<span style="font-style: italic"> He looked at the burning labs. He listened to the screams of those inside, being burned away, dying. He saw the smoke lift up into the sky, as the fires danced in front of him. He thought of how many were in there, and how many were now gone from this planet. He had thought of all of the death he had caused, all of the sins he had just commited. How he had just damned his soul.<br/><br/>And he smiled. </span><br/><br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>"So, we take the town, keep everything in it, AND you pay us?"<br/><br/>"Hmm? Yeah sure whatever."<br/><br/>The bald man, a leader of a group of bandits called The Reds, shook his head.  He had enough of dealing with this weirdo for the time being. Coming out of nowhere, ordering them to do stuff...the only reason he stood for it was because the pay sounded<span style="font-style: italic">excellent</span>.  He walked off, leaving his employer to himself.<br/><br/>Said employer was smirking to himself, overlooking the town from atop a nearby sand covered hill. An absolute giant  of a main, atleast eight feet tall, with a long wild mane of fiery red hair, with a beard to match. Dark skinned, his body was covered in a brown cloak, protecting him from the sand. A pair of binoculars were up to his eyes, being held by an arm that showed considerable muscle.<br/><br/>"The setting is within sight. The actors are coming together. The party is about to begin!" He laughed,  putting away the binoculars, showing blue eyes and a strong and hardened face.<br/><br/>"I have spent WAY too long putting this shit together but man OH MAN I KNOW It's gonna pay OFF." He continued, sounding like an excited child on Christmas morning, a pretty odd fit with his deep and guttural voice.<br/><br/>"The courier appears. Gives package to the hunter. They find the boy,  protecting him from the bandits due to honor or payment. Then it begins." He muttered to himself, an odd sense of relief filling him. A recently formed plan, one put together to solve a problem older than a decade. He held high hopes in his heart for it, and he knew it would work.<br/><br/>"..Speaking of."  He said, holding the binoculars back up, focusing on a small figure. It was walking towards the town, off towards the side of the man and the bandits he had hired.<br/><br/>"Here comes the man of the hour."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>A boy walked though the desert, gripping the side of his arms. He looked behind him, a worried look on his face. He had depressed looking brown eyes, with short and messy brown hair. His face was small and soft, innocent. But it was touched with a look of sadness and fear, like he was constantly worried. To add to that, he was rather small, just barely five feet tall.<br/><br/>He looked forward, squinting his eyes. Even if all he ever knew was desert, he never got used to it, as the sand tried to get into his eyes. Along with that, the sun was in just the right position to be shining in his eyes. "This is the wooooorst." He whined, his voice sounding weak and small.<br/><br/>He took off his two small olive green vest, which was covering a black t-shirt. And he placed it on his head, trying to block the sun. "And now I look dumb. Great." He frowned, pulling on his blue jeans as his brown boot covered feet walked him forwards, even if they wanted nothing more than to stop and take a nap.<br/><br/>"Come on.... just a bit more, there's a town right there." He encouraged himself, taking a deep breath. He had been walking all day, trying to find a town to stay at. Traveling without a camping set or the like was a pain in the butt, but he didn't have anyway of carrying one, so he was forced to find other sorts of shelter. Which, in this blasted out desert of a planet, was not a thing he had found to be easy.<br/><br/>"Finally, here." He said, taking a breath of relief, setting into the town. A small looking town, covered with wooden buildings, it looked like something out of a western movie.  People were going around and about, going about their business. Some obvious looking bandits, some people working, and others just walking around. It was rather peaceful, which made the boy smile. Last town he had visited had a bad case of "buildings on fire", so a rather calm one was a nice change of pace.<br/><br/>"Well, let's hope this place doesn't get interesting."