Lucian: The Beginning
 

That is the beginning of my current story. It's set in a futuristic cyberpunk-esque environment in a city completely wracked by gang violence. Without anymore adue;

Lucian's story;It begins

Life, death, pain and destruction, the eternal circle lived by all. As we begin our tale the vision is narrowed down to but a single image, a boy of no more than twenty, lying in a cold room, covered in the tattered remnants of what seem to have at one point been clothes. He seems to be grasping things in his fists, if you can even call them that anymore. One seems to be a pen of some sort, and in the other, what appears to be a book. A creaking emits from the front of the room where a scrap of wood created a door of sorts. "Hello! Is anyone there!? Is anyone alive in there?" A strange voice exclaims as a figure comes into view as the wood crashes to the ground. "John, I think I found another one, and he looks young." The voice, now distinguishable as a woman's, yells to a rather tall man in his early thirties who is seen entering the room behind her. The two walk over to the boy, each on a side of him, and roll him over. A low groan issues from his mouth as his body rolls onto it's back, letting go of the book and pen. The pen though stays a moment, long enough for a thin strand of silver wire to become visible to the two. "Ann! Fuck" A small buzz snap emits as a huge metal saw blade fires from across the room and cleanly rends the head of the woman from her body. A small chuckle leaks from the mouth of the body laying on the ground. "You...dont...fuck...with...THE LIBRARY!" John stumbles backward, and trips on a piece of metal pipe that had been laying on the ground falls out the window and ten stories down to his death. The boy on the floor slowly rises up, barely able to pick himself up off the ground.He manages to pull himself to his feet, and avoid the body on the floor. He bends down to retrieve his book, which is now covered in blood. "Well damnit, I really wanted to read that, it was one of the only copies of Crime and Punishment to have survived the great fire." He shrugs and picks up the book as he walks out of the room. As he enters the hallway two men rush up the stairs guns dawn and open fire on the boy who pulls out a pistol, presses the barrel to his temple and pulls the trigger. BANG.
10:25am November 15, 2085...Signal lost.

Please let me know what you think of the beginning. ^_^