Next Generation Kyrat

Prologue

The bright blue sky above the roaring bus seemed to have been painted. For it held no clouds only the bright yellow sun. However the sun gave off no warmth, proven by Evan sneezing for, what felt like the billionth time.

"You should've worn a better jacket." His guide, Luke, mumbled.

"Well I was in a rush, so I grabbed what I could and left." Evan mumbled back hugging his backpack close to him.

Silence resumed between the two as the bus continued moving. Evan reached into his pocket pulling out the now worn out letter. He had received it a day ago and now here he was. In a country he had only ever heard his father speak of. Kyrat the land of hope, even with the ongoing war. Evan opened the letter for the fourth time that day.

"Evan Fong we need your help. Please come to Kyrat to help us fight the good fight.

-David Walt"

The words vibrated through his head as he examined the letter. His gloved hands traced the drawings on the paper while the bus below him jumped and squeaked. Then everything came to a sudden hault. Evan folded the letter with haste before turning to see Luke pulling passports out of his pocket. The whole time cursing like he belonged on the seven seas.

A man in a green uniform boarded the bus with a sly smirk. The bus driver raised his hands and walked off the bus followed by the man. Evan and Luke turned and looked out the window. The man seemed to be screaming and holding his hand out waiting for something. The bus driver reached into his pocket and handed the man a peice of paper.

"What's happening?" Evan questioned as fear crept up his throat.

Luke shushed Evan before turning to continue watching the scene before them. One of the men had picked up a stick and began poking at the underside of the bus. The man called the attention of the other man and dropped the stick. Luke cursed as three of the passengers on the bus pulled out guns and excited the bus.

Evan watched blood spread onto the dirt floor before the men in green and the people in blue. The man who once sported a sly smirk turned and met eyes with Evan.

"SHOOT THE BUS!" The man's words froze Evan's blood.

Luke gripped Evan's arm and shoved him to the floor right before the men in green shot at them. Luke pointed to the back of the bus. Evan crawled to the exit and pushed it open falling out with a groan. Luke followed, but he stood faster and from there proceeded to help Evan. Evan stood wobbling from the daze he was in.

Evan froze when he heard guns being loaded. A harsh voice reached his ears. "GET ON THE FLOOR!"

Evan watched as Luke planted himself to the floor. Evan turned back to the men before following his guide's action. Evan distracted by keeping his life hadn't noticed a black helicopter landing beside the bus. The men lined up beside each other, hands to their sides, and sweat dripping down their faces.

Evan stared at the dirt floor beneath him, afraid to look up. Finally he heard the helicopters propellers seize their relentless noises. Instead a new sound, or voice, assaulted his ears. A loud Irish voice. Evan looked up and was met with bright green hair.

"Now say again what exactly were my directions?" The man who seemed to be in his mid-thirties said with a smile. The smile however didn't reach his eyes.

The man who first entered the bus was sweating and beginning to cry. "Y-you said to stop the bus. Not shoot the bus." The man finally said.

The man with green hair cheered. "He can repeat! But he just can't fucking," He whipped out a knife. "LISTEN!" The man's throat was slashed with ease.

Evan could feel bile rise up into his throat as the man fell before him. Evan stared with horror at the now deceased man before him.

The man with green hair sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Evan looked at him only to see the man freeze and smile.

"At least not everything went to shit. Stand up my boy!" The man reached out and helped Evan stand with ease.

"Those eyes. I recognize them anywhere. Your Mark's son. Evan Fong." The man said the smile finally reaching his eyes.

Evan flinched when the man pulled him into a hug. "Theres a party waiting for you at home my boy." The man said gleefully before turning to Luke.

"Will this bearded hobo be your plus one? Fantastic!"

Evan watched as the soldiers put a bag over Luke's head and forced him into the helicopter. Evan reached out only for the green haired man to pull him to his side.

"I apologize for all this...inconvenience my boy. But don't worry everything will be fine now! Before we go I want a photo to remember this moment."

The man pulled out a camera and pulled Evan closer. Evan looked at the man before looking back at the camera. Fear and questions clear as day on his unusually pale face.

"Now my boy." The man said as he pocketed the camera.

"It's time to fuck shit UP!" The man yelled as the bus behind Evan caught on fire.

The last thing Evan saw before a bag was placed over his head was the ashes of the fire. The bright blue sky. And the green haired man's grin.