Prologue ~
The night was empty. The silent city lay still, not a sound to be heard. But night is always much more simple than that. It has its ulterior motives, its underhand moves, its secret undertakings. Here was one such thing. Two sides faced each other, not moving from their positions, taunting at their opponents. Silence held… Then shattered. In a massive uproar, chaos erupted, the two sides charged at each other, the once silent night was now filled with yelling, shouts, and gunfire. Here, in this super mall's parking lot, we had the "righteous," government, putting down a "notorious," sub-gang of Pandora. It may seem that way to an onlooker, but who knew? After all, another bystander may see it as the "rebellious," trying their hardest to send a message to the "tyrannical," government that the system is failing and broken. But a being, standing on a ledge of said supermall, had a much wider thought, the thought that sides were relative, and it took someone of either pure love or pure hate to cleanse both sides. And it was much easier to cleanse when you hate.
"Let's go, F-," the being said, its voice being muffled by a harsh wind.
"Mhm!" Its companion replied.
The two lept, and soon after screams of battle had turned into screams of terror, silence returned to the night. The moon reflected on a puddle, and in that puddle's tint, everything was crimson. A blade fed it, dripping the thick bodily fluid. The blade's owner was impaled through the chest by a single icicle. Others were as well. The only thing that could be heard for the rest of the night were the drips of blood.
Standing where the two once were, was a man garbed in shadows. A devilish smile crept across his face as he chuckled. "Gi Hii!" he said as he cast a shadow over the blood and massacred bodies, that chuckle was all that he said before disappearing into the sleeping city. For a citizen in this sleeping city, that laugh was all they needed to identify the shadow. It was none other than "Shadow Steel," Gajeel. Further away, a man inside a surveillance van was furious. The man was none other than a high figure within the government. He threw his headphones onto the ground.
"Damn those grunts, can't get a single thing done without dying! Next time, I'll be the one to go out, and I'll take him down while I'm at it..." This was none other than Lockon, infamous for his skills as a sniper.
And that would leave all the major players barred… except for our heroes and their enemies. Who was the bloodlusting couple? Where were our heroes? The silent city lay still, not a sound to be heard. But night has its reasons, and is busy in the silence. It has its ulterior motives, its underhand moves, its secret undertakings. So we will just have to wait until the awakening of day, and the dawn of a new era.