Bulls-eye

Two Years ago...

BANG!

A story always start with a bang. Well, not all stories do, but this one does.

It starts with a loud bang; a bang that seemingly could be heard from miles away; a bang so loud it shook the earth and knocked all the birds into the air.

Then silence.

A young man wearing a red blazer groaned. He then laughed.

He laughed at the destruction he caused on the White Fang base, on the explosion he triggered. Nothing but flames remain in the ruins of the tents and sheds, all of their machinery were blown to bits.

Exhausted from taking on hundreds of terrorists at once, he sat down. The man grabbed the water bottle he had brought with him and emptied it into his mouth. He looked at the flames sadly, as it reminded him of his company's own downfall.

He had failed the company. He had failed his father's legacy. His father built the company, Moon Access, from his own sweat and blood and now, because of a stupid thought, he lost it all.

Because of Schnee. The greedy man who saw the potential in his invention and tried to steal it. But Schnee failed, although he did cut off all the dust supplies to Moon Access, causing its downfall.

"Moon!"

A voice yelled from behind, "Pheonix Garnet Moon! This had gone too far!"

A man in White Fang uniform approached from the shadows, aiming a bow at Phoenix.

Phoenix stood up and faced the man, gripping the Crimson Scorch - his gun with a blade - tightly.

Now...

Phoenix gripped the Crimson Scorch tightly. He loaded the gun with Trail (His own invention, which was used as a Dust substitute but significantly weaker) and aimed at the targets.

Phoenix fired three times, all three shots hit the dead centre of the target boards.

"Heh," Phoenix muttered to himself, "I'm awesome."

Phoenix reloaded again and fired, the shot exploded on impact as it hit the fuel tank behind the targets, pieces of red-hot metal rained down on the training ground floor.

"Well, what a waste. It took so much effort to bring the tank here and it only lasted for one shot," said Phoenix disappointingly, "but hey, bulls-eye! Am I right?"

Then...

"Still not dead?" asked Phoenix, "You terrorists are so tough eh? Destroying buildings and killing innocents?"

"They're humans. Humans are not innocent, therefore you are also not innocent!"

"Well, I know I'm not. Just between you and me, I really hate killing all you people but I cannot convert all of you and hand you over to the officials. I honestly think working with organised groups is such a fuss, am I right?" said Phoenix with a smirk.

"Shit up," said the White Fang member.

"Well-"

Before Phoenix could finish the White Fang member fired the arrow. Phoenix gasped in surprise before leaning sideways hoping to evade it. Unfortunately he was too slow to react and the arrow struck his right eye.

Phoenix screamed in pain, raising the Crimson Scorch and fired. The White Fang member collapsed in response.

"Ahhh-"

Phoenix knelt down. He took a deep breath, counting to three he pulled the arrow out along with his eye.

He stared at the eye for a while.

"I am never going to let anyone take away anymore things from me!" Phoenix muttered himself before placing the eye into his mouth and swallowed it.

Phoenix felt sick and wanted to vomit. He forced himself not to.

Silently, darkness invaded his vision.

He fell onto his back as the fires around him burned.