Author's Note: This will be my eighth (published) story. As I have mentioned before, I was inspired to write these stories by the many amazing Authors on Fan Fiction who write Kick-Ass stories. We all know who they are. However my top author, and inspiration, has to be Makokam and his epic saga 'Precocious Crush'; I am sure many readers will agree with this.
This story is based on my story Forsaken, using the same universe, characters and past history, but set in an alternative future. Some may recognise it as very similar to an aborted story of mine called Shadow Storm. It is a complete re-write of that story, as Shadow Storm did not fit in with the Universe that it was originally intended for.
As usual I look forward, with some trepidation, to any reviews. I promise to accept any and all criticism. Also I am, still British, so my spelling and grammar may look and seem strange to some.
Chicago
August 2018
Friday
The thick, black, smoke and clouds of dust were choking me.
I stumbled away from the building, as it continued to collapse, around me.
"You okay!" Shadow yelled, over the noise of falling masonry.
"Yes... I'm okay..." I responded, choking on the smoke.
"Where are they?" Shadow yelled, looking around.
I turned to face, what was now a pile of rubble, but had once been an abandoned, ten storey apartment building.
"In there! I saw them die!" I exclaimed, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
"No!" Shadow screamed, in desperation, then turning as the armoured Range Rover, known as Beast skidded to a halt beside us.
Hawk, jumped down from the driver's seat. She grabbed me and Shadow, urging us to get into Beast. Sirens could be heard in the distance and this was not a good time to get involved with the Police.
"They... They're dead!" Shadow sobbed.
"I know, I heard," Hawk said angrily, as she sped away from the scene, fighting back her own tears.