Fate

by BlueBotSuit

In an alternate reality where the heroes of Destiny inhabit an arid, new home world, where the descendants of these heroes live in vast cities where technology and magic coexist harmoniously, and where the god of darkness, Ahriman has set loose Corruption upon the largest enterprises and thus created a tyrranical rule. This is the time of the rebels that will take back their world.

2. Chapter 1: The Shooting

12 Minutes Earlier

The crystalline surface of the weapon shone inpenatrably in the sunlight, the only thing contaminating its pure transparency was a dark splotch sitting comfortably in the barrel. The Assassin had been waiting what seemed like hours when the call came, the target had been spotted wearing a pocketwatch with a single diamond on the lid. He peered yet again into the scope, scanning for anyone with a pocketwatch, there were one or two false alarms seeing as pocketwatches had been a growing trend in the everchanging trade. Finally, a bright gleam caught his eye, it originated from a diamond on a pocketwatch; target spotted. The Assassin called it in then awaited his next order, he shifted uncomfortably in the heat of the yellowish-white hot sun silently cursing himself for denying the air-conditioned model.

Another call arrived, he prepared to fire by switching to thermal, suddenly the speakers buzzed to life in the station below. That was his cue, he fired, direct hit; the Assassin stood and stretched quickly after staying motionless for several hours then packed his gear and fled across the rooftops. As predicted the bots began swarming the crimescene, their cameras clicking away while others ushered bystanders to move along with metallic voices. The Assassin took out an object from his utility belt, praying the contents in the vial were mixed correctly and injected it into his arm. At first there was sharp, throbbing pain then a numb feeling that spread like water washing over his entire body and the suit that covered it.

Slowly feeling returned starting with the injection site and spreading just like the process that numbed it to begin with. Unfortunately it wasn't fast enough, a bot arrived on the roof mere feet from him. The Assassin searched fervently for something to hide behind but the flat, featureless roof offered nothing. The bot was currently turned away so he began to sneak away as quickly and silently as possible toward the edge with the intent to hang out of sight. However when he glimpsed the scene below it seemed wiser to stay on the roof.

Down below were at least ten bots scanning everything within sight. As the Assassin was pondering a plan the bot on the roof caught sight of a vaguely human shaped shimmering. This was enough to convince it that a man really was there, the alarm began blaring immediately thus calling several more bots to its location. The Assassin instictively threw one of the flourescent knives at it as to stop the alarm. It was too late though, the backup would arrive at any second, the Assassin retrieved the knife and began to sprint from the area.

The next twenty minutes or so were a blur of jumping and turning, swinging and sprinting until he arrived at the rendevous point. At this point he was certain that he wasn't followed but as an added precaution he circled the block a few times before entering the tall, sandy building.