[Black Dusk]

Sion continued to stare out of his window aimlessly. He waited calmly, the strange sensation was all the warning he needed to be prepared, but for what? to wait for his next duty? He could save people, or the world, but what would it really achieve? In the end he'd still be left with the ghosts from his past and nobody beside him. His soul was not alone, but in life he walked alone.

A sound began to ring, a siren which managed to push Sion's crisis to the back of his mind, though he knew it would never go away. It was clearly an important siren, and while he was unsure of what it was trying to signal, he was sure that it was important that he would be needed. He lifted his depressed body from his bed, and began to wander out of his room and out of his dwelling.

As he reached the door to the world that lay beyond, he passed a room, although it was empty it was the most important room to him. With consideration he stepped away from the door, and entered the room. Inside the room were only two mirrors, angled so that if Sion stood in the center of the room he could see his reflection in both mirrors, but Sion never saw his reflection in these mirrors. To the left Sion saw a figure in light clothing emitting a bright aura, with a face that resembled his own though younger. To his right he saw an intimidating figure, and a powerful dark aura that made it almost impossible to distinguish any features.

"Brother, people are in danger, let us go forth together and defend the innocent." A voice spoke to his left with a pure euphoria
"And bring me the blood of guilty" a voice spoke to his right, with a sinister joy
"And I'm still left in between." Sion muttered to them as he walked out of the room and out of the house.

The streets were empty, the only sound to be heard was the constant siren and the footsteps of Sion. As he wandered about the streets the siren became louder and more significant, then it struck him. It was coming from the monolith from the center of the town. Having understood the signal, he felt a sense of urgency and began to run towards the center of the town.

It hadn't taken him long to reach the center of the town, but at first he felt slightly overwhelmed at the size of the complex monolith. Although he had been in the town for sometime he had not been so close to the feature which was the foundation of the town. As he looked about he discovered something disturbing. From what he assumed to be guard posts dead bodies were lying about, and blood stained the ground and walls. "What the hell is going on?" he thought to himself. Before he had anymore time to think, his senses told him he was no longer alone.

Casually walking towards him were a handful of what he assumed to be prisoners, but deep inside these men burned an evil aura, something unnatural for normal people. They smiled in a sinister way, then charged towards Sion. One was armed with a steel rod, another with a sword and a third with brass knuckles. The prisoner with the rod was the first to reach him, he swung his weapon Sidewards towards Sion's ribs. As Sion dodged the blow he continued his assualt by swinging downwards at Sion's head, with force Sion caught the rod inches before his head. "That's strange, he's too fast and too skilled for an average prisoner" Sion thought. Sion lowered the rod to chest level, then stepped forward to slightly close the gap between the man and himself. He then launched 2 quick kicks to his knee and his stomach, the prisoner weakened, then Sion released his grip and swung his reverse leg into the face of the man. As he fell to the ground the knuckled prisoner lept forward and swung a fist wildly towards Sion. Still trying to regain his balance from his kick, Sion attempted to push himself back, but he was too slow and the blow landed in his stomach. The blow rattled Sion and sent him back, with that the third prisoner stept forward and swung his sword towards Sion's neck. Seconds before the blade pierced his skin, his arms shot up to stop the blade in it's track. Sion looked up at the prisoner and for a second his eyes flickered with a jet black shadow, then Sion threw the blade from the prisoner's hands and launched a flurry of puches and kicks into the prisoner's body. Within a few seconds Sion reset his stance, and the prisoner fell backwards in agony. Shocked at the sudden counter the knuckled prisoner stepped back in horror, but before he could make another move Sion launched himself towards him, and struck him with an open-handed strike to his neck, and an uppercut to his head. The prisoner was knocked to the floor about a metre from Sion, choking and with blood pouring from his broken nose.

"It's a breakout then." He concluded as he advanced towards the monolith
"brother, those souls were tainted with a very powerful evil." A young voice said in his head. "Yes I thought so too" he replied out loud. But to a more important matter, how do I get into this place." he answered out loud.