Martyr continued walking in the city. The moon barely illuminated the street, which was completely dependent on streetlights. Her black coat and white blouse stood out against this sad backdrop. His gait was reminiscent of an employee going to finish his shift, eager to finish it. And that was partially true.

Walking around at night is not a normal thing for a 16 year old to do, but none of that mattered to him. All that mattered was his goal, something unreal and meaningless like everything else in his life.

A noise could be heard around the buildings, something crying and injured screamed like an animal about to be slaughtered by a soulless and inhuman hunter. This animal was quite large, about twelve feet, but that didn't matter now.

Martyr walked calmly towards the animal, whispering a melody inaudible to most. Upon getting close to the animal, he slowly began to reload his revolver. As he got closer, when the light from the streetlights finally settled down, he got another good look at the animal.

He resembled a human, except that he was twice the height of one. He had an open bullet wound in his back that every slight breeze gave off a lot of pain. A little closer and you could see his young face in desperation to get out of there.

Martyr didn't care about any of that, he simply wanted to eliminate this devilish being in front of him as quickly as possible. Drawing his revolver, he kicked the animal several times until it turned around.

The animal was actually a young man in his 20s. His eyes even closed were red from crying and he looked like he lost some teeth when he fell. The boy managed to force himself to open his eyes and was horrified, but at the same time angry at what he saw.

“How did a Little One like you dare to...”

... he was dead. Mártir shot him in the middle of the forehead. Cleaning his revolver, Martyr got a better look at the body on the ground. He was a Phenomenon, the thing Martyr hated most in the world.

A Phenom was basically a human being, but with alterations, the most common of which was their great height, which made them think they were superior. 80 percent of the world's population were Phenomena. But there were still Phenomena with other alterations, with “powers”.

Martyr took a deep breath, the job is done. He turned and started walking down the street. A wind blew hard in his face and blew his hood away, you could see his red eyes glowing in the moonlight. Brightness from it reminded him to put on his mask. It was a black gas mask, which he carried everywhere, hidden in whatever coat he wore.

Going back to report to Tom, he got a call. He kept looking, but eventually he managed to find his phone, but after seeing who it was, he would rather have lost his phone anyway.

"Edmund, Charles and Dora are sending you over here to fix the attic right away."

Martyr took a deep breath and answered his question calmly, but still with an air of ignorance.

“I'm going as fast as possible.” And he immediately hung up the phone, intending to end this conversation as soon as possible.

He tucked the phone into his left pocket. A habit acquired over the years.

Walking a little further down the dimly lit street, he heard rats coming out of an alley at high speed. Then, he pulled his revolver from his left pocket and aimed it down the alley. This tension ensued until an explosion was heard.

That wasn't right, but Martyr realized that too late. At that time, 2 Phenomena already appeared. The first was a man dressed as if he were going to an important meeting. His face looked about 50 years old, and his eye scar warned anyone that this wasn't the right guy to mess with. The second was a woman, a very beautiful one by the looks of it. Her face looked 17 years old, she was wearing a thin dress that stuck to her skin and had a bluish black color like the night, but she had something else.

There was something about her that messed with her head. He was strangely attracted to her, but before he could think better of it, the two were on top of him.

He hadn't noticed it before, but the man was carrying a crowbar and there was an air of arrogance in his sloppy, slow movements. And he would take great pleasure in breaking that arrogance of yours.

Martyr didn't even feel pity, just a shot in the head of the arrogant man. But that did little to shake the woman who kept coming at him. Now that it was clearer, he saw that she was wearing a Venetian carnival mask.

He took aim at her and fired four shots. She easily dodged them all, which left him dumbfounded. No one had ever dodged one of her shots.

The woman realizing his shock advanced in melee against him. Martyr knew that he was no stronger than that phenomenon. She must have been about 6 meters (the biggest phenomenon he had ever seen in his life). He then realized that he had to avoid a melee with her as much as possible, so he did the only thing he could do.

He pulled a knife from his pocket, but before he could do so, she punched him in the face so hard that she threw him across the street. The fog seemed to intensify more at that moment.

The punch hit him squarely, leaving his face bloodied. But that wasn't enough to finish him off. That punch would normally knock out a normal human, but not him. He then slowly rose to his feet with formidable will.

The woman swore she had knocked him out, but when she saw him get up, she was stunned. No one had ever gotten up from a punch from her. But as she took a closer look at the bloodied face of the man she had just punched, she saw his eyes, his blood red eyes staring back at her. But he had something else.

Martyr still had trouble breathing, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was the target in front of him. His eyes brimmed with an almost inhuman rage.

Mártir finally managed to hold his knife, his revolver was too far from him for him to be able to pick it up without being attacked. The woman looked confident, but inside she was nervous, she had never seen a normal person like that.

Martyr was still attracted to her, and it only got worse every time she got close to her. It was fixed on his head in an almost supernatural way. She didn't seem to notice it. But instead of him being okay feeling that, it only spurred his hatred at that moment.

He then ran towards her, it would be a stupid thought if he was thinking straight, but now the only important thing for Martyr was the woman in front of him that made him arouse so much hatred. Taking the knife from him, he tried to cut the woman who was faster and dodged.

She was pretty fast for a Phenomenon, but that didn't matter right now. Mártir got a space and gave the woman a flying kick. This made her stagger, and he took this opportunity to land a kick to her right leg, which knocked her to the ground.

The woman couldn't believe that a Small One had knocked her down, it embarrassed her so much that she wanted to scream. But that soon ended when she and Mártir heard police sirens.

Mártir at first was surprised, but realized that a bank had been robbed moments before, so the police were natural to be there. But when he turned to flee he was knocked out.

Waking up with a good headache, Martyr still needed to rummage over his memories of last night to understand what happened. Looking around, he saw gray walls with bars. Looking down at his leg, he saw that it was attached to something. Looking closer, he saw that he was pinned by his leg to the floor.

He was in jail, that bitch had knocked him out and locked him up here. And that wasn't even the worst thing, worst of all was that every time he closed his eyes he saw the girl from the night before, and it made him boil with rage. But now was not the time to be angry, he needed to know how he could get out of here.

"We haven't seen each other in a while... Edmund."

Martyr looked to the side and saw a small, human figure in tight dark blue clothing. She looked to be between the ages of 16 and 17.

"Haven't seen each other in a while, Rita."

Mártir didn't expect to meet Rita in jail, but he couldn't be so surprised, since they haven't seen each other since they were 8 years old, and even then she hasn't changed much.

It was supposed to be a happy reunion, but Rita knew Edmund well enough to know that happy wasn't in her vocabulary, or she thought she did.

She'll remember a friendless Edmund who seemed always angry, much of it sounded the same, but there was something more. Something confusing, mysterious and sinister that came from within him. She then wondered what had happened to him over the years.

“How did you get a job like that as a Small?”

Martyr said, breaking the silence. His voice clearly showed his displeasure with the future response.

“I met a friend who managed to roll out this vacancy for me as a guard.”

Deep down she knew it was best not to have answered, but she was anxious to see what would happen.

Martyr of a long sigh as he tried to keep his anger to himself (failing in the process). There was no way a Little One could have gotten this job the traditional way, so she had to ask for help. And the only possible help would be that of a Phenomenon.

“You joined them!?”

Martyr didn't scream, but he spoke so intensely that it really didn't matter if she screamed or not. That thought alone made him tremble with rage, but he couldn't lose control, not yet.

"What do you mean?"

She was startled by this sudden change in tone, she hadn't expected it from him. It seems that something had changed in him in those years when they didn't see each other.

"Don't play dumb, speak the truth."

Martyr still spoke calmly, but he still intimidated her. Her tone, her gaze as she spoke highlighting her red eyes all just made him more terrifying.

But Martyr realized that this was not the best time for this discussion, as long as he wanted to get out of there. Rita was a golden chance, so he couldn't treat her badly.

  Then, perfectly feigning regret, he lowered his head and finally said:

“I'm sorry…Rita. Since yesterday I have been feeling really bad.”

That was a partial lie, where he expected her to land. And looking at Rita's facial expression, it apparently worked.

Rita was trying to keep a poker face, but it wasn't working. Instead, she's had a flea behind her ear since he arrived in jail.

“Who was the woman who helped you?”

He looked into her eyes doubtfully. “What do you mean the woman who helped me?” He thought. But on second thought, she must have been talking about the woman who had messed with his head and probably knocked him out the night before.

That beautiful woman with the black hair that spilled out from her Venetian mask, wearing that thin dress that clung to her skin that was blue as the night. She was the tallest person he had ever seen, not even the man next to her could compare (patting her belly).

But that didn't change the preternatural hatred he felt for her. He didn't understand why, but it seemed like he had never felt this feeling before. But he was getting too far away from the question, and seeing Rita waiting, he thought it best to answer.

“She didn't help me.”

Even trying his best, he only managed to sound like someone somber. But Rita seemed to be a little offended by this, but she decided not to show it (although it was noticeable). She hadn't expected him to talk to her like that, but she hadn't expected him to be there either.

“The officers reported that they saw a Phenomenon carefully lowering you to the ground and then taking a bag full of what looked like money, by the looks of it she was helping you until the police showed up.” Rita said in a dismissive tone. “If I were you, I would betray the identity of your partner to try to get released...”

“SHE IS NOT… MY PARTNER!”

Martyr shouted this from the bottom of his heart. This scream was so intimidating that it made all the police present in the jail rush to the scene.

Arriving there, they expected to find a Phenomenon screaming at a Small, but that didn't happen. What they actually found was a Little One bullying another Little One as if he were a Phenomenon. The tension was visible, even to the Phenomena.

“Hello, police officers, Rita here has already checked my case and agreed with me that I have no reason to stay here.”

At that moment, all tension was broken and laughter could only be heard coming from everywhere. All the cops seemed to think this was all one big joke, serious though it was.

This served to relieve Rita a little, who with her laughter managed to calm down a little in front of Edmund, but the opposite was true for him. He was irate, the Phenomenals always saw the Little Ones like that, as if they were inferior just because they were smaller. And every time he thought about it, more anger built up inside him.He wanted to kill everyone in the room right now and set this place on fire, but he knew that wasn't possible. He had to play by the game whether he wanted to or not.

“I think this Dwarf deserves a dose of awareness, don't you, Rita?” Said one of the police officers almost spitting in his face as he walked towards Rita.

Moving closer, she got a better look at the policeman. Her face clearly showed superiority, which along with her aggressive manner, intimidated Rita. The cop moved closer to her, his head bumping into her upper thigh. The policeman crouched down and said calmly.

"After him, it's your turn."

The policeman then took the keys to Mártir's saddle while he took the opportunity and rubbed his hand on Rita's breasts, as a way of humiliating her. Rita flinched at that, she had gotten used to it a long time ago, but it still left her feeling very humiliated.

The policeman was laughing while the others just smiled at what was going to happen. He crouched down and opened the “little” saddle. He slouched over to Martyr, and after freeing him from his chain, he picked him up by the foot and carried him into the men's room with him.

The policeman took him into the bathroom, which was actually a bathroom. The bathroom had only half a mirror intact, the walls were peeling and the ceiling was dimly lit. But the worst were the cabins, small and rotten.

"Now, we'll see how tight you are."

When the policeman was about to take off his clothes, looking him in the eyes as if he were just a sex toy, Mártir managed to punch him full in the face, which caused him to be released.

The policeman had a bloody nose and a face of surprise mixed with hate. He got to his feet with some difficulty, but ready for a fight.

“You little shit, you think I won't do anything to you?! I'm going to pop your asshole and make sure you never walk again!"

Martyr saw the hatred in their eyes, and that made him happy. He would make him feel more pain than he will ever feel in his life, he would break all his bones, starting with his leg.

He knew he wouldn't win in melee, so he had to be smart. The policeman seemed possessed as he ran towards Mártir. When he was about to kick him, Mártir jumped to the side and volleyed with all his strength into the policeman's supporting leg, which landed face-first in the sink.

The sound of his teeth breaking on impact echoed throughout the bathroom, and he doubted anyone outside would have heard. The policeman was crying now, very weakly, but he was. This made Martyr happier, a being so big and strong crying before a being they considered inferior was very pleasurable for him. He then pulled the officer to the ground, and the noise again was very loud.

Finally on the ground, the policeman began to cry more desperately.

“Please... please, it was just a misunderstanding, I know you Dwarves...”

When he heard that the policeman called him a Dwarf, his anger boiled over. Then before the cop could get up, he kicked him in the neck with all his might, making him fall back to the ground gasping for air.

  Even on the ground, Martyr continued to kick his neck desperately. He kicked, and kicked, and kicked so hard that he started to cramp, but who cares. All that mattered was this Phenomenon learning its place at the base of the ass. He kept kicking until he was able to partially calm down from his anger.

Taking a closer look at the policeman's body, he saw that he wasn't breathing anymore. Not that Mártir cared much, it wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. He then saw that a commotion was building outside the bathroom. Realizing that the sight of a Phenomenon lying dead on the floor didn't look good (at least to everyone other than him), he quickly tried to find some way out of that disgusting bathroom.

He stared at the bathroom for a while until he heard the policemen outside knocking on the bathroom door, he didn't have any more time.

Police officers broke down the door after hearing screams from inside the bathroom. But they stopped when they saw the body of the dead policeman full of bruises on his neck.

Another officer quickly went to check his pulse.

"He... he's dead."

This news shook everyone in the room, how could a Phenomenon killed by Small like that? This was against their logic. But taking a closer look at the bathroom, he saw a small broken window with a little blood in its shards.

Then, feeling a wave of hatred, a policeman still couldn't assimilate that as the work of a Pequeno. Gathering all his anger, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

“FUCKING DWAAAAAAARF!!!”

Walking down the street, he saw that it was already morning, so he was in a lot of trouble. He needed to run fast.

Someone from afar would only see a boy all dirty and hurt running desperate. And that lasted 30 minutes, when Mártir finally arrived at a large, modern house with a high white wall separating them.

But he knew how to get in without having the key (which he had left at the police station with his things). He ran around the wall and jumped into a tall tree beside it. Climbing the tree, he quickly arrived at its crown which coincidentally coincided with an open window.

He jumped out of the pantry and landed on a small bed (for the Phenomena, it was just a normal bed for him.) He then lay down and stared at his room, his room. It was a normal teenager's room, with posters and a computer on a small table, with everything made for him. And honestly, he thought it all sucked.

All these unnecessary and futile things of no real importance in life made him uncomfortable. He hadn't asked for any of these, and yet he had them. He thought whenever he saw them that it was better to have donated all the money used for it, but he never expressed it.

Mártir has been an orphan for as long as he can remember as a person, his parents died in an attack against Pequenos. Because of this, he grew up with a scalding anger towards Phenomena. Everything they were, did, believed, it was just rubbish to him.

But, by coincidence of fate, he was adopted by a family of Phenomena, all the best, right?

“A, you came back.”

Mártir olhou ao virar da esquina para ver seu irmão de 12 anos parado na porta. Sua voz zombeteira havia deixado clara sua presença. Tinha cabelos desgrenhados, pijamas escuros e olhos verdes que naquele momento o olhavam com indiferença. Ele era muito parecido com Martyr, a Small who came from an orphanage and lived against his will with an absent father and mother who didn't even want to have them.

"You're lucky our guardians thought you were in the bathroom and went to sleep."

“Noah, you didn't have football? I think you better hurry up and get out of here.”

Noah was always like that, stubborn and defiant, so much so that he even refused to say parents instead of legal guardians, because as far as he knew, his real parents were dead. Turning to leave with a frown on his face, he took one last look at Martyr.

“By the way, I have a game in 2 weeks, I don't want to see you there, but if you want to go...”

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Walking at night was considered practically suicide for a Little One, but Martyr couldn't ignore it any longer. All the news he heard about Little Ones who walked alone at night and were killed, but it all fell on deaf ears.

Mártir had a black coat and black shirt that brought a gothic aura to him, but he was saved by white sneakers and a white collar. He walked as if in a hurry, with a strong foot and looked askance at anything that moved.

He was on a block in a ghost town. Hardly anyone lived or came here, which also made the area very dangerous. There were no police around and lots of buildings, factories and vacant lots, all good hiding places.

Mártir now found himself walking towards an old explosives factory that had been deactivated for 20 years. It was more like a tall, long metal rectangle with a few machines still inside. The truth was that most of the machines were either dismantled and rebuilt or scrapped.

Coming closer to the front door, he could see a male figure wearing dirty rags and smoking rocks in a patched-up window. The figure, even on the ground, was almost as tall as Martyr, but that didn't deter him. She also had a long, unkempt beard that partially hid her rotten teeth.

"I was waiting for you"

As he spoke, even from afar, Martyr felt his rotten breath that made his eyes sting as the smoke billowed out. Mártir waited for the man to get up, he was wearing large clothes that did not completely cover him, revealing a knife he was carrying.

The man pushed the metal door with difficulty and managed to enter. Martyr was always amazed by these Phenomena displays of strength, it would be impossible for a normal Small to accomplish such a feat, but if there was one thing about Martyr, it was that he wasn't normal.

Walking through the door, it was possible to see several Phenomena and Minors working together as if they were really in a factory. Smalls did more detailed and precise functions, while Phenomena did the hard work. This was an example of cooperativism in normal work. But all of this wasn't just a facade to hide people's attention from what they were working on. Its main task was to produce, alter, disassemble and customize firearms. But Martyr was not involved in this.

"Trafficking is always at 100%, I wonder if one day an official will pick up these weapons and try our lives."

Next to a metal door in the corner of the factory stood a 19-year-old man and woman. The man who had just spoken had a black suit that matched his straight hair parted in the middle, he had a cocky smile on his face. Unlike his sister, he also wore a suit and had straight, chest-length hair. His face was more professional and he had a very small suitcase clutched to his chest by the arm.

When she made eye contact with Martyr, she quickly straightened her posture further to carry herself more confidently and knelt beside him. Even kneeling, she had a good foot on him, but it felt the other way around.

"Tom told me to give you this." She said in a slightly embarrassed tone, but doing a great job of hiding it.

The briefcase that was small for her (she needed a hand to carry it) was huge for him, but he couldn't care less about that now.

Upon opening the case, he saw a black 8-shot revolver that fit perfectly in her hand. The revolver had the name "Martyr" written on it. The revolver was loaded and there were 5 more bullets on the other side of the suitcase.

He then picked up the revolver and began to look more closely. Noticing that the handle had small gold lines that adorned the weapon. Something about the revolver was familiar to him, he thought it was shaped so much like the old one.

"Too handsome for a dwarf hahahahaha!"

The dirty man with the rotten teeth was laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. But it was just him, the girl looked at him perplexed, how could she make such a joke in front of the Martyr.

She was about to react and report to Tom when Martyr picked up the gun and began to stare down the barrel of the revolver with great temptation. He turned to one of the employees and took aim, shortly after shooting the employee's cap, who continued working as if nothing had happened. The cap slowly dropped into a newly crafted weapons crate. And as if nothing had happened, they took the weapons to another location to be registered.

The man was still laughing, but the other two didn't even dare. It would be comical for many to see this scene, a man laughing at a man half his height with two others completely intimidated by him. Even though he knew he physically didn't stand a chance against them, this little guy managed to bring tension to the air like no one they knew.

Mártir put the gun in his pocket and turned towards the door, walking slowly until he almost touched it. He looks at it for a few seconds, like he's mulling something over.

"Meta and Nevez, please open this door, if you haven't noticed, I should be inside by now."

When everyone passed through the door and only the man was missing, Mártir stopped, looked into his eyes with a deep contempt, leaving the man a little distressed.

When everyone had passed the door and only the man was missing, Mártir stopped, looked into his eyes with a deep contempt, leaving the man a little distressed.

“You stay there, I’ll summarize the conversation for you later.”

Meta and Nevez knew very well what was going to happen, but the man seemed to understand only superficially their words, deciding to sit in a corner and go back to smoking while the others went deeper into the metal door.

Going down the stairs after the metal door, Martyr walked calmly, yet he didn't lose his posture for even a second. His eyes seemed focused on just one thing, but even he didn't know what it was. All he felt now was rage, rage at the joke he would suffer from the man, but also rage at having done nothing, and that had to change.

Further back, Meta and Nevez gave Mártir enough space to talk in peace.

“Meta, I don't understand this kid. He is younger than us, smaller than us and much weaker than us. How is he technically above us?!”

Even though he looked like he wasn't, he was a little tense saying it, but he didn't let it show in his voice as he whispered. From time to time, he looked to the side to make sure he wasn't listening.

"Maybe it's because he does a better job than we do."

She still maintained her formal gait and manner as she spoke, just in case keeping her gait strong to muffle her conversation, something her brother was quick to copy.

“Example, he broke the record for “greatest number of deaths in 1 year” in 3 months.”

“Okay, okay. It went badly. I forgot he was that badass for a Little One.”

Neve said in a sarcastic, apologetic tone. Meta didn't understand how her brother's mind worked. It was clear that Martyr was light years away from them, yet Neve still belittled him as if his deeds were ignorant. She knew her brother had a lot of respect for him, but sometimes it seemed like he forgot who he was.

“But you know, he might as well stop calling us by our names, we do that to him.”

But Martyr wasn't even trying to pay attention to this conversation, something wasn't right. “Why would he give me a revolver?” Maybe Tom was simply just being nice to him, but that probably wasn't it. And he still had his younger brother to deal with. Since classes had just started, he was having to study a lot, and it didn't help that his little brother got into a lot of trouble.

While he was thinking, Martyr came to a corridor. Next to a door, Meta and Nevez were on either side of it. The door barely reached their navels, which was extremely comical. Looking down the hall, he saw a bunch of railings next to a danger sign. He always wanted to know what that was.

When spotted, Meta calmly took a key from his uniform pocket and offered it to Martyr, who took it without even looking him in the eye. Without even looking back, Mártir unlocked the door and entered, locking it internally.

Meta was used to being treated like this, but it always made her a little sad. She faltered her facial expression for a brief second making it noticeable to her brother, who obviously decided to piss her off for it.

"Seriously, I don't understand how you can like him."