The Empire (Coming Soon)

Prologue

Crimson Red P.O.V.

"Honey, I will be home soon. I only have a few more things to wrap up here at work. Yea, yea, I love you too!" I said to my fiancee, Marcella, before hanging up the phone and shoving it back into my pocket. 

"Is it the bride to be with her list of wants and needs?" Maxwell laughed. I snorted before going back to my work. This asshole wasn't going to get much of a reaction out of me. 

I began typing passwords quickly into the computer, bringing up more access codes. With a couple clicks and taps, I brought up the file of the offender. Jeremy Walker was his name. Sex offender was his game. 

Dark brown hair, brown eyes, Caucasian, five feet and eleven inches. I memorized his information while drinking my sixth red bull in attempt to keep my open from shutting. If I even tried to blink, I bet I would pass out in the chair. 

It was boring work, sitting at a computer all day and night hacking into the lives of people. But before I could marry my sweet, she made me promise her I would give up being a field agent. Being hacker meant I would be safe and out of harm's way so she could sleep at night. It was the least I could do for her. 

"Jeremy Walker?" Maxwell asked. 

"Got it," I said. 

Flipping open his phone, he punched in a few numbers and got on the line with a field agent, "Yes, it's all here. Crimson, bring up the tracker,"

I pulled the tracker up. 156 Hope Street and moving west. I smiled and chugged another red bull as Maxwell leaned over my shoulder and saw the target. Got him. 

"He is just around the corner from you," Maxwell replied into the phone.

On the map, I saw the field agents corner him. We had him now. I chuckled, pushing myself back in my chair and putting my hands behind my head. Man, how I did enjoy working with the FBI. Yes, I used to work with the FBI. Used to. 

That was before they all destroyed me. Yes, I said it. The FBI destroyed me, their best hacker and top agent. They framed me with my own work. They hacked the hacker and made me look like a criminal. 

I would never murder someone without justice. I would not allow innocents to die at my hand, their bodies collapsing at my feet. That wasn't me. Yet, somehow in their eyes, it was me. I would never forget that moment when I was betrayed. I wouldn't forget how I was taken from my home, from my sisters and my little brother, from my Marcella. How I was dragged from my room and through the front door, my frightened sisters running after me and Marcella in tears. 

Marcella. My Marcella. With her in my life, I thought I had it all. All I needed was her in my arms every night and waking up beside her every morning. She was all that I had hope for. For a few months, she still visited me although it was briefly. Marcella became more distant, sometimes just dropping off the bare minimum supplies and leaving. Still, she was my love, my life. Yet, gone she was. A prison boy wasn't her style. Me being a failure wasn't quite to her liking, but my money was. 

After I was locked behind bars for something that I hadn't even done, I knew everything was going to be gone. My house, my car, my jobs, my friends, my love. Only my sisters and my little brother were all that I had left. That was what I remembered. Nothing mattered but family. Blood was what bound us together. 

Merlot Red's P.O.V.

Don't be like him, Don't be like him. 

I shouldn't want to be like him. I shouldn't look up to him like some sort of god. But I did. 

Father burned those sure words into me, scolding me to not be like Crimson. Crimson was a failure in Father's eyes, something I didn't want to be ever. Scarlet and Ruby both pitied Crimson for his doings. But for me, I believed my brother. I knew Crimson. He had no gain, no motive. But someone else did. 

And I would bring down the man who did.