Nathan 3

Nathan had successfully infiltrated the Lower Half. The white outfit he wore was something he never imagined wearing. But a mission was a mission. There was no escaping this.

He'd passed by a couple of wolves, ho nodded at him. He nodded back, sometimes even with a grin. He surprisingly didn't see any hate him. Not one bit. He did not, in the slightest, feel any form of hatred towards them. It was like they just existed.

Nathan had sometimes wondered why the two factions were constantly at war with each other. The only ones that would have that answer would be the leader of the wolves. He was the oldest person in both regions, save the one at Zero ground. But then, who would dare ask them that question.

Nathan didn't even like the new High. Ever since he came, his only goal was expansion. Not even the ruthless former High, who had massacred thousands for little to no reason at all, dared to make a move at Zero Ground. The best he did was make his men prevent entry into that place.

And now the current High wanted to invade that place. Even Tigre, whose mental stability was questionable, didn't try to mess with that place. Such nonsense. He'd be leading the Orca to their grave.

But then, Nathan began to wonder, what was the defender of Zero Ground capable of? What could he do that could bring fear to the hearts of two strong and powerful gangs, and all the while single handedly taking care of an orphanage of both normal and gifted children. They rarely even got sick, which was another marvel all together,

Deep down Nathan really was jealous of the people there. They had protection, peace, food and electricity, Heck, he hadn't remembered when he had a good meal, only some bread and cold, lacking soup, which he had shared with Torn. Torn had also told him to not compare, and he was right, for while they had everything, if and when their protector died, they'll be like a rabbit in the midst of foxes. The Orca may not have been the best ideal home for him, but he had learnt to fight for himself.

And as for his old family, well, he didn't care for them anymore.

Nathan vividly remembered the day that he was taken away from his parents. He had been hiding in the closet, watching as his father fought of the gangsters, while his mother was on the flaw, in a puddle of tears. Then Torn and Ms. Watson had entered, beating up the man in a matter of seconds.

Nathan didn't know how, but all he knew was that Ms. Watson had found him. She had dragged him out of there, snatching him from his parents.

And that was the last time he had seen them. He was later joined by others, Fidelia, Sid, Parya, Oliver… so many others. As time went by, he got used to it, became more accustomed to the way things were run, even becoming a protégé of Torn.

Nathan entered the Wolves headquarters, mixing in with the rowdy bunch that drank beer around fires and laughed, screamed and fought each other. It was no different from the Orca. The same old things; the gangs using the civilians' money to enjoy themselves while the civilians themselves fought to survive. But everyone had gotten used to it; had become comfortable with it. It was now everyone's life, save the Zero Ground.

His eyes locked onto the Annabelle. She was pretty, but he'd seen prettier girls. She was referred to as the brains. He could see why. Her eyes were constantly scanning them, looking through for spies, like him.

Then there was Dominic. He was the muscles. And yes he was muscular. It took a lot of internal arguing to convince himself that the pounding of metal was being down by a person's fist and not a blacksmith. That was two. The third was Karver, a guy everyone knew of. Who didn't know of him or his arsenal, the Cycle.

An arsenal was basically a weapon that used up bright energy for abilities. It came in many forms, most noticeably weapons. Karver's weapon was as savage and cruel as his nature, constantly putting an individual cut by his boomerang in an endless cycle of pain. Such sadism.

And then the last of them, was White. And he was watching him.

Nathan knew about blind people. And he knew that the White, was gifted, not blind. He was already onto him from the moment that he'd stepped in. And Nathan had realized it too late, because the man was approaching him. Nathan excused himself from the guys that sat around a fire, only to bump straight into a bulk of muscle.

"Dude," he said, with an evil smile on his face, "You're coming with us."