Humanity, it's grown as a species in ways that couldn't be expected. Those of wealth use cybernetics to enhance their bodies and lives, living in lavish cities that float high in the sky. Those that can't afford these lifestyles root through the trash that's left on the ground, having to fight to survive and run the possibilities of developing mutations. The two cities that best represent these different paths are Calistro the city of mutants, and Fabuloso the city of royalty. Fabuloso floats above Calistro and the people dump all of their trash upon the city below, not caring for what happens to those less fortunate than them. Our story starts in a mall unveiling a new prototype for a face buffer.

The audience gathered in the hall, the richest of the rich and the lavish of the lave were there. Fancy clothing, fancy dining, anybody who's anybody was gathering for this prototype to be revealed is said to take thirty years off your face. Security was tight around this as there had been reports that the prototype would use an advanced ai chip to scan your face and bring out the best in muscle. One of the security guards looked over at his buddy asking, “Why do we have to guard this again? It's just people with more money buying something that'll be obsolete in a few months.” The guard's buddy just shrugged as they heard a gavel slam and the bidding started.

“Welcome one and all for this lovely prototype, we shall start the bidding at four million. Do I hear four million?” The auctioneer called as the bid for the face buffer began. The security watched as the price rose high starting at four million and reaching ten million and even one hundred million. “The fact that anybody would want something so ugly is a miracle beyond me,” the guard thought to himself as the auctioneer slammed his gavel shouting "sold to a lady in a purple boa.” The woman stood up rushing forward and pushing the auctioneer away screaming as she grabbed the buffer, excited to look younger as her current looks seemed to be failing.

As the lady raised her prize in the air, a man in a half skull mask jumped over her stealing the buffer. Everyone stood perplexed as they couldn't believe someone would steal from this highly secured event. “HE STOOL MY YOUTH!” The lady shouted as the man grinned and started running for the doors. Security was waiting, guns drawn and aiming at the man, who quickly turned with a fast whoops. The man ran towards the nearest window and jumped out it, glass falling below, security reporting about the man's stunt and asking for police. As the masked man fell he turned around, pulling out a grappling hook that he fired, the magnetic tip securing itself to the side of the building.

“Azazel are you there, do you read me?” The man heard through his ear piece, “Did you get the package you needed?” Azazel landed on the ground, his grappling hook retracting as he replied, “I was able to grab it but unfortunately it came with a little more heat than expected! Hell, I even had to jump out a window to escape.” Azazel stashed the buffer into a bag and got on a nearby motorcycle he had stashed and started driving off, the sight of police pulling up behind him. He noticed the silence over the com piece which made him curious but he ignored this as he heard the sounds of sirens and helicopter blades getting closer. 

An alert was being put out for all officers to catch the man wearing the half skull mask. “He has spiky yellow and blue hair and is wearing a black jacket with red and black camo pants, last seen heading eastbound towards the closest edge of the city.” Azazel whipped through traffic, the police hot on his tail. Over his com he could still hear his partner but they seemed quiet, mutters drifting over the com. "Woah WOAH!” Azazel cried as bullets began flying past him forcing him to bob and weave to avoid them. “Was hoping to avoid this but hell it makes it more fun” Azazel thought to himself pulling out his pistol. His eyes quickly scanned for what he needed,upon finding it he grinned from ear to ear as the sound of gunshots rang through the air.

The two cars in front of Azazel began to spin out of control, their back tires bursting from the shots Azazel had fired. Using the curb, Azazel jumped the bike over the cars as the police were forced to stop, however the helicopter was still hot on his tail. “Tch that's annoying but I got a way to deal with you!” Azazel said tieing the throttle of his bike. He jumped up on top of the bike, his left foot to steal and his right for stability as he faced the helicopter. There he saw a police sniper carefully aiming at him. Through the lens the snipper could see him smiling, a crazy smile that seemed to say I can survive anything. Azazel reached into his pocket and pulled out three light blue capsules. “Sorry but Christmas came early for yall,” he said, throwing the pills at the helicopter. 

The capsules hit the windshield of the helicopter, bursting open and ice began to form on the windshield, blocking the vision and forcing the officers to evacuate as the helicopter crashed into a nearby building. Azazel looked at the crash confused, “Shouldn't there have been an explosion?” He asked only to the response of a loud “LOOK OUT!” As his bike crashed into the side of the city and he began to fall below. The police ran to the edge and looked down, unfortunately not seeing anything. “He can't have survived that fall right?” One of the officers asked only for the others to shrug or shake their heads no.