Nighttime. Paradise for nightmares, luxury for ghosts, and- wait. What was HE doing here??
Shrouded in darkness and shielded with terror, the spy fearlessly leaped from the skyscraper to the shadowy alley, accompanied only by the ghastly moon and his pursuing enemies: The Blood Rippers. While sprinting across the road, he ran through his instructions given from his boss, Shadow, in his head.
1) Retrieve the Emerald Artifact and bring it back to headquarters.
2) See Step 1.
Oddly short and specific instructions. Yet Shadow had neglected to leave out a teensy piece of information: The Blood Rippers were also after the Emerald Artifact, and they were merciless, cold-blooded, soul sucking murderers, as their name suggested. The artifact that the spy and The Blood Rippers were after could change the fate of the world: tilting and revolving the earth to an immoderate level, so devastating that literally turning the first knob on the artifact (there were three knobs in total) could send the earth flying off course and hurl it directly towards the sun. So was it important that The Blood Rippers didn’t get their grubby little hands on it? Just a bit!
As the spy was thinking these thoughts and chuckling a rather dark chuckle, he noticed that he had no clue where the artifact was, and The Blood Rippers had changed their path from pursuing him to sprinting after a faint green light whisking around this pathetic, abandoned city. The spy started to sidetrack his original path (to head straight for the teleportation device) and instead creeped up onto a building where he could get a clear view of The Blood Rippers and the faint, shimmering light. As he was scaling the smooth, vertical surface, he saw that the light was getting brighter and brighter. He gritted his teeth and climbed faster, scuttling faster than Spider-Man. At last his excruciating work paid off and he reached the top of the building successfully. He peered over the edge of the balcony and almost gasped out loud.
The Blood Rippers had gained control of the artifact and were now going to manipulate it in their power! He knew something must be done. He took out his dagger, only to find that the blade was dull. He took out his can of pepper spray, only to find that it was empty. He took out his whip, only to find that it was actually his scarf. He racked his brain for a solution, and finally extracted one that was not a solution but more like a suicidal plan.
He did it anyway.
And he was going to fight for his life or die trying.
End of Chapter 1: The Spy