Chapter 0 – Prelude

It was cold. Not too cold, that the breath formed clouds as Fiona waited on the roof, but cold enough that she wished she had worn another top, as well as her light leather jacket. He was late, and she hated waiting. Not only because it was cold, but because waiting on a roof of her apartment building just makes her look silly. Well, that’s what she told her self. The truth was she just didn’t want to see him. Not after what happened.  Shaking her head, to try and displace the images in her mind, she turned to look over the city. I was almost peaceful look. Its bright lights shining like torches piercing the night air. But she knew the truth; the city was not peaceful at all.

It was close to breaking point. All it would take would be for one little thing, one small event to push it into chaos; A chaos of which the city hadn’t seen since the days of the war.

 

Pacing back and forth she waited.
What’s taking him so long?

She thought, looking at her watch, it was well past ten now, and she had been waiting for over half an hour. She wanted to call it quits there and then, but she had obligations to meet him, ever if she didn’t want to. She’d wait. But for how much longer she didn’t know.
A slight wind picked up, blowing in from the city, and a sent came with it. She turned to the city and closing her eyes to soak in the sent she focused, she knew the smell, the smell of burning was in the air. Fiona’s eyes went wide as the smell filled her noise and the thought filled her mind.

No! It’s already begun.

 

“So you’ve noticed to then?”

A dark brooding voice came from behind, and startled her. She spun on the spot to face the bearer of the voice. She was not surprised, for she knew the voice, and only he could ever sneak up on her. That and he was running forty three minutes late.

“What took you so long?” she asked in an almost angry let uneasy tone as she stared at him. He looked like hell. Not that he didn’t normally but now he looked worst then ever. His clothes were a mess, his goggles smashed and cuts along one side of his face. His ‘power suite’, a purpose build piece of black armour around his chest, looked like it had been bashed and slashed as well as burnt to the point that any 2-bit dinner would be happy to call it well done and his coat was still smouldering.

So much for super heroes holding their own.
He glared at her, and the two held each others eyes for a time. Then the words came.

“It’s here. The chaos we’ve fought so long and hard to prevent has finally arrived.”

His voice almost sounded pained.

Fiona looked at him, then turned back to view the city, it still looked peaceful.

“So what are we talking about?” her voice in comparison to his was cam and more sure. “A couple of riots? A superpower or two?”

“Not quite,” He said walking over to stand beside her as she stared out over the city like its protector. “But we knew this was coming, ever since we…”

“Stop right there” her voice was boomed over his, and he went silent. She knew what he was about to say, and she agreed with it but it didn’t mean she had to hear it be said.

An uneasy silence fell over them, as both just stood watching the city at night. It wouldn’t last. The faint sounds of sirens came over the air, then suddenly a flash of crimson light followed by an almost defying boom,

Fiona unfolded her arms, walked to the edge of the roof. 
It was time for them to go to work.

She let her self smile,

At least I won’t be cold.

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