When angels die

The beginning

   Our story begins with Quentin, a boy who was utterly clueless about the world right in front of his eyes.

    Yet, all heroes need a beginning, so here it is.

   Quentin was walking down the street, hopping over cracked pavement and rubble that was strewn around. This wasn't that uncommon, as his neighborhood was not famous for being an "up and coming" part of town. 

   No, this part of town was not one for the postcards, nor was it a tourist magnet. The dark and gritty side of humanity lived here, soulless eyes peered out at any passersby, and kids with guns and broken toys run rampant in the streets. Drugs were just a seasoning on the cesspool of strange and downright terrifying things that would occur everyday. 

   But Quentin didn't mind this, he found that the people brought character and personality into the city. Quentin was also an idiot when it came to common sense and general self safety. Always the optimist, he tried to find the sparkle in the grime when it came to the drug addicts and criminals that wandered his street. 

   He really wouldn't have survived had it not been for his friend Griffon, a middle class boy with an allowance bigger than Quentin's rent. In reality, he had raised the boy for years now, giving him money when he needed it, and being a shoulder to cry on as well. 

   The two were inseparable, and had stayed that way even through high school. While in class, they were always sitting next to each other, and lunches were spent in the library so that no one would bother them. They were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together, and were content on being alone together. 

   Yet this was one of the rare times when they would be separated, and Quentin found himself walking home by himself after Griffon had gone on a field trip. Griffon would be home by the time Quintin showed up at his door however, so he had nothing to really worry about. 

   Thinking about some new video games that he hoped to save up for, Quentin's foot caught on something hard and sharp, causing himself to fall onto the pavement. Cursing, he clutched his arm, which was bleeding profusely, and pulled himself up to look at what he had tripped on. A rather strange mask was sitting on the pavement, and it looked as if it were from another time, or dimension. 

   Metal was bolted together with visible hurry, and sharp pieces stuck out at odd angles. The mask looked as though it would be the most uncomfortable, and downright painful thing to put on one's face. It covered the majority of the skull too, with a small opening on the neck to put the head in. It was like a helmet that was custom fitted to someone's face. 

   Quentin grabbed ahold of the mask, and was shocked at how heavy it was. He got up, and began walking to Griffon's house with a much faster pace. 

A/N So this a rewrite! I recovered my account after two whole years of inactivity!!! Hopefully this is better than the insufferable crap I wrote back then. Thank you for reading my silly little story :D