Hey, this is my FIRST fan fiction ever in all time. This is a Prologue, not a Preview, told from the antagonists POV the of the story will be mostly protagonist. The main character, Komodo Devious is, as you may have guessed from my user name, my main OC. I come off of the Derek Landy blog where you generally name yourself after one of your main Ocs. Publishing will be irregular but I will try not to accidentally abandon this. The idea came to me after listening to "September" by The living Tombstone and Mic the Microphone.
The Crimson City
Corpses, all over the street. Some are fresh and haven't even started decomposing, some are very old, filled with maggots and gnawed on by rats. The smell of blood is thick in the air. Another day, another rescue squadron. This is my slaughterhouse, kitchen and dining room. I LIVE off the smell of blood and the stench of stomach bile. Rescue squadrons mean they think some are still alive. They try to be stealthy but they can't get past me. They all fall, their bodies ruptured, or sliced to ribbons.
Their guns are useless, and the mages are weak. All the stronger mages and sorcerers know to stay away from here. From Dublin. From the Crimson City. Ha, ha HA haha. This is my Paradise, where I can be free, where I am what I was meant to be. I was created by whatever higher being there is to purge this city of Human life! animals have spread in, so I no longer need to rummage around in abandoned shops for rancid meat. I am a PREDATOR.
Hu-hahaha. Insane? No. I am Pure. I have found my meaning in life. All the others? They are oblivious. They don't know the meaning of their life. Well, I do. The ones who have fallen under my hand, were meant to fall under my hand. And may haps some day, a mage with actual INTELLIGENCE will come along, and be capable of killing me. But they will find my journals, and know not to let this city fall into moral decay once more, for if they do, another like me will be created, and the cycle will start again.
Wait, a sound? Talking? I thought the survivors had more sense than this. They aren't too far away. I could get to them quickly and I wouldn't even need to use magic. Out the window, down the streets, Stop. Listen. In the ally. Listen. In the Skip? It's filled with trash. Silence. The sound of garbage shifting. I tear away at the at the garbage in the skip. Underneath it is a taut canvas tarp, stretched across the skip, holding up the Trash. Clever, but not clever enough. I tear the tarp to shreds and grin down at the 3 trembling teenagers huddled around an electric lantern. One girl, 2 guys. Mortal. More helpless than the squadrons and the agents. Explosions of red mist, flying shreds of skin and futile attempts to scream. Why scream? No one can hear, and no one can help. Idiot lambs to the slaughter. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHA!
Crackles, lightning, electricity, static. What's going on? I hear a crumbling sound of concrete caving in, and my ears are popping. My skull feels like it's in a vice and my ribs are creaking. Bang. I find myself in a rubber room, a cell, with an iron door no tears in the rubber, no dents in the iron. This can't be Dublin, Dublin is in ruin, in purgatory. Where am I?!