Gotham: The Awakening
Prologue
Chigago. 11:00 pm
This story begins as all dark stories do. With a dark stormy night. It rained heavily on a quaint small house. Heather Mason sat on the couch sighing. "Jeremy we have to leave. They've found us again!" The dark haired man standing in front of her pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew his wife was afraid of The Order but it was 20 years ago! Surely they hadn't chose now? Heather looked like she was about to cry, she had to protect her daughter!
"How do you know they won't find her somewhere?" Jeremy was frustrated, suddenly he heard small footsteps and turned to see the little girl in question standing at the steps of the stairs. Rachel Mason was seven years old with her black hair all in knots and with cute puppy dog pajamas. She was almost the spitting image of her mommy. "Daddy? What's wrong? Why's mommy crying?" She asked in a small voice. Jeremy looked at his daughter sadly. "It's okay baby. It's the bad people mommy's worried about." Rachel was too young to understand what was going on and what happened to Heather. Just then glass shattered, screams and shouts following as Rachel ran up the stairs, she covered her ears as she heard the scary wet noises of the monsters as they attacked her parents. She was hidden in the closet and remained there. The little girl was shaking in terror, her eyes wide as saucers. Before she fell asleep, she saw a smiling black haired woman walk toward her. "Sshh it's alright little girl. You're mommy sent me to protect you." TBC