The Fall

Prologue

Date: 12/27/45; Ten years after The Fall.

Location: a bar in a small town in Siberia, Russia.

A man walked into the bar. There weren't that many people maybe five tops counting the bartender and chef. The man looked as if he was there to kill someone or to take someone in. In the times the people of this world live a war is going on. WWlll as most people call it. In this time life was hard and it just keeps getting worse from there. The man was a keeper, the police of Europe,who was looking for who is known as probably the last known American alive. The American was an ex-CIA operative who could've stopped the Fall. The keeper was sent by Great Britain higher-ups to bring him in and put this man on trial for mass genocide and war crimes against the Allie's.

A man sat at the bar, hoping to be blackout drunk in the next hour to try and forget about his problems, to try and make the pain go away to try and forget what he has done. To forget about the role he played as just a puppet in a play of treason. The crimes he has committed, the millions of lives that have been lost to the blank space of nothingness known as death. They haunt him every night. Every night he wakes up knowing that it is his fault that over 3.7 billion people are dead because of him, because of one fatal flaw he missed caused so much he contemplates if he should end it all to make it all go away. But he can't, he won't, he deserves all the pain he has received, he doesn't deserve an easy way out. So all he can do is drink until there is nothing left at all.

As the keeper walked up to the bar, he asked the bartender for some water. All the bartender did was laugh, mumble something in Russian, and past a shot of vodka. As the man sat down next to the ex-CIA operative (no one actually knows he's an ex-CIA operative except for the man) and passes him a file named The Fall.

“What's this for?” asked the ex-CIA operative. “You know what it's for Alexander Prescott.” says the keeper. “Haven't heard that name in awhile. So what do you want to know?” says Prescott. “The truth about The Fall, I want to know why you could've stopped it, but why you didn't.” “Well to know the story you need to know my story. It starts in a small town in Arizona, Sedona.”