Okay. I know this is short, the next one will be long. Promise. Or at least longer. Not a whole ton of the story line comes in this chapter, but it's how I wanted to start it. So there. Enjoy. Now.
Chapter One
"You must resist the darkness!" An old man cried to a small crowd. "This world must be cleansed, but it needs to start with you! Don't fall for the devils trickery! Don't fall for his temptations! You must be the strong in this world! Each one of you holds the power to change this world, but you have to unleash it. You have to be the Devil's greatest foe! You have to win!"
The crowd sat in their pews of the small church on the outskirts of Jump city. They didn't really come to hear the priest speak. They came because they felt obligated to. Most of them were already asleep, the others just about to. That didn't matter to the priest. He still spoke with as much conviction as he would if the whole world were clinging to his every word.
This man's name was Stephen Curry, or Brother Curry as most people called him. He was in his mid thirties, fit for his age, and never married. He was lonely, but that didn't matter to him. He put all his time and effort into being the best priest he could be and made it his job to lead others away from sin. After years of being a pretty good priest, he began to think he was perfect, but was in fact far from the truth.
After Brother Curry's sermon, the people left in a hurry while Brother Curry stayed behind reading the bible, and preparing for next week. He would work on it all week of course. After locking the church, Brother Curry started his walk to his small apartment. It was barely habitable, but Brother Curry didn't mind. He didn't need much.
He was still a mile away from home. The only other person out was a young girl in a dark blue robe. She stood against the wall of a building, a scowl on her face. He didn't like the look of her, but continued on. Then the real trouble came.
A man started coming the opposite direction of Brother Curry. He seemed well enough until they crossed paths. The man removed a gun from his pocket.
"Give me all the money you got," the man said, gun pointed at Brother Curry.
"I don't have any on me," Brother Curry lied. He had some from what little the congregation had contributed.
The man cocked his gun and pushed it against Brother Curry's head.
"I'd put down that gun if I were you," The young lady said walking towards them. The man turned Brother Curry around and used him as a hostage.
"Stay away or he dies," The man threatened.
The young lady stopped.
A door opened across the street. It was a girl, no more than thirteen. The three of them didn't notice.
"I suggest you put that gun down," the young lady said in a low voice.
"What are you gonna' do about it?" the man asked smiling.
The young girls eyes glowed a bright white. "This," she retorted as she brought up her arms and separated the two men with a dark magic. Brother Curry landed against the wall, the other man fell on his back. As his hand hit, the gun went off.
The girl across the street heard a loud snap. A strange feeling came to her stomach. She looked down. Blood stained her shirt, the stain getting larger and larger. Everything went blurry and then, nothing. She had been shot.
Brother Curry looked on in horror at the blue cloaked woman. "This is all your fault," He said trembling.
The blue cloaked girl encased a street lamp with her black magic and used it to hinder the robber. She then flew other to the little girl. A worried expression on her face.
Brother Curry stood up and pointed at her. "This is all your fault!"
Do Do do do do do do do, when there's trouble you know who to call....
