chapter 1: The shadow

Chapter 1: The Shadow

Year 2017, in the city of Lucas in USA, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, a sense of tranquility settled over the bustling streets. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of street food and freshly brewed coffee. But as night descended, the city transformed into a haven for criminals. The once-peaceful streets became a battleground, where the innocent were preyed upon.

On this fateful night, a young girl named Catalina found herself being chased by a group of ten men. They were a rough-looking bunch, with scarred faces and tattered clothes. They had been following her for blocks, their footsteps echoing off the buildings as they gained ground. Catalina ran with all her might, her feet pounding the pavement, but her pursuers were relentless.

As she turned a corner, she stumbled and fell, her body scraping against the rough ground. The men closed in, their eyes gleaming with malice. Catalina screamed for help, but her cries were drowned out by the sounds of the city, but no one came to her aid.

Just as all hope seemed lost, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was a towering man, clad in a black metallic suit, with a helmet that obscured his face. The suit was adorned with gadgets and weapons, and the man moved with a fluidity that belied his bulk. He was known as Eagle Flame, a vigilante who stalked the streets at night, meting out justice to those who had escaped the law.

With a swift motion, Eagle Flame dispatched the men, his movements a blur as he took down his opponents with ease. He moved with a precision that was both beautiful and deadly, his fists flying in a whirlwind of punches and kicks. The men didn't stand a chance, and soon they lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain.

Catalina watched in awe, her fear giving way to gratitude. She had never seen anyone move like that before. Eagle Flame was like a dark angel, descended from the heavens to mete out justice.

As the last man fell, Eagle Flame turned to her and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Catalina," she stammered, still shaken.

"Leave now, it's not safe here," he warned, before turning and disappearing into the night.

Catalina didn't need to be told twice. She fled the scene, her heart still racing from the encounter. She didn't know who he was or where he came from, but she knew she owed him her life.

As she vanished into the crowd, Eagle Flame remained, a shadowy figure, watching over the city, ever vigilant, always ready to strike. He was a ghost, a myth, a legend, but to those who knew him, he was a hero.