Scarlet Dawn

Chapter 01: A New Beginning

The Silver Experience, an antique shop filled to the brim with silver wares, old muskets, and weirdly enough steam-powered gizmos. The owner of this shop happens to be a very charismatic gentleman with plans you don't want to know, fortunately for him this is where his plan comes into fruition. The sounds of the chime being rang by the door startles the man behind the desk.

"Wonderful day is it not?" Said the man behind the desk, as he stood up.

The customer saw that he was wearing a Victorian gentleman's outfit along with a fedora and a clean haircut. The man behind the desk looked at his silver pocket watch on his waist and was slightly surprised anyone would actually visit this early in an antique shop no less. The customer was wearing a hoodie and a black undershirt, had long hair and gave out an eerie aura. The customer gave a nod and proceeded to explore the shop. The customer looked around, and after a few minutes he was disappointed, as if he was expecting something out of an antique shop. The man behind the desk walked up to the customer to have a little chat.

"You seem a tad bit absent minded, prices aren't in your favor?" Said the man with laughter behind his voice.

Though quickly lost after the expressionless nod of the customer. As the customer was about to leave. He raised an eyebrow as he spots something that sparks his interest, a rifle.

"A long barrel flintlock rifle, with a heavy duty silencer, a short 5.50 bullet magazine, a butt pad made of synthetic rubber accompanied by a stock and pistol grip made of enhanced cinnabari, a leather cheek piece and a sterling silver bolt. What's this doing in an antique shop?" Said the customer as he giggled at the sight of the rifle.

A smile on his face slowly formed as he handled the rifle off the wall it was mounted on.

"Though for someone who knows what they're talking about, you seem rather young, but hey a customer is a customer. I dabble in the arts of weaponry every now and then. You would be surprised at what I have in the back." A smile on the man's face as he leads him to the counter.

"Will that be all?" As he finished the transaction.

A scream outside the shop interrupts the peace of the Silver Experience.

"Excuse me for a moment, but it seems that I have business to attend to out in the back. Though I do hope I see you again mister?" Said the man, as he brought out two silver gauntlets that were under the counter. And began walking to the back.

"Timothy, you?" He said as if hesitantly, but also casually. He looked at the man that was walking towards the exit.

"Splendid name! Mine's Windsor, Windsor Winchester." As Timothy saw him exit the shop, Windsor was replaced with a fog of what looked like smoke, covering the front of the shop.

As Timothy watched Windsor walk to the back of the shop, For a moment Timothy ignored the abrupt end of their exchanges, but a stream of clouds, as if a jet was soaring across the sky, caught his eye.

"Interesting." Timothy exclaimed. As he laid down his rifle next to his bag.

"Please I have a family, please don't hurt me!" In an alleyway. The woman screamed as she was getting robbed by a man with a knife.

"Give me all you've got, I want your money not your life but if you try to make a move I won't think twice." The robber shouted in nervousness. The hand that held the knife grew ever shaking the more the woman screamed.

"Now how is this fair? A knife to a fist fight, you're barely giving the lady anything to work with here." Windsor said smiling under his mask of steam, He slowly descended from the sky. With steam coming out of his gauntlets to provide stable flight. He stopped with inches left above the ground to land on his two feet to make a solid sound with the heels of his boots hitting land.