May 15, 2011
1:15
Chicago, USA
He jogged from the burning building, coughing slightly as smoke filtered from his lungs. It wasn't in there...where could it be?
Smoke filled his vision as he rounded in to another alley. Sucking in his breath, he ran head first into gray, going for a good 3 minutes before arriving on the other side and taking a sigh of relief.
After another 10 minutes of searching, the man growled in aggravation. If I don't find it soon...Dammit! That's when he heard it, a small cry, like a baby or a small animal, followed by a soft shushing sound.
He slowed to a stop, looking for the sounds source. Peeking around the grimy brick wall he was currently leaning against, he saw...her. A woman dressed in a soft green dress and sandals, also looking around a corner, out onto the street. Her arms were holding something against her chest.
He slowly approached the woman, careful not to make any sudden noises. When he was a good fifteen or so feet from her, he called out.
"Excuse me miss. You need to evacuate. If you haven't noticed, the block is on fire."
The woman jumped and spun around, clutching the bundle, the baby.
"O-oh. I'm sorry. I-I was waiting for my husband, but...I think he already left." short, blond hair framed her head as she shook it, a soft scared frown on her face.
The man relaxed slightly. A calm smile graced his face. "That's quite alright! How about I help you to the police station? I'm sure all this smoke can't be good for your child."
"T-Thank you I-" Her tongue darted across her tongue nervously, "I'm just so scared..."
The man froze as she made her way over; staring, before pulling out a small curved knife and throwing it. She screamed as it hit her leg, falling. He pulled a silver gun from inside of his suit and walked towards her, finger tight on the trigger.
She curled around her child and began screaming. "S-Some one! Help me! PLEASE! SAVE MY BABY!"
He stared at her, ignoring her cries to be saved. "Did you do this?" His only response was another cry for help. "Did you? ANSWER ME." After realizing he would be getting nothing other than, 'save me', he sighed, pulling a hand through his blond hair, glasses reflecting the smoke and fire around them. "Fine then. Have it your way."
He pulled back the trigger, hearing a small 'click' before-
"ALFRED. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
He stopped, heart hammering in his chest and turned his head. The blond almost dropped the gun at what he saw.
England stood at the head of a group of nations. All staring at him in open mouthed horror and disbelief.
His mind stalled for a moment, before his mind processed how this situation must look to them. After that, he let loose the only coherent thought that crossed his brain.
"Well shit."
Short, prologue is short.
don't worry, the other chapters should be longer than this. I just needed to get the story going. gotta find my inspiration, yeah?
sorry if it seems kinda crappy. it'll get more exciting, i promise. sorry for the boring.