Wing of a Krowe

Ch. 1- Stuntman

My name is Jon Krowe. My family is one of the richest families in the world, let alone the United States. I was raised to become either a scientist like my mother or a high tech weapons manufacturer like my father, but I became neither. I chose to become a stuntman, and slowly became the best. My stage name was given to me by my parents, who surprisingly accepted my career choice. I am known as the Flying Krowe.

I once jumped off a seven story building with no harness and only a grappling hook designed by my father. I shot the hook out at the last second and was able to survive the fall due to the large amount of planning I had done before hand. This stunt though; this stunt was different. I would ride a motorcycle, provided to me by my family's rival the Hawkes, up a fifty feet tall ramp and jump over the Krowe River to the other side.

This would of been completely normal for me, if the cycle had been an ordinary cycle. This cycle had been rigged to explode once I landed on the other side of the river. I had been warned that this might happen, and I even planned what I would do next. I started the cycle and went at full speed towards the ramp. Once I was airborne I acted as if I had lost my grip and fell off the cycle into the river below. I could hear the bike explode as I landed in the cold, rough water.

I was slowly begin to fade from consciousness as I went deeper and deeper into the river. Luckily I had this planned out. My father was to send one of his personal armored combat suits, p.a.c.s for short, to take me out of the water before I drowned, but the suit never came. I had to swim to surface myself in a weakened state. I barely made it the surface and began to swim to a less populated region of the shore.

The fire from the cycle burned brighter with each passing moment. Now that none of the p.a.c.s were online nothing would be coming to the city's aid. I had made it to shore and begin sneaking my way around the city, avoiding anyone that crossed my path.

I made it and I now I stand here, the entrance to my family home watching as it burns to the ground. I clenched my fists in pure rage knowing full well who did this. "Hawke!" I knew the Hawke family had rigged this entire light show. They tried to kill me and now killed everyone within the family house. Only a few of us Krowes remained after that. The house was home to everyone in the family, as it had been for the last two hundred years when my family founded this city.

I pulled a small black box out of my pocket. My families communicator. Everyone in the family was given one at the age of fifteen to ensure their safety. With our kind of wealth comes those who want to take it for themselves. I placed my thumb on the top of the box and it opened up to reveal the holoprojector inside. "Locate any remaining Krowes and send them this message, gather at the nest by midnight tonight." The communicator sent the message instantly to all Krowes still alive. The communicator could tell if any member of the family was dead or alive by using a network of vital scanners hidden under the city.

Midnight came and only five others showed up at the nest. The nest was the name given to a secret base my family hid under the city when it was first founded. The five that showed up were young. The oldest, me, was twenty-one, while the youngest was fifteen. All of the other family members had been killed by the fires and explosions.

"I take it you already know why I called you here, right?" They all nodded, too scared to say any words. "We to fight back, but first we need to prepare ourselves. We will be divided into three teams of two. You must always have your partner's back. Now let's get us some weapons."