Greed is another form of selfishness, Desires are something deviated from curiosity.

Both are the bad side of their good faces, just like humans- some good, some bad.

Many Human gangs are still workin' under the eyes of the Government, often having more assets than the local government itself. They get weapons and funds from the Alien Regimes still alive on the other side of the world, causing them to make a ruckus as they are losing the fight from the front.

Afterall- Insurgency is a big ruckus.

And, Humans are expert in it.

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As per now, I still wonder who those people where-

Mystically weird,

Critically interesting.

Were they after us?

Or, After what we had at that moment?