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// Prologue 
// Story: The First Offense 
// by Snaperkids 
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	“Run they’re onto us!” The night was still, save for the crisp, cool autumn breeze, a breeze that was made heavy by the mist it contained. The breeze and the copious amounts of adrenaline coursing in and out of every vein of the two dark, mysterious, hooded figures is what powered them to continue their drive through the night.
“Get ‘em!” One of the three riders barked out to the other two, realizing his opportunity to strike and capture the elusive figure that had been the bane of his existence since it showed up years earlier. Remembering all the trouble this silhouette had caused only fueled the anger inside the guard into a raging inferno.
“Almost there, 100 feet, 75, 50, 25, get ready. NOW!” the two hooded figures dropped straight into a nonexistent chasm, successfully throwing the guards of their scents.
“Damn, he got away, I swear one of these days I'll get that bastard!” the infuriated guard said seeing that there was now no way to continue his pursuit after the figures any farther.