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Hi there!, sorry for the lack of updates! I've been working on an acctual novel for once, so I havent been working on fics! Well, no one acctually read them anyway. Ah well. On a different note, a bit about this fic. I am unofficially semi-adopting the story "Metropolis Heroes Rising" from Tazormon's Partner. The guy/girl hasnt written me back, so I'm going to relable it as Metropolis Heroes Fallen and tell it from the perspective of a new character Mica Lonnell Echo. The story will cross back and forth with many subplots. Mica's history, the Tima-Kenichi relationship, the mysterious stranger trying to kill the two, and the conflict with Atlas. So here is chapter one.

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He watched them. Closely. The young couple made their way from Namid's hut. He trailed them with his eyes. Closely. The boy with the green hair carrying the brown bags and a small box of junk, the girl with the blond hair carrying more parts and cases full of noodles, just strolling along without the knowledge they were being watched. Mica lowered his binoculars and took a heavy breath. His spot on the ceiling was supreme for scoping out the underground market. And he found just the two people he was looking for. The kids had tried to blend in, he noticed, and did a pretty good job too. Only he noticed them, but for the simple reason he was looking for them specifically. They blended in like most of the other shady characters in the mass of people. That, though, was their one mistake.

He knew all about the incident at the ziggurat. How that girl, due to the corrupted minds of Duke Red and Rock, had destroyed Metropolis. He griped the binoculars tighter with his lowered right hand, almost breaking the tubular viewing port. The explosion had ruined his life. It had killed his entire family in the Upper Zone. And the only reason he survived was because of some goddamn deus ex machina. I'll have to thank that little bastard for the present he left. He thought to himself, looking at his right arm.

"Echo, Echo, are you their Echo?"

Mica looked at the radio in his belt. He holstered the binoculars and picked up the small device, holding it to his ear.

"Mica here, what do you need boss?" Mica responded to the annoying call.

"Have you found the two yet?" Asked the radio voice.

"Not yet" Echo lied.

"Well find them soon. I don't have much time." The voice said, clicking into static. Mica shook his head. He dropped ten feet to the rooftop below his perch. He looked around the vast market place and decided to walk in the direction of where the couple had gone. He jumped down from rooftop to rooftop till he was at ground floor. His descent took less than thirty seconds, within that time no one saw him as he got closer to the earth. He landed in an alleyway, out of sight. He supported his back against the wall of the ally and checked his weapons. At his left side was an automatic SMG, clip fed in front of the trigger. Then he checked his other weapon. It was a complex looking 9mm with detachable parts. The parts could be swapped out for longer barrels, larger clips, and even butts. All of these attachments were kept in his back pack, all arranged so he could just reach back and grab a modifier with ease. He checked his clips, noting the thirty rounds in each of the five clips for the SMG and ten rounds in the seven clips for the 9 mil.

He slammed fresh clips into the guns, refreshing their ammo supply. He harnessed the guns to his belt and began to walk. He felt his cape-like cloak float in the wind. His red, spiky hair moved freely in the breeze. He made a slight twitching move, negating the effect of the wind and covering his arms in his cloak. He walked silently, following the two young teenagers. He needed to warn them. Warn them that someone wanted them dead. Tell them to watch their backs. But he had a slight problem. He needed to get out of the market. The only problem is that the guards didn't like his kind. Nor did anyone else, but guards had almost a personal vendetta against him and his fellow bounty hunters. He reached the gates to the market, lost in thought of how to contact the two teens. He was suddenly stopped by a hand. His thought process shut down and he refocused on reality.

"Papers?" The gate guard asked. Mica looked around, noting that there were five guards, all of which seemed rather displeased.

"I wasn't aware that we needed papers to get in now." Mica said, trying to milk sarcasm out of his voice.

"New rule, so let's see 'em!" The guard ordered. Mica just stood there.

"No." The guards smiled, Mica's face turned blank. They wanted a fight and they were going to get one. There was a split-second pause in sound, enough to hear a pin drop. The five guards reached for their side arms, but three of them fell, bullet holes lining their bodies. Mica was a blur, moving too fast for the guards to comprehend. One guard managed to unleash his gun and fire off two rounds. Mica swiftly avoided the projectiles, seemingly vanishing into thin air, only to reappear a few feet away and a few feet closer to the guard. The guard slipped, dropping to one knee. He looked up and aimed as Mica appeared before him. Mica aimed for the man's temple and pulled the trigger. The other guard pulled a jackknife from his boot and ran at Mica, ready to stab. The man shoved the blade forward as Mica dropped his guns and raised his left hand. The knife went into the palm of Mica's hand, imbedding itself only a centimeter into solid steel. Mica quickly balled his hand into a fist, grasping the knife between his middle and ring finger. He twisted his hand, snapping the blade like a twig. He raised his other hand and punched the man square in the nose, crushing the skull. The man collapsed to the ground silently.

Mica pulled the remainder of the knife from his robotic left arm. His robotic right arm plucked the metal shard out with ease. The guards did not know their adversary and that is why they lost. He strode up to the gate, grabbed the rings of metal, and yanked the gate off its track. He strolled through, hoping to locate the two young teens whom needed to be warned.

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So? How was it? I know it was short but i wanted to shorten it for reading pleasure. Hope you enjoy the new story!

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