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A light snow coated the forest floor, falling softly onto the cold ground. Although only mid-morning, nothing but silence could be heard throughout the wilderness. But that tranquility was quickly broken as a body of darkly armored men made way through the maze of trees.
Frigid winds whipped their faces as they tried to escape, but if it weren’t for the body of a boy, slung over one of their shoulders’, would their lives be spared. Right behind their trail was a colorful group, fury evident in every stride and breath they took. Everything about them screamed murderous, even though their appearance could have been no more than 18.
“Give him back!” The blond one screamed. His eyes glowed golden before one of the armored men fell dead, a dagger embedded through the back of his skull, piercing through to the man’s eye.
“It’s useless to run!” The tanned blue haired threatened, but within a blink of an eye, he disappeared, only to reappear on top of a newly made corpse.
With each passing second, another armored man died, and the proceeding colorful band advanced forward, evidently gaining ground. It only took a few minutes before the colorful teens surrounded the exhausted thieves, with eyes full of rage.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The redhaired one asked, his voice laced with venom. Each and every one of the bandits became tensed; despite his size, the man before them held the most authority and power.
As if biding their time, one of them asked, though his voice trembled through fear, “What are you?”
A man dropped dead as soon as that question was asked, courtesy of the green haired one. “You’re in no position to ask such a thing.”
“If you don’t give him back,” The purple haired on threatened, his eyes glowing dangerously. “I’ll crush you.”
The bandits cowered from the five’s presence, but did not cede to the colorful group’s demands. One of them took a nervous gulp of air before shouting, “Like we’d ever answer you, monsters!”
Another body joined the dead, but before the colorful band could make do with the thieves, another group made their appearance, emerging from the skies and landing inside the circle the teens made. The new arrivals were completely different from the shivering men; they weren’t human. But that didn’t matter to the teens, considering the fact that they weren’t either.
The blond greeted the newcomers by throwing a dagger towards them; though, they easily dodged.
“A simple ‘hello’ would be nice,” Whined a lengthy man with chin length hair. There were three other men who accompanied him: a buff tanned man, a short haired blond, and a man with thick eyebrows.
“You’re in the way,” Threatened the redhaired teen, anxious to get back the sleeping boy.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Challenged the dark haired man with thick eyebrows.
The colorful teens glowered dangerously, emitting demonous auras.
“Woah, scary,” The muscular man commented. “You’re called the ‘Generation of Miracles’ right? Well let’s put that title to a test.”
“Silence you insolent fool,” Warned the redhaired teen. “If anything, you’re nothing more but ‘Uncrowned Generals’.”
“Heh,” The short haired blond replied. “You should treat your seniors with some respect.”
“As if you’d live long enough for that day!” The blue teen threatened as he lunged towards the blond, resulting in a blood bath.
Although the new arrivals were able to easily dodge the attacks, their mortal partners were soon slaughtered by the rage of the colorful teens. The sleeping boy’s body fell but was soon picked up by the muscular man who started running away, but the teens weren’t going to let them so easily, if not at all.
The purple haired teen grabbed the running man by his leg and lifted him up, causing the unconscious boy to fall once more. Rolling down the slanted terrain, the boy kept tumbling down the snow covered floor, drawing the fighting men’s attention towards the boy, giving chase after the boy. As they made their way through the steep slope, they continuously fought each other, trying hard to make sure the other wouldn’t reach the boy.
Thin ice cracked as the boy landed on top of a prematurely frozen stream, causing colorful eyes to widen in shock. It took only moments before the freezing water broke through the fragile surface and enveloped him. Screams and shouts were muffled by the water as the river dragged him away. But through the small crack in his eyes, the last thing the boy saw was a redhaired teen reaching out for him, all before his once clean chest was dyed with the same shade of crimson.