Black Eagle

Chapter:1 Starry Night

On a cold starry winter night. A lone figure stands on atop a hill over looking the city.

New York the city that never sleeps, a beast of human civilization. Loud, bright, and full of dreams. Yet full of pain, broken dreams, and sin.

The lone figure smiles as he can see his breath from the cold air.

"What a time to be alive." He said watching the city. "If only people see what my kind see. Tho maybe for the best most don't. After all most people hate life as it is." He laughs at his own bad joke. Throwing his head back.

"People are so fucking sheltered from their own world most of the time." He states as he continues to laugh hugging his stomach. "If only they knew of the monsters that lived in their very souls." He stopped laughing to look at the ground next to him.

"Maybe you understand me." The figure said as he looked sadly at the unmarked, made shifted grave.

"After all your soul seems to."
The boy kneels down touching the grass. Sighing he looks up at the starry night sky.
"Maybe the time for change is finally here. Maybe just maybe it's time for the new age of heroes."
He says with a big grin.

"Are you done being childish yet? Seriously, we don't have time to be fucking dramatic."  A voice says angrily in the night. Looking over his shoulder the boy sees his father walking toward him.

"Father, how are thou." The boy asked knowing it would piss him off.

"Very funny you little shit. You're so fucking funny." The man answered walking into the moonlight. The man, with his hands in his pockets, was tall maybe 6 or 6.5 in height. Tho not intimidating. His short jet black hair was messy. He wear a tuxedo with a loose tie. He was wearing a pissed off look.
"Relax will you." The boy said standing up facing his father.
"We are ahead of schedule. Or did you forget something in your old age?"

The boy laughed.The father scolded at him. 

"Nothing, I'm not forgetting shit. I'm worried about the body." The Father looked at the makedshifted grave.
"Maybe in the 75 plus years he's been dead. He maybe I don't know has gone bad."

This annoyed the boy.

"This was your plan you and your fucking visions." The boy said pissed off. "But if your so unsure maybe we should tell the Avengers or I know the sorcerer Supreme Doctor Strange. Yes and tell them we are up to so illegal magic shit. You know the kind to get us thrown into hell. The key thrown away and shit."

The Father looked at his son with his angry yellow eyes. But just sighed dropping his shoulders giving up.

"No, your right we.....we need to move on. Make sure everything is good and ready for his awakening."