Blood Sand (pt 1)

Part 1

In every step he takes, craters were left in his wake. His armored frame zoomed across the sandy field; the reflection of the moonlight bounces off his crimson armor. His left hand gripped the Colt .45 tight, index finger inside the trigger guard. His helmeted head rotates from left to right, scanning any enemies that might have appeared to catch him off guard. White eye lenses matches his shoulder, elbow and knee plates; it glowed rhytmically, lit by his eyes. His foot dug itself deep in the desert sand as he ran, sand filled the gaps of his armor. His breath filled his hearing; it was the only sound he could hear inside the small confinement of his helmet, accompanied by occassional beeps and warning that shows up in his Heads-Up Display link. In his vision, he could see a mound of sand in his left. A palm tree on his right stood tall, accompanying an oasis where the surface was a mirror of the nightsky above. He did not stop beside it. It was utterly useless; he was a transhuman with an Angel's DNA, he was not capable of thirst so why bother stop beside a small pond of water? It would simply be a waste of precious time; a luxury he doesn't have.
	Glancing up, he noticed that he was nearing a ridge. The wind doesn't gets slow and the night is still dark. He could see a comet streaking past the sky, disappearing in an instant just as it had appeared quickly. The moon remained bright, Tier-4 Protectorate Tripwire knew that Sister Moon would witness a violent fight later.
	He skidded to a halt as he reached the edge of the ridge. He knelt to one knee as he studied the environment below; a small village in the middle of nowhere occupied by creatures armored in medieval armor. He looked closely; HUD link zooming in and from there, he could make out the occupants' features.
	"Demons." He muttered, breaking the silence that had ensued. They were indeed wearing medieval armor that looks to be aflame in black fire. The eye slits on their faceplates displays two purple glowing orbs that shows malice and hatred. Some of them had horns on their helmets, some had plumed ones. Some were none and some simply wore hood over it. Their scabbards can be seen hanging freely on their waists, bearing different kinds of swords with exotic hilts and blades. However, one thing is common about them; they were covered in silver platings.
	He wandered his gaze elsewhere, away from the Demons. In the middle of the village, he could see a rising fire that came from something; a bonfire. Tripwire wondered what it was for but when he sees it, he felt sick: Hundreds of crucified villagers nailed on a cross were being burned alive. Firewood and gasoline were on their feet, consuming them. Their screams were muffled by thick cloth of gags. He watched them burn; skin first that scorched and consumed by flames, revealing flesh and bones. He slid back from the edge of the ridge as he pressed a button in his left TacBracer; a computer mounted on his forearm.
	"Protectorate Tripwire, reporting in." He voiced over his bracer before pressing his earpiece on his right ear. His digitalized voice was a mix of a Lion's growl and a low rumble of thunder. "I detected a strike force from Shadowhelm Legion. They have managed to capture Desert Sector Delta Bravo Alpha 676." He reported in a monotonous voice.
	"This is Forward Base Epsilon." A voice replied back followed by a static before replying once more. "DBA 676 was captured, noted. Anything else?"
	"Requesting permission to liberate the village."
	A long silence. Tripwire was getting impatient as his enhanced hearing heard the screams of the villagers. He gripped his pistol tight as he looked below again.
	"Permission denied."
	He felt his heart sank at the instruction.
	"You are to return back to base immediately." The operator added.
	"Clearance Order, override. I will liberate the village with or without your help." Tripwire replied as he shut the radio off before the operator could reply. Looking down below, he sucked in a lungful of breath before sliding down across the sand.

(To be cont.)