ACT I: THE TRAGEDY OF LUCK
THUD! SPLISH! THUD! SPLASH!
Heavy footsteps hurried through the dark, wet alleys of Rome. A figure rounded the corner in haste, trying desperately to lose its predator.
Crick! Crackle! Crick!
Weak magic sparks from its bracelet. The single pendant glowed in an alarming shade of red. The figure grasped it tightly against its chest, hoping and praying that it would work again. However, its partner failed to hear as its form and consciousness fall prey to an enticing, deep sleep.
A voice as soft as silk whispered at the figure's ear. "Still trying to call for your kwami, my dear?"
The figure froze in utter fear and shock.
"If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time. After all," It chuckled, tracing its fingernail lightly on its prey's cheek. "He has gone to somewhere you will never find him."
"How dare you!" The figure swiveled around, aiming to lunge at its predator. However, it only managed to grab nothing but air.
The shadows twisted and twirled against the walls."You so-called superheroes amuse me a lot, you know? Solving crimes. Saving people. Fighting for justice. Each an interesting day full of danger."
"Why are you doing this? You're one of us!"
The shadows quivered in amusement. "One of you? Hmmm...am I? I'm afraid I don't remember. Perhaps you should do the honor to enlighten me?"
"You-!"
The shadows folded into a form of a person. "A traitor?" It sneered. "Yes. Yes, I am. However, I am not a fool like you and the others."
"You will not succeed! The others will know! They will stop you!"
The shadow rose high. It smiled. A large, upward, crescent gap opening on the lower part of its head. "Let them try." It hummed. "But in the end, I, the greatest, shall prevail."
With that the shadow lunged and drowned a frightful scream in the night.