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(This is how the book opens, before Chapter 1, I placed a scene from the end of the book. The hero, Ben Jackson, is looking out over Crimson City- from the ruins of the newly raided government building after a "successful" campaign against an oppressive Totalitarian reign over the city. His friend, and fellow freedom fighter, Hookshot stands near his side as they look at the chaos that has erupted in the streets because of the campaign)
Forward-
There I stood on the brink, starring into the abyss of humanity. What we had been fighting for, could it all have been a lie? With the events that have transpired, I wish this were not reality. But I know that this is the real world. My eyes pain my heart to no end, but I know this harsh reality to be the truth. I fell to one knee as I looked over the chaos I’d brought to Crimson City. Hookshot saw my despair and offered some sort of encouragement.
“It’s over Ben, it’s finally over. We’re safe now, we can-“
“No, it is not over. Until the citizens of Crimson City can walk the streets safely, and not be walking through a warzone…the chaos I’ve created in my wake, my mission will not be over. Until every man woman and child can look into my eyes and know that they are finally free from the grips of evil and fear, my mission will continue.” I interrupted Hookshot, though I’d think it would be good to be positive in times such as these, I had no interest in such false words. They were hollow and sounded as if spoken into a vacuum.
“My mission must continue, even if I must do it alone, I will be damned before I quit. I will bring peace to the people!” I looked back at Hook, who weighed my words on his mind, thinking about what I’ve said. I could see it in his face; the way he looked towards his feet, rifle uneasily resting beneath his palm, my words rung true. After a few moments of silence; Grunt, Hardwire and a few other freedom fighters entered the room. Hook threw his rifle across his shoulders, resting his arms upon it and asked,
“So, when do we move out?”
I looked back at him and the others battered by the long campaign, yet still a defiant look in their eyes. They were ready to follow me into the furnace, which was a good thing…it’s where we were headed next.
“Hardwire- radio for evac. We move, Under the Crimson Sun.”
