Prologue, Memory 2

Chloe's address was out in the forest, near a huge clearing. You had no idea as to why these girls would decide to live out here, but it felt so, intriguing. Almost as if the essence of the world was telling you to go, or at least that's how a hippie would describe it.

Noticing as there was no rules for parking, you rode up in front of their house, stopped the car, and got out. The house looked, ghostly, as if no one was in it, like one of those old horror movies you used to watch. Ah, all those times of watching slashers and dramas, all while snuggled up in a blanket sitting next to your father (You know, I never really wondered why my parents disappeared. I've always felt as if they are out there, like some massive hide and go seek game, but on a global scale. I'll try not to think about them right now,) you thought to yourself.

As you snapped back into reality, Chloe appeared at the door of the house, "Yo, you made it! Don't just stand there, come on in!" She beckoned. As you entered, you removed the pre-dawned hood, and examined the interior, as most visitors would when entering a new house. There was a cedar wood flooring, a laminate granite counter, a standard kitchen, and the living area seemed almost, cabin like. "Wow, this is a really cool crib you got here, Chlo," You compliment, noticing a tinge of red on her face.

"Thanks brah! I, or Max and I, built it ourselves." Chloe responded, regaining her punk self.

"You guys BUILT this? Man, I could barely fold a paper airplane properly!" You joke, wincing at your past failures when it came to folding. Max must've overheard the mention of her name, and began to leave her room. But she was wearing a different set of clothes, very similar to Chloe's; a red flannel, a grey top, ripped jeans, and the same set of shoes from earlier. On the outside, you were composed. It is against the code of a gentleman to show off affection towards a stranger, or just someone who isn't a friend yet. But on the inside, your body was melting severely. She just seemed so beautiful, so attractive at that one second, and then you regained your brain from it's hyper sleep and greeted her.

"Hey, (Y/N)! You made it!" She smiled in joy.

"Yeah, I guess I did. Your address led my through some weird areas, guys. Are you sure your safe out here?" You ask, a bit concerned.

"Dude, no on e ever comes out here! We are completely safe. Now, who is up for a game of good old fashioned Monopoly?" Chloe shouted.

"Dibs on the banker!" You and Max both screamed at the same time. You looked at her, displaying a sign of competition.

"Lets see who can reach the money first," you challenge.

"Oh, your on!" Max exclaims, "Ok, guys. But before you go tearing each other apart, let me set up the game first."

3 minutes later

"All done!" Chloe shouted from behind the couch with a camera. Who would pass the opportunity to record this shit? You and Max each raced to the stash of cash. She picks it up, but you snatch it from her, and she yells, "Hey! I had it!"

"Well then, come and get it, Cauliflower!" You say, remarking her nickname.

"Oh, hell no, you did NOT just call me "

"What, Cauliflower?

"You are SO dead!" "Bring it on, fan girl!"

A legendary battle ensued after that last remark. Even Chloe felt a little sorry for you, as you ended up losing to Max. She absolutely HATED being called a fan girl. It was so generic, and she was not the generic type of person. As you lay on the floor, defeated, Chloe reached down and helped you back up.

"Dude, I have never seen anyone ever survive a situation where Max goes batshit crazy!" Chloe laughed a bit. "Well, I underestimated her, obviously." You say, turning to Max. "Hey, so are we cool, now that I let you be the banker?"

"Of course we are cool, (Y/N)! I don't like to hold grudges, they're too much a burden to bare," "So, did Maxi-pad and Mr. (L/N) say sorry? Good, because now we can actually play the game!" Chloe input.

10 Minutes Later

"I landed on, Whitechapel Road, for $40. I'll buy that, banker," Chloe had just rolled a 6, and Max gave her the wrong amount of change. "Ay, you re a dollar short! What kind a bidness you running here, Max?" Chloe played. "What? It's not like I'm shamming ya or anything " Max played along. The girls began to laugh, as you examined them. They seemed like childhood best friends, like one would take a bullet for the other, and vise versa. (How could I date one of these gals, when there perfect as they are? I don't think I should )

RING! RING!

Your phone began to vibrate, disrupting the girls, as you step aside to answer it. They watch, a little curious as to who is calling you.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hello, (Y/N)." The voice replied, "I do not think we've been formerly introduced. My name is, well, I can not give you my name, but just call me Chrome. I've been watching you grow, from a young boy, to the man that you are now. I have only this message to you: you will, one day, work in the dark, to serve the light, and within the dark, lies the truth." The line cut off.

"What the fuck was that?" You say out loud, attracting the attention of the girls.

"Who was it?" Chloe asked.

"Some guy named Chrome. He told me something about, within the darkness, lies the truth, or some other cryptic bullshit like that," You say, slightly agitated at the interruption of the caller.

"Well, it was probably some kids prank calling you," Max implied. Just come and sit with us, and let's finish the game!" Just as you sat down, the power to Chloe's house shut off. She reached for the spare lantern next to her, and lit it.

"Chloe, did you forget to pay the light bill?" Max spoke annoyed.

"No, I fucking paid it yesterday! These cheap freaking fuses." Chloe shouted annoyed.
You felt something on your arm, and a light blue light began to flash from under your sleeve. You rolled it up, to reveal a metallic brace latched onto your wrist. You flexed your hand, and a neon blue blade protruded. It seemed so lethal, yet so protective. You looked at your other hand, and the same thing was there, only under your sleeve. The, "hidden switchblades" were identical, one hidden, and one visible.

BANG!

The glass to a window broke, and Max and Chloe turned to stand behind you. Then, a mysterious figure began to approach. "Holy shit! What do we do!" Chloe exclaimed.

Without hesitation, you flexed your wrists, and each blade came out. "You wanna tussle, then LET'S GO!" You shout, as you dawn your hood, and a strange teardrop symbol formed on it.

MMM, OMG! Here is where the Double Ass Creed comes in.

As always, this is IronMan Joey, signing off!