His Rise
Prologue:
A man in a dark green vehicle that looked like a delivery truck stopped for a moment in a deserted alley. He checked his watch.
"Oh man, if that headhunter finds out I'm late…" he gulped. "Maybe I should skedaddle outta this city? Whaddya----Waaah!!!!"
The object that incited his surprise was none other than a tall, slim, man in a blue uniform. He looked unnaturally prim. Looking up from under his cap he smiled, a smile something terrifying.
"I'm sorry sir, you cannot park here. I'm afraid I'll have to assign you a ticket?"
The man in the vehicle grinned to himself. "Heheh, here's my big chance. If I take a copper hostage for that mob jerk, I'll be home free."
The officer finished writing the ticket. "Off to the Cadaverinis to deliver, oh my, what could this be?" He had moved to the back of the van, mysteriously bypassing the heavy locks.
"Hey! You don't belong there! Get out!" With that the driver took out a small gun and aimed at the officer, getting off one shot before everything went fuzzy.
"Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to have to place you under arrest…sir." The man in blue was holding his police badge horizontally, his finger pushed down upon a small button. "Sweet dreams…"
Pulling out a pouch, he went to work on the delivery items…illegal cigars, it seemed. Then, he propped the man back up onto the van. Finally, he poured a dark red liquid from his pouch onto the ground. Chuckling knowingly to himself, he left the alley.
His name was Kristoph Gavin, and he had arrived.