Okay, so this is a new story idea I came up with, and I really would like to have your feedback on the prologue. Don't worry, all the chapters after this won't be this short.
Jason walked solemnly down the dark New York City alleyway, his head down and his feet dragging heavily on the pavement. Behind him he heard the sounds of the busy streets, the cars with their relentless horns and the people that conversed to themselves quietly as the walked, their heads together, towards wherever home was. Below all of that was the sound of the ocean, it's waves lapping shyly upon the shore, and the quiet buzz of an airplane engine that slowly made it's way across the city toward the airport.
Jason sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes still trained on the ground in front of him. Something fell out of the dumpster twenty feet away from him, and he barely reacted, thinking that it was just some mouse that was being careless, because god knew that there were too many of the vermin in this city.
Without warning, hands came out of the darkness and grabbed him roughly, pushing him up against the brick wall of the building with great force. He looked up into the face of his attacker, his eyes alight with utter terror, and his attacker laughed.
Jason determined that it was a man, and his face was mangled and scarred, probably by one too many fights. The smile that lit his face was disgusting and fiendish, giving his face a ghastly, demonic-like look. His structure was large and muscular, and he filled the whole of Jason's vision with his wide shoulders and his massive chest.
"Wh-what do you w-want?" Jason asked, his voice betraying him to fear.
"Don't worry," the man said in a rough hewn tone, still chuckling a bit. "If you cooperate, you won't be injured…too bad."
Jason's eyes widened and he pressed himself against the wall further, bracing himself for the pain that was sure to come. The man just laughed harder.
"Hey," he called behind his gargantuan shoulder. "Hey Skiff, this one's got a sense of humor!"
A shadow appeared behind the man, tall and lanky, and Jason heard a high pitched whining sound. "Hurry up, Brutal. Let's just take him back to headquarters and go to bed. I'm tired!" the man called Skiff whined.
Brutal sighed in defeat. "Fine, just when I was having fun too," he complained in that low, husky voice of his.
Roughly, he picked Jason up by his waist and threw the boy over his shoulder like a sac of flour. Jason made a strangled "Umpf!" as he landed hard on Brutal's shoulder.
Brutal just laughed harder. "You're lighter than a feather and funny! This one just keeps getting better, Skiff!"
Skiff didn't show any change in emotion and said, "Let's just get back to headquarters."
Brutal put on a face, and nodded before lumbering down the street, with Jason over his shoulder.