And it begins again: (Dec 2018)

https://medium.com/@karasoth/and-it-begins-again-663549f679ce

I believe the only way to make a lasting a full social change is through fiction and stories. People need to dream of a world that is different and new before they can make changes. Fantasy gives us hope to make a world for us to live in. And thats why I have tried and tried to write. I normally crash after the first draft. But I am starting a new project. So this is the first scene of that first draft.

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The city was abuzz with activity. The police were on high alert and the deputy commissioner was speaking with the press. What the normal eye could see was already extracted from the dark alley. But there were two who remained behind. “I know he was your friend so I figured I would let you in on it first.” The woman with raven black hair spoke. Her White costume cutting through the night. She was tall and a striking figure. Her form was both classical in its cut as well as atheletic. “Thank you.” a voice from under the black cloak speaks. Only the eyes of gold cut through it and into the night. The cloaked man feels the dirt in his hand and takes a moment to sniff it.
“Something like us?” The woman nods “About what I figured. I can track something like this normally but he isn’t using natural tricks to hide or run.”The cloaked figure stood up and nodded. “And you smelled what the robot used on him.” She folds her arms and nods “It was brass and chrome and shiney. Any of the mad science set could have made it. But whomever did knew who he actually was.” She looked around for a moment her own eyes taking in the fullness of the night before continuing. “So that means its a kid of some one or some one decided to break the covenant.” He nods and takes off his hood. His red hair stands out from his dark olive skin. “ His face was rugged and worn and his bones marked the face of a man of breeding and distinction. And it doesn’t seem like one of mine or one of yours. Could be one of his.” The woman nods to him in the affirmative.
“ Do you want a piece of him?” He asked her looking her over for a moment and she shook her head. “ The life we live now doesn’t need to be broken and your a friend of his and you have the particular set of skills we need to track it down. I can’t tell you if the scent goes to the robot or not. I wasn’t here for that.” He nods and pulls his hood back “If its one of yours?” She grins “Well….if its one of mine while I have no claim to justice on most of them I don’t think anyone would bat an eye about a traitor to the covenant getting justice from you. Especially if no one has to know.” She calls down a White Falcon from the sky she stares into its eyes for a moment and nods before sending it up into the sky again. The bird fades into the blackness of the night then vanishes. She draws her own hood and cowl back on. The man in black nods in respect to her “Sanufalk.” She smiles at him “Night Dragon.” As she ran into the night the dogs and cats stray on the street followed her in kind. Night Dragon lept into the sky landing on top of the first building he could reach. He ran leaping from building to building following the footsteps that the scent showed him on the ground. The smell was salty and swampy, like a bog of a place of death. He had smelled such things before.
He would call forth a collapsible rod and a grapple as he needed them to make his way from building to building. The scent was like his own. Crossing from darkness to darkness almost out of instinct. He knew the paths of the darkness in his city better then most. And he remembered when he first crossed them. The kid is new to the shadows and darkness, that much was clear to him. But the darkness was instinctive in his mind, likely in his blood. He began to run through names as he continued with his pursuit. He saw an opening and jumped ahead of his prey. He knows where the shadows and darkness would lead him. So he could ambush his prey by getting there first.
The warehouse was one of many graves for the old newspapers that once were beacons of truth in the cities. He took into the shadows of the building and waited. He heard the breaths getting heavier and more rapid as his prey approached. The man who came in through the darkness stood a strong height but was of lean build. He was wearing black denim and leather. He could hear his heart and its rapid beat before his eyes made their target.

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More to come as I do more scenes.

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