In New York City, a businessman by the name of Stanley Kirby was walking along a busy street. He was heading to his job in one of the many offices just like he did every morning. But he had an uneasy feeling someone was following him. He looked behind him and noticed nothing unusual. The feeling remained, so he quickened his pace. Many passersby were annoyed at the mans running pace but hey, New York is New York.
Stanley found himself in a dead-end. Going down the alleyway might not have been the best idea but at least he thought whatever was chasing him was gone… He thought.
Blocking his way out of the alley was a cloaked figure.
"What're you going to do? Rob me? Shoot me?" Stanley sighed. "Fine then. I have a protector. I won't go down so easily, I warn you."
The figure revealed a weapon hidden under his cloak. A sceptre with a curved top and two prongs at the bottom. The was-sceptre.
Stanley saw the sceptre and the look of horror in his eyes was only overshadowed by the look of shock he had only moments later. The sceptre had pierced his stomach then chest. Repeatedly.
As the man known as Stanley Kirby lay on the floor, blood pooling, his eyes shone a bright white. It flashed for a second like a flame on its last spark. Then… nothing.
The figure stepped over the body and joined the commuters on the sidewalk.