Prologue

Inside a worn down building there was a young man sitting on a couch who was watching the television. With his chiseled face, blonde hair, and sky blue eyes, he was like a carving of the greek god Zeus. On the television, stood a well dressed lady in front of a mansion.

“Peace-Keepers have gone missing left and right for the past few weeks. Some say that they are dying because of their supposed power radiation. Others say that they’ve just been going into early retirement and are now in hiding...” a police officer walked out of the mansion and she scurried up to him while shoving her mic in his face.

“Sir! Do you know what has happened to the Mr. Hawkins?”

He looked at her for a split second and then covered the camera with his large palm. “No questions until further investigations are made.”

“That’s enough t.v. for today.”, the man turned off the television and walked towards the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom he put on a mask that looked like one of those plague doctor masks where there was a long beak protruding out of it. He then proceeded to put on a leather jacket before heading outside and taking a duffel bag. “Time for work.”

Once outside he made a sharp left turn at the corner of the block. After doing so he then made way towards an old warehouse that was even more tattered than building he just came from. Entering the abandoned place, he closed the gates after flipping a switch. He then turned on the lights to reveal someone tied down to a chair with a bag over their head. 

He crept towards the person he put down the duffel bag next to the chair and slowly crept his hand to remove the bag. Then as he took it off quickly, he revealed the person to be a pretty, middle aged woman whose makeup was messy from crying, her long brown hair all messy from the rough handling by the young man. Her mouth was gagged with a black piece of cloth. 

Wow….I thought she used a lot of makeup on t.v. but….Whatever, I’m not here to judge her on looks.

“Oh! Why hello there! It’s such a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Krowley.”

“Mmmph Mmmph Hmmm”, Mrs. Krowley however shook about, the piece of cloth muffling her words. 

“Oh what’s that? Sorry, here let me get that for you.”, he took out a knife and cut the piece of cloth on her mouth. “There, now isn’t that better?”

The woman immediately spat in his face and shouted. 

“Let go of me you sadistic bastard! Or my husbands gonna fucking kill you!”

“Well, that was rude.”, he took out a napkin and wiped his mask with it. “You’re lucky that I’m wearing a mask. Otherwise, I don’t think I could’ve kept my composure Mrs. Krowley.”

“Composure? Ha! You think that just because you put on a polite tone you’re a gentleman? You’re all just the same to me, sadistic cowards who don’t know how to face people head on.”

“Whoa there Mrs. Krowley. Getting a little ahead of ourselves aren’t we? I haven’t even done anything to you and yet you’re assuming that I’m even going to. Isn’t that a little presumptuous?”

“You just kidnapped me dumbass. How does that not count as ‘doing something’.”

The young man just chuckles and goes through his duffel bag and takes out a saw blade. 

“Well, enough talk. Let's go down to business shall we?” 

“D-do you think that scares me?”, Mrs. Krowley tried to sound tough but failed to do so and ended up sounding frightened, despite what she said earlier.

“No…” He twirls the knife in front of her face. “I think it’s going to kill you.”

She screamed as he grabbed hold of her. 

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At the front of the worn down warehouse, a middle aged man was standing. He had his black hair slicked back and stood tall with a fancy suit on. He had brass knuckles on his fists that spelled out justice on the surfaces. 

He raised his leg and kicked a giant hole in the gate. The hole was just large enough so that he could walk in.

“...You know there’s this thing called knocking don’t you? One would think that the great Adam Krowley would have manners.”

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Adam just stares at the masked man angrily and slowly stepped towards him with a bit of jagger in his walk. “There’s also this thing called NOT KIDNAPPING SOMEONE'S WIFE YOU PSYCHOTIC BASTARD!” 

Adam sped up out of nowhere and at an inhuman speed he instantly arrived in front of the masked man, grasped his neck and choked him.

“WHERE IS SHE!” Adam said with a booming voice.

The masked man just laughed while taking out a remote. Adam thought it was a trap and was ready to escape in case of an explosion, but instead, when the masked individual pressed the button Adam heard a click* from above. A compartment in the ceiling opened up and a blurry object fell, hanging from a rope. The object drops and bounces while tied to the rope. When it finally stopped bouncing, Adam saw it clearly. It was the severed head of his wife. 

He saw the horrified expression on his wife, the mascara wetted from the tears, and her eyes wide open. 

“Why don’t-Aghk...you...say hi? Hehehe. Sorry, but she was getting a little a-HEAD of herself, hahahahahahaHAHA!”

Adam stared blankly at the severed head of his wife and was in total shock. 

"Wh-Agh-at? Can’t take a joke? Heheheh...” 

But shock turned into extreme anger as his grip on the masked man’s neck tightened.

“H-hey, s-stop it...I-Argh thought...you didn’t kill…,” those were the young man's final words before his neck snapped.

Adam dropped the body and inched towards the severed head. He removed it from the sharp object. His hands shook as he slowly sank down to the ground and sat on his knees with his wife's head on his lap. Tears ran down his face.

“No….no….no….god….dammit.”

But as he was mourning the loss of his wife, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a knife blade protruding out of the left side of his chest. He gasped and dropped his wife's head. While clutching his chest he turned around to see the masked man standing straight up.

“Wh-what…..H-how..aggh...are...you still alive?”

The young man smiled underneath his mask and took out a second knife and threw it straight at Adams clutching hand. Adam grunted and tried to dodge but couldn’t.

“Surprise surprise! What? Not happy to see me? Well isn’t that too fucking bad! Hehehehe Hahahahah HAHAHAhaha!”

Adam glared at the man until he had a sudden realization and opened his mouth in shock.

“Y-you’re….a R-Regenerator?!”, he gurgled his words slightly.

“Oh so you do remember us! I feel honored! Though, you’re probably not feeling so good right now are you? Yeah, probably that regret for not being able to kill us all off isn’t it? Well tough shit, you didn’t, so here you are, dying. And here I am, laughing. Ha ha hah hah hah hah ha!”

"W-what..makes you think tha-Aaaaahhhh!”, Adam was interrupted by a burning sensation all throughout his body and clenched his teeth in agony.

“Well I don’t think anything really. I just wanna find all of you murderers and either kill you or….someone you love. Usually both.”, the man rolled up his sleeve and checked for the time. “It also looks like your times up, what with the poison taking effect right about now.” 

Adam glared at him and took out his phone, only to have it kicked out of his hand.

“Did you really think you could pull a fast one on me? Besides, that poison’s gonna eat you from the inside and dissolve your body like gelatin,” he turned around and began walking away. 

“Sleep tight now, you’re gonna need it after what you’re gonna go through,” that was the last thing Adam heard when the man walked out of the hole.

The young man took off his mask after walking out of the warehouse and put it in his pocket. He then took out a small notebook full of names with some crossed out and some not. He crossed out the name Adam Krowley.

“Alright then, who’s next?”

-Prologue Fin.