Welcome to GCW!!! [O2A]

[phoenix]

It was a downpour. Heavy rain was falling during a stormy night. The light of the great city of Chicago were the only warm source during this cold night. Footsteps were heard in a dark back alley. Garbage were everywhere. There was only a scream heard. A woman scream. She was running away. Her now nude feet splashed puddles of water, trying to get away from this dark alley. The pursuers grabbed her, finally. They were five men, all dressed in black. The woman was about 30 years old. Her clothes were now soaked.

Footsteps were heard again. Water was splashed. Poor women. She was thrown to the concrete floor. Her scream was heard again. One of her knees was in blood. The five men laughed over her. They looked on her if she had any money. She managed to throw a kick towards them but they blocked it with ease and slapped her face violently. A dark shadow stepped forward in the dark. Holy a golden star was seen. The men turned around, surprised.

''ENOUGH!''

Echo was heard. Crows flew away. He stepped forward, not stopping.

''Who are you?! Don't step forward or we'll deal with you too man.''

He didn't stop and punched the first one in front of him. He was launched a meter away, landing on his back. The other took a defensive position, two of them had knives now.

''Call me... Golden Guardian.''

He grinned his teeth.

''You're not even golden, and you won't be alive soon either!''

He rushed towards Vayne!

''But I am a Guardian.''

The enemy received an uppercut and was launched far away too. Vayne stood there, with his 6'5'' muscular frame all hidden behind a dark outfit. Two others rushed towards the tall man with their knives. They gave him shots which he didn't evade. He was cut at two places on the torso. His armor wasn't on? Maybe it had weaknesses. Vayne didn't scream but he was overcome soon.

A few seconds after that, he had been cut at several places but most slashes were blocked by the armor. He pushed all the opponents away from him in a single powerful blow. The woman was there and she seemed to know Vayne. She expressed her feelings right away. She didn't notice enemies were still around?

''Is that... Nova?! Thank you so much for saving me! I knew you from when I was a teen!''

He turned his dark eyes to her.

''I'm always around, it seems.''

''Get away now.''

She stood up and ran away in the dark, trying to find a street. He was quickly surrounded again but he punched every opponents around violently. His fists were in blood, and so were the enemies jaws and mouths.

''Who the fuck is this?! Let's get the fuck outta here!!!''

They ran away. Vayne was near a big building. All of this made a lot of noise. His eyes became blurry. These cuts did good damage on him. He felt on the wet ground, his back against the wall of that great building. He stood near a door. He was hurt, but he saved someone. Behind his dark mask and attitude was someone the people of Chicago seemed to know...

Nova.

[phoenix]

His back was still against the wall of the big building behind him. His eyes were closing. He just saved someone from an horrible fate. There was just nothing else he could have done. He was now alone. Alone with his injuries. That was the price of being a hero. A dark one. The Guardian of Chicago some called him, but he was the one who didn't know.

The blood was coming out of his wounds, slowly. He was holding his side and he opened his eyes to look up in the dark skies of this stormy night. His heavy breathing were stopping, slowly too. His eyes noticed something... someone nearby. The blood from his wounds was stopping from coming out. His vision was less blurry.

''...''

He didn't speak. Someone was there, but who?

[Jack McArthur]

It was another typical night for Jack. Stumbling through the alley ways of Chicago, with a Fosters in his hand. Where was he going? He had no clue. It was another one of his midnight strolls, to anywhere around this city. It was a quiet and peaceful night, until Jack was swept off his feet, by a couple of men. His head smashed against the concrete floor, but luckily he was knocked out.

" What the bloody hell? "

Jack rolled on to his stomach. He watched the five men, all covered in blood, run down the alley way and into the darkness of the night. What the hell was happening around here? Was there another gang fight? Jack had no clue on what just happened, but he knew he was going to find out. He began to push himself off the cold, hard ground, and back on his feet. His drink was a waste now. Jack began to make his way down the ally way, ready to figure out what happened.

A few minute later, Jack stopped in the middle of the always. Blood stains were all over the place. He had found the area where the fight had happen. Jack took a deep breath in, and began to yell...

" Hello.....anyone out there? "

He waited for an answer.

[phoenix]

His eyes were now opened and his vision was not longer blurry. The heavy rain was still falling. It was falling on the bloodstains on the concrete floor. The stains were flowing away with the current and into the nearby sewer. Nova couldn't really speak. He felt his voice was not coming out. His health condition unknown to him. He couldn't stay there and do nothing.

''Yeah.''

His voice wasn't very loud, but he sounded like he was really... really tired.

[Jack McArthur]

Jack began to feel the rain drops run down his face. The blood began flowing into the sewers, making it hard for Jack to find anyone. He continued to knock over bins and boxes, trying to find someone, or maybe something. Nothing was there to be found, maybe someone wasn't left here to die. Fed up of kicking bins and boxes over, trying to find something that might of been there, Jack started to make his way back to the bar. That was until Jack stepped in to a deep puddle.

" Ahh....fuck. Just my lucky day. "

He was ankle high in water, but it wasn't all water. Jack look down at the puddle. There was another liquid substance, a red sort. Blood. Jack stepped out of the puddle, and noticed more blood, flowing down to where he was. The rain should of washed the blood away, but more and more still kept flowing down. Maybe someone was up there? There was only one way to find out, so Jack began to follow the stream of blood.

A couple of seconds later, Jack made it to the cause of all this blood. There sat a masked man, up against a wall. Jack just stood there in front of the injured man, with a confuse look upon his face. What was this man? Who wears a mask and armor at this hour of the night? Jack quickly dropped to his knees in front on the man. Jack's hands gripped his shoulders, gently.

" Hey mate, are you ok.? "

It was a stupid question that Jack asked, but it was first aid procedure.

[phoenix]

There was a flash in his head.He could only see a presence. It came from far away. Maybe from the Crystal Formation from Mount Olympus? The memory he witnessed at the time Jack touched his shoulder only made him remember one word... Well... Maybe two.

''The Void.''

He shook his head and and slowly try to stood up. After a hard try, he felt back on his ass on the wet ground. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Sick bastard was injured and was happy?!

''Just give me a few minutes.''

His head went to Jack's.

''Who are you?''

He was trying to stand up for the second time.

[Jack McArthur]

Jack watched the stranger trying to climb back up onto his feet. Could he feel anything? Could he feel the wounds all over his body? Jack stepped back on to his feet, looking down at injured person. He looked helpless from this angle, and Jack wasn't the best man for this scenario.

" My names Jack. "

Jack placed the stranger's arm around his shoulders, helping him stay up on the spot.

" You look like you need some help mate, let me take you to a hospital? "

Jack waited for an answer.

[phoenix]

Uh...

''I'm fine...''

''Thanks.''

His eyes went to his own feet. He was now standing. Damn, he looked odd. Very odd.

''I need help for two things however. I need know where I can find new clothes. And something else...''

''Where... is... GCW?''

Bold. Straight to what he's looking for in this town.

[Jack McArthur]

" Umm...cloths,...GCW? "

Jack could understand the strangers need for cloths, but what is GCW? He had heard these three letters before, coming from someone else's mouth, but where from. Jack rubbed his chin, as he looked down at the ground. GCW.....GCW.....GCW. The word kept on repeating and repeating through Jack's mind. He looked back up at the masked man in front of him.
" There is a cloths shop down that way. "

Jack pointed down the alley way.

" But for this GCW l can't really help you out with it mate. Maybe you could explain to me what it is. "