A Hero Emerges

It had been several days since Steel had escaped the hellish place where he had been forced to work as a slave. He assumed that the explosion had fried the obedience chip implanted in his brain. What he did not know was why he was able to survive such an event that would have incinerated any other man, completely unscathed.  Many questions had haunted the sleepless nights he spent evading the Decimitian patrols that went looking for him. Who was he, what made him so damn special, and why the hell didn't he know. It was during one of these sleepless nights that he saw a fire in the distance. By the time he was able to get close enough the air was filled with an acrid smelling black smoke. He didn't know why but he knew the smell. He advanced upon the source of the smoke to find a small camp burned to the ground, a pile of burning corpses in the middle, Decimitians dancing around it. Five of them had been all it took to decimate several families. Steel couldn't take it anymore. He felt something burning inside him. The only feeling he could remember was fear. Fear of death, fear of capture, fear of punishment. He knew he didn't have time for fear anymore. It would get him nowhere. This new feeling, anger, hatred, he could use that. It drove him to act, however recklessly. He didn't care though. He let out a cry that struck fear into the hearts of the alien raiders who turned just in time to see Steel rushing at them headlong. They reacted too late as Steel tackled the first onto the pile of burning death they had so happily prepared unknowing that they too would burn upon it. He leaped off the pile driving his fingers through the eye of the closest Decimitian. He used the stunned raider as a shield as laser bolts ripped into it's chest. Steel grabbed it's side arm and returned fire with deadly accuracy. Three shots three kills. He threw the dying alien onto the fire the sealing the first's fate. Steel surveyed the landscape and his eyes were greeted by nothing but death. He searched the remaining raiders and got himself weapons and some foul tasting rations. They would have to do. He moved on never looking back with a new purpose in life. He still didn't know what he was but he knew what he could do. He could fight and for now that would have to be good enough.