• A pale man stood on the edge of the ruins in a crumbling city. He was incredibly handsome with beautiful and intense blue eyes. His skin contrasted greatly with his hair, being a raven black in color, and slicked back naturally out of his face. He was dressed like a businessman in a black suit and red tie, a heavy black coat adorning his shoulders.
    He gazed over the wreckage with cold uncaring eyes. He signaled to a few men who were standing behind him, they were all clad in similar military uniforms that were black and red in color, except for one who didn’t quite seem to match any of them there looking to be only 18 or so and dressed in a tank and jeans, bandages wrapped on almost all parts of his body, one eye being covered by them as well. Only one of the men approached and he had the same look as the other, the same cold and uncaring gaze, but he had a sort of arrogant air about him unlike the first, but it could easily be seen who was in charge, and it wasn’t him. “What say you Brigadier”, the man in the suit asked smoothly.
    The Brigadier scowled heavily gazing at the mess, “Sloppy”, was all the man replied.
    He glared back at one of the other men. This particular one was tall and thin, and while most of them were dressed appropriately in their uniforms he was the only one out of all of them who adorned wooden sandals instead of boots with his. Not only this but his dyed orange hair stuck out of his cap messily, he smiled at the Brigadier, looking over him with icy blue eyes, “Yes”, he asked politely.
    The Brigadier approached him pushing a finger, none to gently, into the man’s chest, “It was your squadron who was supposed to clean out this area.”
    “I did”, he said innocently, “after all Brigadier, there are no people”, and he stated it as if the man couldn’t see it himself.
    The Brigadier would’ve probably tried to beat his commanding officer to a pulp if he didn’t like proving others wrong, especially him. He smirked walking over past the man in the suit to one of the many buildings that had still kept their shape. The men waited for a moment before seeing the man reappear from the building holding a young boy maybe 8 or 9 by his hair. The boy was in rags and he cried, kicked, and struggled in the man’s iron grip. He threw the boy on the ground harshly, almost at the “businessman’s” feet. A cloud of dust and dirt flew up when he landed and he got up on his hands and knees shaking badly, tears still streaming down his face. “What, no way”, the man with flaming orange hair said hands on his head; “I could’ve sworn we got ‘em all.”
    “Apparently not Major Stain”, the man in the suit said cooly to the orange haired one, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
    “P-please, don’t…don’t kill me”, the boy sobbed pathetically too afraid to even move.
    “Now look what you did Brigadier, scaring the poor child half to death”, the Major admonished approaching the boy, “I believe for the sake of children you should kill them quickly, there’s no sense in torturing them”, he stood in front of the child and pulled out his pistol putting it against the boy’s forehead.
    “It should only take one shot like this”, he said pulling the trigger.
    The child only had a second for his eyes to widen in surprise before he fell in a messy heap on the ground, blood pouring over his head and face, and the Major pocketed his gun with a small smile. “Tch, what was that bullshit you were spouting”, the Brigadier said with a snort.
    “Now, now”, one of the men in uniform, who had not spoken the entire time, stepped forward, “c’mon children, we shouldn’t be quarreling amongst ourselves”, he said lightly.
    “Alright Lieutenant”, Major Stain said with a pout, and the Brigadier merely sneered and turned walking off.
    The Lieutenant was a strange sight himself from what you could see. He had strange tattoos on him from what was visible of his body, such as two thick black lines that went down over his eyes on each side of his face, and two thick rings around his neck as well. He also had almost 8 or 9 piercings on each ear, and one of them even connected to his lip with a small chain. He pushed his glasses up approaching the man in the suit, “So Sage, what are your orders.”
    The man called Sage gazed up into the gray tinted sky, “Bring one of your squadrons in, and clean up Stain’s mess. I want no one left alive here”, he said easily exhaling a large cloud of smoke before stomping the cigarette out.
    “Of course my Liege”, the Lieutenant said easily bowing to the man.
    Sage shoved his hands in his pockets walking back towards the large vehicle that sat waiting for him. As he wondered idly, “What should I eat for dinner tonight?”