Pandering across the small cell, the masked man came across a small petite female where her silver, long fluffy hair swooped down to her lower hips, complimenting her emerald shade, thin almond eyes.

Her breath was so calm but yet so scared, her chest lifted more rapidly than a normal breath a relaxed human would create, her small, pale hands covered the left side of her pale, ghostly face.

She laid in a black dress that reached her ankles, bent inwards like a shattering ball, her eyes saw no light behind them, they were just a blank stare, a robot stare.

Zane caught her sudden glimpse of his lonely figure, locking eyes instantly like the snap of the thumb and the middle finger whacking against each to under the thumb location of the hand.

They wanted to say something but didn't want to disrupt the dead silence in the overshadowed basement, they didn't want the military soldiers suddenly ganging up on them because they were the only two humans who weren't in a certain community.

Instead, they softly waved at each other from far away, minding their business straight afterwards like nothing ever happened until the rattling sounds woke up the curious eyes as Angela came down from the blinding gleam with a warm smile on her pretty face.

Angela stared Zane down while addressing two resistance soldiers behind her, guarding her in case any attacks were planned inside the cave, she stood right in front of Zane, inserting the key to pull open the gate widely.

"You're a free man with a slight twist, every movement you make will be monitored, understood?" Angela reasonably spoke, still keeping her strong smile on Zane.

"Yes, I understand" Zane responded looking behind him to glance back at the silvered hair girl, receiving a blank stare back as he wandered outside the congested cell, Angela noticed Zane's wandering eyes so she followed it to find the lonely girl looking back.

Before whispering to Zane, Angela unexpectedly pulled Zane towards her small circle, covering the left side of her mouth to place words inside Zane's unwanted ears.

"The girl you're looking at is a serial killer recruited by another organisation that isn't from the government" Angela whispered, gently patting Zane on the shoulders afterwards.

Zane gazed back at the lonely female again, seeing her blank eyes widen in uncontrolled fear, shaking her head deliberately side to side.

"Right…" Zane mumbled to himself, keeping his suspicious thoughts a sneaky secret.

The chilly sky encountered its thin glare onto Zane the soon he plodded outside the basement into the frosty crowd, sensing all the on-guard eyes getting placed on his unknown discharge.

An old man with healthy grey hair headed towards Zane's way, not letting go of his cold stare, shaking Zane's hand when he finally got close from inside the sheltered shadows.

"Nice to meet you, Zane. I've heard great things from my daughter saying you were the person who saved her from a young age" The old man chuckled "You can call me a sergeant fox" Sergeant Fox continued his introduction.

"Nice to meet you too" Zane calmly introduced himself back.

"Now, why don't you come with me and start your military training?" Sergeant Fox chuckled, raising questions in Zane's since he didn't hear about this subject.

"Wait, what? Military training?" Zane blurted out.

"Yes, you don't remember me saying I'm going to recruit you?" Angela laughed for a response.

"But I don't want to be in a military organisation-" Zane said, getting interrupted.

"I don't think you have an option to say no in this recruitment" Sergeant Fox snarled, sounding threatening under the gloomy sky, scaring Angela but Zane, who silently clenched his hands into a tight, gripped fist.

"We don't want someone dying now, do we? No no, but a flick from my thumb can get you instantly killed since I have all the position to label you a terrorist spy" Sergeant Fox aggressively chuckled, placing his wrinkle hands on the right of a quiet Zane.

"Say that again" Zane eventually responded in a cold, murderous voice.

Violent chills ran down both Sergeant Fox and Angela's spine, trembling in utmost fear when Zane tilted his head up, glaring right through Sergeant Fox's soul, a murderous aura out shadowing the sergeant's threatening aura.

All the instinct that was alarming Sergeant Fox in his every decision faded into one thing, the selected flight mode, he tried desperately to escape but he was frozen into the ground, throbbing under his cancelling breath, his lungs ended his breathing the more Zane's eyes were fading to empty and robotic, showing nothing like emotions but more as a warning sign, a death wish.

All Fox's limbs wobbled, tormented by the fear, having his heart leapt into his rough throat, pounding like the sounds of guns penetrating through tough walls while being betrayed with stabbings by terror itself, almost unmanning him into a whimpering puppy, spiking new levels of death.

"I told you, say it again," Zane demanded, penetrating Sergeant Fox's squeezing heart.

Sergeant Fox's tormented state crumbled onto the ground, unable to apologise for his tremendous mistake, his washed, coloured skin faced Zane's unblinking, widened eyes, begging silently to forgive his unprofessional actions.

"I thought you were a tough guy?" Zane asked murderously, squatting down to snatch Sergeant's Fox by the chin, tilting his head up to be an inch way from Zane's monstrous scowl.

"Look at you now, you pathetic human being" Zane whispered beside Fox's ear.

Plagued by the horrendous nightmare, Sergeant Fox felt highly light, following it with an unconscious passing out.

Al he saw in his emptiness mind was Zane's immense 384-foot figure looking down on his pity location, Fox trembled to the flaring, red eyes Zane reflected off on his shadowy, clouded body where bony wings snapped out of his collarbone, reaching the wingspan of 420 feet, wrapping around the front of his body.

Sergeant Fox's powerful status was dangerously lowered to a small amount, being kicked off the throne from a young male he just met recently.

He finally felt something he hasn't felt in years.

Sergeant Fox's dying age finally felt fear, something he needed again in his boring, restricted lifetime.

To Be Continued...