Introduction/Prologue
The old and new city. Two places on
opposite sides of the spectrum. The new city was where the well to
do and upper classes lived, including the nobility. The old city was
where those who could afford nothing and societal outcasts lived.
This included those wanted by the law hung out. The red light
district resided between the two parts of the city, and acted as a
border of sorts.
In the red light district and the old
city, everything and anything happened. People were taken advantage
of. Money and valuables stolen. People were raped and many more
were killed. Fights broke out everyday and at least fifteen people
were killed in a given day. At least thirty to fifty a week.
Nothing was done to prevent such happening. It was just the way of
life there.
In the new city, everyone was expected
to behave. If they broke any rules that had been laid down, they
were arrested and punished by the law. A person there might be
killed every so often, but most deaths were either an accident,
disease, or old age.
Two different cities forming one giant
city. Two very different sides of the societal spectrum. Two
different groups of people. The opposite sides of the same coin.
Peace on one side and mayhem on the other.
Chapter One: Chance Meeting or Fate?
A figure slipped from the old city and
through the red light district. They were hooded and cloaked,
wearing all black to blend into the shadows. Their destination? The
new city which was where the jails were located. The figure had
heard that their little brother had been arrested and charged with
murder. This of course was a lie. The figure and everyone in the
old city knew that the brother was incapable of killing anyone, let
alone hurt anything. If he accidentally killed a fly or a bug in
general, he would bawl like a little baby then become depressed for
at least a week.
The figure knew that they had to hurry
for their brother was marked for public execution at one that
afternoon. That was less than half an hour away. They slipped
passed the drunks that were stumbling about. They way that the
figure moved, made it seem as if they were there yet not there. They
ignored the drunks as they moved swiftly past them.
The figure did not make a sound. If
need be, the figure could strike and kill with deadly accuracy. Many
in the old city thought of the figure being like a pit viper that
could sense body heat, strike the throat and kill before whoever the
target was knew what was happening.
The figure soon reached the public
execution ground. Their eyes went wide as they saw their brother
already dangling, dead at the end of the hang man's noose. Many people were gathered watching, waiting with pent up breath, as if
they knew something was going to happen.
The figure let out a roar of rage and
charged forward, pulling out a pair of dual blades that he kept
strapped to his back, cross-crossed. They started to easily cut down
the guards. Chaos inside and the people fled, screaming and
shouting. The guards trying to take the figure out, but so far
failing and falling before the dual blades.
The figure did a back flip, avoiding
the guards' swords while at the same time kicking them, their feet
colliding under the chins of two of the guards. The guards' heads
were knock back, the sounds of their necks snapping could clearly be
heard in the cool air. Snow starting to fall as if trying to blanket
the sorrow of the figure.
When the figure landed on their feet, a small gust of air blew their hood back. It revealed a young man of twenty-three. He stood at 6'1" and had long purple hair. His silver colored eyes blazed with hatred and pain at having lost his brother, who had done thong wrong. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl, mirroring his rage. He had no name, but those in the old city and red light district called him "Spirit Eyes, Silver Death, and Ghost."
To him, he needed no name. He left trails of death, that was his way of saying, "I was here." He never was given a name. Everyone shunned him, but he did not care. He had his little brother to look after. They weren't blood related, but were brothers all the same. Now...his one tie to humanity was gone. It was like his whole being had gone numb with his rage. He let out another roar, this one sending chills down the spines of everyone that heard it. He then charged once more at the guards.
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