Prologue
Hey everyone, TopHat here! This is the first chapter, to a fan fiction, in which all reviews are welcome! This is a custom creation, with no links, in which I need to know if I should continue, which I leave to you guys. Catch you on the flip side!
The wind blows, blowing around dead leaves, and scattering litter around. A single figure slowly approaches a glass door, and looks up. He sees 17 stories, each lit by a eerie blue light, except for one. At the very top, there was a dome-shaped office, with a scrappy, ill-structured satellite tower fit on top. He slips through the door, carefully shielding his face so that the security wouldn't recognize him. He hurriedly walks to the nearest elevator, and closes the door. He scans over the buttons, careful not to press 13, and rests his finger on 17. He lets out a deep sigh, and pats the revolver in his holster. He smiles as he remembers the ambush-and-raid from last Tuesday, in which he found the golden hand gun. The doors open, and he steps through to the dome overlooking the ruined city which had once been so prosperous. A tall-backed chair turns around, and the figure stops to look at him. "I thought I told security to keep an eye out for you," he says calmly. Too calmly, to the man from the elevator. "Yeah, about that. Your security isn't so bright…as always," was the response. "Well, guess I'll have to take care of you myself," says The Executioner, as everyone calls him. The man watches as E maneuvers his hand over to a small switch, and flicks it with his pointer finger. Suddenly, several trapdoors in the floor open, and officers in mechanical armor emerge. The visitor flicks out his gun, and fires several bullets. They bounce off the samurai-like armor of the charging officers, creating a shower of sparks and pinging sounds. The visitor fled, throwing the gun over his soldier. He evaded a laser blast, and circled around to run and flip over a group, only to fling a homemade tarp grenade at them. It explodes, knocking them in all directions, and knocking them unconscious. The few remaining officers attack, but are then knocked out the window with the hard swing from an extensive war staff. Finally alone with E, he turns to see him with a malicious smirk.
"You are quite the opponent. Have you ever thought of joining my cause?," he says.
"I'll never join you. You are the cause of all this…this…DISASTER!"
"Well, if you're not part of my solution, you're part of the problem. Take him away!"
The visitor turns around, wielding his staff, but it's knocked out of his hand, himself along with it. He gets a glance of a black-robed figure with glowing green eyes before he is thrown backward by some invisible force, into one of the vacant trap doors. As he falls, he catches brief glimpses of mechanicals and doorways. He tries to grab on to a stray pipe, but the pain retches away his grip. He continues falling until he hits the ground, which brings instant blackness.