The crisp morning air was a sure sign of Tony's "luck" to be alive another day. He groggily rose from his musty and stiff mattress to inhale the sweet glory of his apartment room.
It was small, and rectangular, with his "bed" (if you could call it that) lying in a corner and an oak table with a crappily made chair roughly leaning against it. On the other side of Tony's room laid a makeshift kitchen containing nothing but a stove, countertop, and grayish-black porcelain tiles.
He tiredly shuffled over to his window to glare out the broken glass, which let a breeze gently waft through. Below, Tony spotted the other buildings, shops, streets and alleyways that made up City 12.
"This place is a train wreck waiting to happen," he thought. City 12 was completely trashed, run down and needed constant Metro Police patrols to rat out the Resistance's smuggling operations that ran rampant throughout it.
Just as Tony started to sluggishly walk into his kitchen to grab himself a cup of his favored early morning coffee, a loud pound rattled the door.
"CIVIL PROTECTION. PREPARE YOUR JUDGEMENT WAIVER." A metallic and generic voice boomed.
"Aight… just… gimme a few seconds…" Tony just barely said without collapsing from fatigue. He stumbled over to the door, almost like a drunkard, and clasped the door before slowly pulling it open.
Before Tony was even close to prepared, the door flew open with tremendous force and sent him onto the hard concrete floor. Three Metro Police stormed into the room and started tipping furniture, throwing papers and cups off counters and tables and pulling apart everything in his room.
Tony stood up in awe, suddenly fashioned with renewed vigor. He wasn't going to stand around as his home was torn apart for no apparent reason.
Without thinking, Tony lunged at the nearest officer and slammed his fist into the back of his spine, making him stumble a little before regaining his balance. The Metro Police whirled around at incredible speed and flicked his stun baton, making the end light up in an orange radiance. Tony threw another punch, this time aiming for the CP's stomach, only to be stopped by the officer's hand. A quick blur of the baton flashed before an unending void of darkness.
What do ya think? It's really basic, and really short. If you did indeed like it, please write a review about it, and I'll be sure to write a longer, more interesting chapter.
