"Fuck!" A young man wearing a battered pig mask cursed and readied his gun, pressing his back against the only optional cover he had – a crumbling brick wall that would take a few shoves to knock down. The man snorted and tensed his trigger-finger, his slate blue eyes gleaming shards that cut through the dimmed light that accompanied the early dawn; keenly watching for any movement. Two people rounded the corner, each clad in silver bandana's that signalled they were on the opposing side. They started when they noticed the crouched pig-man, swiftly sidestepping behind cover.

But not fast enough.

One man screamed as the steel bullet lodged itself squarely in his collarbone, immobilising him. The problem now, was reloading. The uninjured enemy reappeared and locked his sight towards the defenceless pig-man. There were a few long seconds where dull brown eyes met sharp, metallic blue ones – and then he fell, dead.

The pig-man breathed out a desperate breath, righting himself and hastily signalling a quick thanks to the sniper balancing on the beams; before retracing his steps back into the chaos of raging war. The sniper grinned, laughing childishly for a moment despite the monstrous amount of bloodshed that was unfolding just beyond the fragile safety of the brickwork. However, the momentary expression of joy was swiftly subdued and a cold neutrality reinstated itself on his tanned features; his keen, hawk-like eyes following two figures weaving amongst the barbed barricades, one significantly less intimidating than the other, who wore a silver bandana around his waist. The smaller one was tentative, with a shock of brown hair and a piercing blue gaze that was laced with nervousness and tension; making the hairs on the back of the sniper's neck stand to attention in uniformed rows.

A stranger?

And with a member of the rival gang no less... a devilish grin twisted his naturally innocuous features into a warped, blood-thirsty monster. Then, as soon as it had appeared, the blood-lust left his eyes in a pool of mortality – a flickering fear behind the doors of his mind. And in a flurry of dust and splintering wood, the sniper had leapt from the window and scampered off in search for a certain blue-eyed, pig-man.

I wonder how brave this new-blood is...