This sounds pretty damn awesome, I'll join. Name is I-C-U, hyphens are negotiable. Stands for International Control Unit. An old squad I was captain of, that made me do unspeakable horrors. During an unusually cruel mission, where a small town was beggining to rebel. We had to line up the children and shoot them, burn the crops of the farms and anything that gave any thought agaisnt the ruling country was destroyed in a huge fire placed in the middle of the town, as a sign of power. I had enough of what I did then, I just wanted out, but it wasn't just as easy as walking out. I knew to many secrets about everything, I wouldn't be able to just walk away. Over the coming months, more soul crushing missions, it was during a raid on a hospital that I decided to just quit. Being the captain, I was able to pull some soldiers on my side, we began to escape the hospital, killing a few of my former friends a long the way. We finally made out of the hospital only to encounter the police of the country I once served. It was like they just know when someone decides to rebel, it turns out I was already on heavy watch due to very small signals I gave off, lack of confidence during missions, increased mercy and a lower kill count. My friends were killed, shot down infront of me without so much as a warning. I was surrounded at gun point and I knew there was no way out. Instead of killing me, they arrested me and stripped me of my captain rank and placed me in a rehabilitation centre. Tortured by the leader I once served, he took an unusual interest in me, saying it was important they got me back to the ideals of his nation. After a year of torture, I still showed signs of a rebel, they grew weary of trying. My execution was set, I was to be shot in non vital places, such as the kneecaps and legs, and then placed on a stake, and burned as a warning to all who try to rebel. I will hand it to them, being to one of those executions really makes you fear them, and to them, fear is their rule. It was the day of my execution, the guards entered my cell, I was praying, like any use that had. God ignored my soul a long time ago. They picked me up and cuffed me, I was then led to the execution grounds. The guard dragging me said "Hey captain, remember me?" The voice haunted me a little "F-Fr-Frederick?" He laughed at my stutter "Yes captain, the one and only" I was shocked "Why are you here!?" He went silent for a few seconds, maybe even a minute. "Cause of you. You see, when you got arrested for rebelling. The entire ICU was disbanded, and everyone was arrested for connections with you. FOR MONTHS we were all tortured, and we had nothing to do with your little plot to escape the government. A few of us died during the torture, some commited suicide. They even got our families! You were only given special treatment due to your importance and skill that was very useful to the governemnt, but us low levels, we were tortured to the full extent, and the only thing thats going to make me feel less bitter is the fact that your about to die." And with that, I was dead, emotionally speaking. I was the reason that my own former friends were killed and tortured. We arrived at the gates of the prison, leading to the courtyayd. The guard at the door asked "Who is this?" Frederick replied "Prisoner #5104" The guard pulled out a small checkboard and looked over it, "Can I get a name?". Frederick paused for a moment, "Yeah sure, his name is -" Suddenly a tremor rumbled across the prison, shaking the foundations and even causing some of the lights to turn off. Before any of us could even react to the tremor, an explosion down the corridor, the door was breached and a few soldiers appeared through the smoke. Frederick couldn''t reach for his gun in time and he was shot. The guard at the door however was able to pull out a pistol and shoot of a few rounds before being gunned down, he hit none of them. I was on the floor, dead inside and nothing to live for, maybe they'll kill me too. They came over to my body, I could hear one say "This is the one! It's him! It's him!" I was picked up and they ran with my body through the breach they just caused. We were out of the prison within minutes, running across another courtyard to the fences of the prison. When suddenly a gunshot was heard, all I felt was pain, and then it was all black, I saw nothing. The blackness felt like eternity, it was a torture in its own right, but then, voices. They sounded a bit muzzled, but I could make them out slightly. A small beeping was in the background. I couldn' t understand what was going on. Suddenly the beeping turned into a long drawn out hum, the voices got more loud, but for some reason I felt like I was slipping away. I was about to slip away from existance, and all the burdens it has brought me, when I was suddenly awoken quickly. It came as a shock to me and I was breathless for a while, sat upright on an operating table. The Doctors looked scared for a second, and then one removed his gloves and said "Operation successful". I was to fatigued to stay up and ask what operation, I collapsed back down and slept. I awoke to a man talking about something called the Naptan movement, but instead of listening, it came quickly apparent to me, most of my memories were gone. Not all, I had a few bits of my memories left, but any memory of happiness I had is gone, I can't even remember what happy is. All I am felt with is rage, all I can remember is hate, and all I can remember is him and how much I want him dead. I was so inspired when suddenly *BUMP* I was out cold, again. I awoke in the sewers with some unfamiliar faces, my head hurts and I'm just a man of hatred. And thus begins my journey to kill.