The New Robin Hood
Chapter One
Today's world is changing every day. Life is not as it was, but one thing remains: One man will still steal from the rich and give to the poor.
It was early; the sun hadn't come up yet. From the roof, you could see the Boston skyline. Through the thick fog that had fallen, the Prudential tower poked a hole through the thick, darkened atmosphere. On the ground around it was littered with apartments and small buildings that looked that if they were alive, they would be very sick, but there was a pattern, a trail. The buildings got progressively bigger, and shabbier as you moved out of the Back Bay, all-leading up to the Box, well, that's what we called it. The Box was a huge factory built on a hill. It had one huge door that was the only exit and no windows. What was inside was horrible, too horrible to describe. And on top, the worst part of all. Three towers that were the Box's vents. These towers each had a smoke stack pluming out of it, that was poisoning the city. And that's how my morning started, getting ready to go hunting.