(Twisted Fates) The Phantom

Chapter 3: Lost Wind

The Lost Wind Bar
10:11 PM

The worn door of the Lost Wind Bar swung open, and Luke stepped in. The rustic charm of the place enveloped him-the scent of aged wood and whiskey lingering in the air.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Luke spotted Brian at the corner, his fingers caressing the strings of an electric guitar. The melody echoed through the bar.

Brian began to speak up once he saw Luke enter the bar.

"Yeah! Yeah! That's right! Listen up! I know everyone in here knows how to mosh! Right?"

The entire crowd started roaring in cheers for Brian.

"That's what I like to hear! Brothers! All I ask is a little bit of hype while I play this next one!"

The moment that Brian slides his hand down the guitar to begin his next song, the bar erupts into chaos. Luke's eyes widen and he immediately is on his guard.

While the crowd starts all attacking each other, one charges at Luke with a shove. Luke moved out of the way, but that wasn't stopping the man. The man tried again and Luke kept moving out of the way.

"Quit it you prick!"

Luke said as he shoved the man backwards. The civilian was sent 20 feet backwards into the bigger crowd.

Luke looked down at his hands and then the man. He couldn't believe what he had done- this was unlike any sort of power he'd ever felt.

"OOOH! Shit!!" Brian yelled as he kept playing the guitar, upping the tempo and watching the fight.

The entire crowd saw what happens and started to charge at Luke with intent to try and bring him down.

"Woah woah! Hey!"

One swung a punch on him, hitting Luke in the face. In retaliation, Luke grabbed the man's arm and punched him back. This punch would send the man straight to the ground.

The rest of the crowd started coming at him, as a group. Luke went to charge his shoulder into them all, however- this action was going to go way more to plan than anticipated.

A purple aura was behind Luke as he was going at very high speeds. The unexpected burst of speed caused him to trip into a wall.

Luke turned around after flying into a wall to see the entire crowd had backed off- all of a sudden... Brian had stopped playing. The look on Brian's face was priceless, one of happiness and surprise.

Luke stood up off the ground and looked at everyone, his heart was beating a million miles an hour. He slowly backed away from everyone and to the back door.

"Well ladies and gentlemen! That looks like that's all I've got time for tonight. Thank you and goodnight!" Brian said.

Brian strapped his guitar to his back and followed Luke out the door.

As soon as the stepped outside Luke was on the ground in shock.

"What did you think about that, eh?" Brian asked.

Luke looked up at Brian. "What kind of shit was that?! You pitted the whole bar against me!"

Brian grinned.

"I think the correct words are, look who helped you discover you have super powers. Luke Miller... the ghost of Baltimore."

Brian offered him a hand off the ground.

Luke grabbed his hand and pulled himself up. "I see myself as more of a phantom actually."

"Call yourself whatever you damn well please, you are a legend now!" Brian said with excitement.

"So what now?" Luke asked.

Brian walked over to a newspaper dispenser near the curb and inserted 2 quarters, getting the most recent paper. He hands it Luke.

"I think you know exactly what you want to do."

Luke looks down at the paper, it says

City in Turmoil: The Anarchist Unleashes Chaos

Explosions Rock Downtown: Authorities on High Alert

Masked Marauder Targets Landmarks: Fear Grips Baltimore

Citizens Urged to Stay Indoors: A Night of Unprecedented Violence

A series of coordinated attacks by the infamous Anarchist rattles the city.

Explosions reported near downtown landmarks, including Miller Enterprises.

Law enforcement struggles to contain the chaos as the Anarchist remains at large.

Eyewitness accounts describe a masked figure wreaking havoc.

Emergency services overwhelmed; citizens advised to remain vigilant.

Luke takes a look at this paper before looking back to Brian.

"I think you may be right."

Brian laughs and walks to his car.

"Of course I am! Wright is my last name after all."

Luke rolls his eyes at Brian and holds the newspaper tight before walking to his own car.

Luke's Apartment
12:31 AM

Determined to confront the escalating chaos caused by the Anarchist, Luke returned to his apartment. The dimly lit room felt both familiar and charged with a newfound purpose. His eyes fixed on the family photos and his father's watch, he knew he had to act.

Rummaging through old boxes, Luke gathered materials-a sturdy jacket, a pair of gloves, and a mask. With a DIY spirit, he set to work, crafting a makeshift hero suit that would conceal his identity and provide some protection.

The city needed a defender, and Luke, now attired, felt a surge of resolve. Armed with determination and a desire to bring justice to Baltimore, The Phantom emerged from his apartment, ready to face the Anarchist.