Avenger
Rain drizzled down the street, the streetlights above flickering like it was a scene from a horror movie.
Mist clinged lightly to the air, obscuring the view. If a monster jumped out of the shadows, it would not look out of place.
Green stumbled along with the weight on his back, following the cloaked figure in front of him. He was still feeling weak from his escape and his eyes were wide with confusion.
He remembered the cold grip of the peacekeeper cell. The feeling of not being able to access a single lick of his own vitality.
He remembered the moment his cell door creaked open and the masked figure walked in. At the time, he'd feared for his life and he didn't even know where he found the courage to ask, "who… who are you?"
"I.. am your salvation." An androgynous voice sounded from beneath the mask. "I… am Avenger."