Prologue
It was snowing in Argo City that night. A torrential blizzard to be exact. The white snow hit the ground, adding to the already ice age levels of snow that had flooded the streets. Everyone was excited. In strategic places, tunnels had been dug, and walls of snow had been erected as defences for snowball fights. Christmas lights had covered the buildings, and cars were drowned in the frozen wonderland. Shop windows were blocked by posters of Christmas advertisements, and street rats and cats either cowered in what ever warmth they could find, or lay frozen, lifeless in the snow. It was a quiet night. Well, almost quiet.
A young man, wearing a trench coat and hat, long, dirty blonde hair, and a darker goatee, trudged through the snow, his walking boots wet and cold from the distance. His pace was fast and clumsy. The fear in his eyes proved that he was running from something. He was nearing the famous city square. He had no general direction. He just had a single objective. To hide.
As he progressed, some form of dark energy hit the snow behind him, causing the white powder to form a pillar behind him. The boy fell forward, only to struggle and get back up again. His predator, similar in height and build, was the one who fired the blast. He lowered his arm and walked on. He was virtually weightless on the snow, and simply walked after his prey than run. It was as if it were too easy. He wore a black suit and tie, with a white shirt and black sunglasses, and the same hair and goatee that the boy had. The grace in his step, the manner of his dress and the serious look painted on his features suggested that who ever employed him, who ever raised him and whoever his parents were collectively created a mix between Mr. Smith, an Elf and a Men in Black operative all in one.
Raising his hand again, he created a fist, and an even more powerful blast of Ebon energy launched from his hand, and created a sizeable crater in the snow to the left of his target. The boy in question managed to keep his balance, covering his eyes with the sleeve of his coat. After a second or two, he lowered his hand and continued to stumble on. This repeated a few times before the boy managed to reach the square.
The circle of buildings that surrounded the empty expanse of concrete was masked by the snow, reflecting the light of the street lamps and creating a very short field of vision. The cold was beginning to take effect, and the boy’s energy was starting to fade. He desperately looked around to find his pursuer, but to no avail.
To generate a fear only seen in movies, the suited man had taken to the shadows, enveloping his being into a mass of dark energies. He simply stood and watched as his prey started to tire from the cold.
The boy managed to reach a stone monument, a pillar like object, which was situated in the centre of the square. Resting for a while, the boy leaned against the monument and heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, a chance to rest. However, he couldn’t sleep, as the cold would kill him if he even rested his eyes. However, it was getting harder and harder to keep them open. Everything was becoming blurred. It was at this point that his attacker materialised infront of him, a cold, hard stare piercing shot in his direction from the agent’s glasses.
“Why…?” the boy struggled to say
“It’s my job to take down scum like you,” the young man stated. His voice a clone of the boy’s, “now stop being a nuisance and let me kill you.” He gathered the strange energy in his right arm, and reared up for a punch. The boy tried to find the energy to throw his own punch. He toppled forward and merely tapped the young man. The suited man shoved the boy onto the ground and turned to meet his target. The boy shivered in the freezing cold. Icicles had formed on his goatee.
The boy reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a light blue crystal. The stone was flimsy, and the boy crushed it in his hand. With the same hand, he made a swing for his double and missed. Before the suited boy could laugh at the attempt, an arm of ice was swiftly formed from the snow and landed a bitter punch in the clone’s jaw. The clone was flung far, which would have been helpful, but the attack had drain what was left of the young man’s strength, and he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. His cloned pursuer stood and elegantly brushed the snow off his suit. Then, without flinching, cracked his jaw back into its original location. He trudged over to his target with a quickened pace, now wishing to end this charade in an incredibly brutal fashion. However, a new obstacle had arisen. In a column of flame, a sickly thin suited man appeared, his face covered by the deep red fedora on his head.
“Leave the kid alone,” he stated bluntly, a hint of a Texan accent floating in his voice
“Step out of the way. He has to die,” the clone explained, in a similar fashion
“Leave the kid alone, or be burnt to a crisp,” the man started. He lifted his head to reveal a thing face, pale skin, and a thin moustache. Both eyes were solid colour of enchanting crystal blue, “your choice.”
“Ah, Jimmy the Bone. I should have recognised you from the flames and the suit, but your appearance seems less… skeletal than it once was. Very well,” the agent snorted, “you may keep your criminal. But know this. We will kill him. And you shall fall as well, if you continue to resist.” And with that, the agent enveloped himself in the ebon energies and melted into nothingness.
Jimmy turned to the motionless form of the boy and sighed
“I hope you’re as important as they say you are, or ‘cos I hate the cold, and I ain’t wastin’ the holidays on some kid who can barely keep his ass safe.”
((I got bored, and I may continue this. I was just scouring through my various fictions and there this was. I adjusted it a bit, of course.
This is merely the prologue. I’m hoping to have a Christmassy, story, with superheroes. Taking the Superhero persona I have used so many times.
Catch ya another time))