A/N Authors Notes
I decided to try and write two full length chapter stories. I hope this is up to standard
Prologue: A Tragic Beginning
They say your entire life flashes before your eyes when you start to die. Well, I'm here to say that that's 100% true.
There are a lot of things that will turn a person to a life of bloodshed, corruption & darkness. Some turn for power and wealth, tempted by greed and envy. Others are forced to turn to survive, trying to run from the horrific pain & torturous misery that haunts their existence as long as they draw breath. The people that will do anything to live, to forget, to forgive.
That kind of person is me. Because of my mistakes, I am cursed to bear the weight of my choices.
Now where do I begin? I guess from the start...
Technically I came from a rich family, The Argetum's, but I was put up for adoption with nothing, not even a name, the minute I was born (I can't say I knew them, but yeah I fucking hate them). Nobody came for me, nobody wanted me, nobody cared about me... All I wanted was freedom. I was soon granted that when an elderly couple named Adam & Brionna gave me a home. They were poor and not living well, but I tried to do everything I could to help them. They lived just outside Westopolis. Adam was a plumber & Brionna was a gardener. I went to Westopolis Primary School, I was a top student, getting "A's" in every class (especially gym, science, civics & math). My life was amazing for a once poor foster child, I had a family, friends, warm food and an education, it was all perfect. But they say good things don't last long.
One day as I was walking home from a quick session of Extreme Gearing with my friends, just a normal stroll down the street, saying hi to all the neighbours, but all the neighbours were nowhere in sight, weird... I went to put the key in the door to enter my house, but the door opened at my touch, again weird. Then I walked up the rickety stairs, up to my parents room. I opened the door and was confronted by my fathers corpse hanging by his neck with wings engraved into his forehead and his eyes gouged out by these organic, metallic spikes (keeping in mind I was 9 at the time, so this is serious traumatic shit). I then walked into wardrobe and found my mum skinned and lying there on the floor like a rag doll while her skin was hung up like a jumpsuit, there was a white rose with them, I dont know why, there just was. I started crying my eyes out, hugging my dead parents and trying not to think negative thoughts, but I couldn't. I thought to myself 'this would never of happened if I was home earlier instead if trying to make some money in an extreme gear race. I wasn't going to go back to a foster home, so I did what any other kid my age would have done, I ran, nowhere in particular, I just ran.
At first I was scared, being on my own on the streets, completely defenceless, but I wasn't for long. I trained myself to be at my top physical potential. By the end of it I was bench-pressing 120kg weights, running mini-marathons all the time & owning streets fights without breaking a sweat. I also taught myself how to use different types of swords from dual swords to two-handed swords with sticks (you can't say you never used a stick as a sword). I was not loved, but I was feared. I soon made friends with a person named Blaze. She was an awesome girl, she tried to ask me out, but I said no. I'm not that type of guy. She ran away from home because her father was an abusive piece of scum. She couldn't take the abuse so she hit the streets. We train, fight, race & everything else together. We were like siblings.
One day, on my 12 birthday, while I was doing my 200 push-ups, a man calling himself "The Marshall" offered me a "shady job". Being 12 & homeless I took the job without a second thought, but I told him that I wouldn't take the job unless Blaze could join to, so he let her join as well (little did I know that this job will change our lives forever). When "The Marshall" said a shady job he meant for me to become an assassin. He said that my skills were a little less than extraordinary for a child of my size, age & background, but he said that I could be better. So for the next 6 years, I was "The Marshall's" right-hand assassin, doing anything that he told me to do, I've seen things that could haunt you for the rest of your existence. Blaze, amazingly, was really good, she was in the A Class of the assassin ladder, I was ranked XX Class. Your class represents what level assassin you are and each class is 2 times as powerful as the previous class. So a C class would be twice as powerful as a D class, but a XX class would be 32 times better than a D class. I was the only one in the XX Class (yeah bitches, I was the best). Assassins work in teams incase one assassin is killed, discovered or captured, their there to finish the job. My partner was none other than Blaze, she was the best in the AA Class, a perfect choice. Life was... Umm, interesting.
One day though, "The Marshall" asked me to trial an experiment that could mean a new generation of assassins, naturally I accepted. The tests were rigorous and challenging, but in the end I gained psionic powers, teleportation, regenerative healing & heightened senses. But that's not all, I gained another half of me. The tests had split me into two mental halfs; a calm, intelligent, naive, loyal, play-it-by-the-rules guy and a violent, arrogant, complex, hot-blooded playboy. He soon named himself Revlis, I don't know why, but it does sound cool. I voiced my disgust with "The Marshall", telling him that he had no right in doing this to me. He just said to shut my pathetic noise-hole and to learn to live with it, that I gained more pros than cons (which I guess was right). But I started to regain my sense of humanity from that point on. I started to fell sorry for whom I killed (to be fair, I never really wanted to kill anybody, it's just what I'm good at). I soon couldn't take it so I devised a flawless plan for me to leave the assassin biz for good, but first I needed weapons. So I forged myself some weapons, they included; an extravagant hand-&-a-half blade out of "White Chaos Alloy" (a metal that is completely indestructible) and a pair of Gun-Blades (a set of semi-automatic pistols with 9 different types of bullets ranging from incendiary to high-explosive and 50cm blades made out of "Black Chaos Alloy" (a metal with high vibrational properties)). I also gained possession of an experimental nanofibre body-suit that adapts to my body's every need. It will never tear, stain or wear-out. I was just about to leave when I overheard some excited gossip about some new item gained on Blaze's most resent assassination, a gem stolen from the body of a demon named Mephiles. They call it "The Corruption Diamond". The gem is meant to release the inner evil of someone, give them god-like powers & corrupt their heart and soul until they're nothing but an sinister, sadistic killing machine. My morals kicked in and I stole it before any evil went down. I knew that I wasn't going to get away with it (in fact, "The Marshall" was probably assigning a group to hunt me down, retrieve the diamond and terminate me at the moment I stole it), but I couldn't let something so powerful and evil fall into the hands of that corporation of cut-throats and back-stabbers. After all that, I left with the sun on my back and the wind in my face. I travelled for years, helping out little towns and suburbs that needed a better hand on their justice systems. I soon settled down in a city that highly needed my help, Crisis City.
By day I'm an average banker, in the evening I'm a bar-tender, feeding the decay of modern society their liquid-amnesia, but by night I become a vigilante of the dark, fighting for justice in this world of ice-cold hearts and red-hot tempers. I became the guardian of Crisis City, Soon they started calling me that, "The Guardian". I'm 23 years old, my hair's metallic silver, my eyes are metallic gold, my name's Silver Argetum Hedgehog and this is my story.