Lost Crimson

Prologue

???'s P.O.V.

It was just after midday. I decided to take a different trail than usual. Crossing between the decent parts of town and the parts where the crack dealers, gang members, and dope dealers lived, suspecting it to be faster since I was already in a rush. The distance between the two was shorter than most people would think.

It's been a long time since I've seen tourists running throughout the city hoping to get the next big sale, the shops selling their clothes for thousands of dollars on hand, or cafes with their expensive coffees (that wasn't even that good). It's even been a while since I've seen the dumb lottery tickets that people would spend hundreds on from pretty much any gas station, hoping to finally win and become rich.

On the coast of Newvale, you could see one of its greatest landmarks the Blackton mountains. Now replaced by the Seventh Sanctum, where our so-called protectors call home. But besides being a marvel of architectural design, outfitted with a missile defense system, and when that didn't work it had a forcefield that is said to fend off any attack. Even with all this, the townspeople never felt less safe.

If you headed south from the docks, you'd find yourself standing in front of one of the Anonymous safe houses, one of the gangs in charge of the city. Though most people don't know it at first glance until it's too late. The city had dried up most of its resources and whatever hasn't is being fought over between the gangs and the seventh sanctum.

It was like this for a while until the inhumans, people with powers, came to be. Most inhumans joined the seventh sanctum to wipe out the gangs. While others joined in on the crime, forming teams of their own or taking over local gangs. Some stayed neutral in hopes of living out their lives as normally as possible.

Just moving from one block to another, you could see the changes in the areas. As I made my way through the city, I could see the quality of my surroundings drastically decline with each step. The only people on the streets were either drunk, unconscious, whores or gang members, it was sickening. I stopped in front of a warehouse where three men approached me.

"You lost or something, or are you just stupid?" one of the men asked with a dumb look on his face, maybe happy to have something to do.

"Quiet, huh? 'Cause I thought I just heard him ask you a question", another man asked with that same stupid look as they stopped a few feet in front of me.

"Move," I advised them, ignoring everything the two men just said.

"What was that? This is our turf your best to whatcha, what you say", the third man started putting in his two cents so he didn't look weak in front of the others, then pulled out a switchblade and extended it. To enforce it.

I'm guessing they didn't know who I was, either their boss only told a select few of them, or he didn't take me seriously enough to tell anyone. Either way, it sucked for them.

I let out a sigh. "I don't have time for this," I hold out my hand, firing out a wave of flames that sent the three flying through the doors behind them. Then casually stubbing my hands in my pockets and made my way inside.

"So you finally made it," I heard a voice yell as a tanker came flying towards me exploding on impact as it collided with the ground. Flaming metal was sent flying around the entrance of the building, leaving trails of flames scattered around in its wake, and the screams of the men that I had just blasted through the door, showing his men he cared nothing about their lives and well-being.

"And now you're dead, see men I told you it would be child's play. Now someone put out those flames before they spread," the man said, trying to reassure his men while also showing his power for anyone else who opposes.