Maya pov:

It was the dead of night in the scum of New York. It was the part of the city that made you gag just by inhaling the air.

The streets infested with mice and discarded trash from the animals that live there. The sidewalks used to carry the feet's of gangsters and killers going about their shady dealings, now carrying cockroaches and ants searching for food in the many restaurant containers haphazardly placed around the trashcans.

They call this Savage land, a place where the cops see nothing and the gangsters own everything. People who go through this place in route to another location either end up staying for long periods of time only to leave months after entering or don't leave at all.

But the weird part is, reports show that the few that do make it out suffer from weird spurts of aggressive behavior. Along with mania and extreme signs of PTSD symptoms, its obvious that something much more than shady dealings is happening here.

And I'm going to find out what is.

I leapt onto the concrete divide between this city and Savage land, the sky more black than navy blue made the mess of a city that laid before me all the more unruly.

Ready to leap into an obvious storm-the-gaits rampage I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see a guy wearing a skull mask and holding a skateboard behind me.

Him, clad in his signature high-neck short-sleeved shirt with a white X in the middle he stared at me, and even though he was wearing a mask his eyes said it all.

He didn't want me to go.

"You here to talk me out of it?"

"There'd be no point" he said walking to the side of me staring at the wasted city in front of us.

"Then what brings you here"

" just making sure your protected at least" he pulled out the sword he had strapped to his backpack and handed it to me.

"Jesus, you really are serious aren't you? " I asked surprised

"Oh and –" he pulls his backpack off and unzips it. After rummaging he pulls out a white full face mask with big black eye holes modified to look angry, and two arm warmers similar to the ones he wears.

"What, you going to give me the cape too?"

"Please…your not ready for a cape" he retorts " You go around showing your face all the time when your in action, in there that will be your first mistake, well that and going in with no kind if bullet protective wear"

"You know bullets don't work on me"

"They kinda don't work on you, but still its better to be sure"

"pft you kinda don't work" I grunt grabbing my new tools.

I throw off my leather jacket and put on the arm warmers, they were heavier then they should be. The mask was cold and uncomfortable, but it was firm.

I strapped the sword to my back and prepared to start leap.

" And remember-" he started talking as he began to walk off "patients is key".

And he was gone, all you cold hear was the sound of wheels scrapping against concrete.

Crossbones. Only showing up occasionally to give advice, I thought he was just a street hero trying to make a name for himself but he ended being my superhero Alfred.

Savage land, the gas emitting from the city contrasted with the haunting color of night. Either this place is going to be the death of me, or the birth of something else.

I'm going to find that out too.

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I still fill like this is a filler chapter

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