The sun was out, the sky was a beautiful shade of blue, the clouds seemed to dance in the wind. It was a beautiful day in Fortun yet again. Fortun, formerly known as Section A, is the most popular city in the country. Many people come to Fortun because of its clear skies and its popularity with heroes.
The city building with massive screens displayed a man so beautiful one could even call him an angel. His beautiful, pure white wings in the background with feathers all around. His slender, pale hands holding a promotional product that was overshadowed by the angelic man in front.
Lucian, 24 years old. S Rank hero. Hero name: Angel shot. The city's biggest pride and joy, the charming young prodigy, the literal angel and successor of the .H.A, Lucian Ferin. He's the number 1 hero both in the city and the country. Not only is he gifted in looks, but he's extremely talented in both intelligence and skill. His ability allows him to fly using his wings, his speed increased by almost 10 fold and not to mention his telekinesis, allowing him to make objects and people float by his will.
He was truly the picture-perfect hero, the perfect human being, a young man with the whole future paved out for him.. Unfortunately for him, he's absolutely batshit crazy for one single person. Adrian.
Lucian and Adrain have been childhood friends for years, but unfortunately for Adrain, he was everything Lucian wasn't. His childhood was filled with trauma, people relentlessly bullying him, his parents abandoning and selling off their own son. The family he was sold off to cut his finger off at one point.
Lucian, of course, stood up for him, but it was too late by then. Adrain was already lost within himself. Lost in grief, pain, anger... And with that, Adrain disappeared, leaving Lucian behind with nothing to remember him by.
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Clank! The sound of handcuffed closing was a distinct sound I couldn't ever forget. How many times have I heard that sound? At this point, I could probably make the noise myself.
The sound of footsteps could be heard from behind me. I don't even need to turn around to know who it is. S Rank hero, Top 3 in the city, 28 years old, Isao Shogun. Hero name: Shogun. Ability: ?? He's the last person I want to see right now, but what could I do, kill him? As if.
"I'll take it from here, A" That damn nickname.. It was barely even a nickname, it was just a damn letter. He always conveniently appears after I finish arresting villains. The one thing I can be grateful for is the fact he always keeps the news crew away from me. I know damn well it's not from the kindness of his heart though.
"A.." He was probably ordered by the higher ups to keep people like that away from me because "Ang.." they knew I wasn't the angel people thought I was. "Ange.." All those greedy bastards in the .H.A only care about reputation. When I take over, I'll be sure to fire those idiots.
"ANGEL SHOT!" Shogun shouted. "Are you even listening right now?" This damn-.. All I could do is sigh as the news crew started rushing over the second the danger was over. I was already in a bad mood considering these idiot villains decided to make my life more annoying. Did those idiots with pathetic abilities really think they could stand against any hero here? God.. And this Shogun asshole..
"I'm saying that-" I cut off the damn bitch and shot him a glare. "Shut it" And with that, I flew off. To be honest, it was a bit satisfying to see that idiot get swarmed by people holding microphones and cameras. Well deserved I must say.
The sky was always a place I went to calm down. It's a place no one can reach, a quiet place that's always welcoming. I still remember the day I took Adrain up in the sky, beyond the clouds. He was so amazed at how high I could fly that he didn't even think about the fact he might fall. The sky is truly a beautiful, peaceful place—
CRASH!
What the hell was that?.. It's like as if I've been shot. Before I even realized what had happened, I was already on the ground, the concrete below me cracked. Thankfully, my telekinesis automatically saved me, purely out of reflex. "Who.. Are you"
Name: ??? Ability: ??? Appears to be A Rank or higher. Long black silky hair in a braid reaching down to his knees. A black coat with blue inner lining. A white collared shirt with a black suit vest. A face covered with nothing but a gas mask. His stance elegant yet threatening.
I've never met someone who could knock me to the ground with just a single hit. Whoever this guy was and whatever ability he had.. It could seriously be annoying. "My name?.. Take a guess or tell me yours." His voice was deep, muffled by the gas mask. Just who was this guy? Seriously. "Angel shot. That's mine, now tell me yours." I stood up, trying to size up to him, but we were awkwardly the same height.
"Angel shot? Like the drink?" He almost started to laugh, bringing his hand to what I assume would be his mouth. I could practically see a smile behind his mask. "Okay, then I'll be Angel dust. What other better combination is there than drugs and alcohol?" This guy… Did he seriously just make a name up on the spot?