A/N: Yes, a new story. Don't worry. This one shall be much longer. But I will still be using my small chapter updates. Damn habits.
For as long as I've known, humans have always been complaining of how hard life was for them, even when they had everything they would ever need handed right to them with no work involved. Love, wealth, treasures –humans seemed to please the gods enough to obtain them. Even though humans had the favoritism from the gods and everything their minds could have wished for, they still complained. Humans were foolish. Life was so easy for them yet they all found it to be extremely hard.
The words of a famous poet came to mind while I contemplated this. Edgar Lee Masters once wrote, "What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, life is too strong for you--." His words never seemed so true.
Below me sat the busy metropolis, which if I had heard correctly, was nicknamed the City of Misanthropy. Dusk in this city brought an enigmatic air. Villainous fools, (unlike myself, I was no fool), could easily find many ways to make use of the shadows cast about. I sat atop a warehouse roof with the use of the shadows for with my appearance, walking through town would not have been a good idea. Sure, I simply could have changed, but why put myself into a state of vulnerability? Anyways, enough about my looks, shall we get back to my observations?
As I was saying, the shadows seemed to hide the villainous activity quite well. Well at least that was to a regular human's eyes. A group consisting of two men and a girl attempted to make a robbery. Although they seemed to be smarter than the average criminal, they had made the foolish mistake of not checking for alarms. A masochistic mistake.
I crawled along my grimy rooftop, observing the odd behavior of said idiots. Familiarity saturated them. After four years, one might think a little change would be called for. Idiots.
Suddenly, tires screeched and pierced through my beloved silence. A blue and white car filled with four, (or was it five again?), heroes and heroines rested just beneath my shadowed sanctuary. The thieves bolted for the alleyways, typical. All so familiar, yet part of me longed for the thrill of the pursuit again. And, like all of my drives now, this one won.