Hunted

Prologue

The stars shone overhead, combining their glow with that of the much brighter and more powerful moonlight. Rhoan looked up at them and smiled, he knew all too well what it felt like to be outshone, to be seen as inadequate in the face of the brighter more powerful glow of others. He wondered if they ever got tired of it like he did, before he elevated himself to where he was now, he wondered if that was possible for them. He looked down and continued on his walk, casting them from his mind.

This place was really beautiful at night, all the lights and the people there made the city a spectacle. He turned into the park he so dearly loved to walk through at night, enjoying the quiet beauty of it all. He turned to go over the familiar little bridge that went over the pond where the ducks would be, his usual path before he would head home. Tonight, though, there was something unusual. A dark haired woman stood on the little bridge, looking into the water as if it held some secret she was trying to figure out.

"Hi." He said, walking to the foot of the bridge.

She looked up, her face donning lines of worry, "They're coming."

Confused, he started to ask what she meant but the words didn't leave his mouth. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and the world spiralled into darkness around him, but before it all went black, he saw someone wearing a vendetta mask under a black hoody standing over him.