League of extraordinary gentlemen: The new blood.
(authors note:I'm not much good at writing,but i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it)
The 22nd century is descending onto the world,times have changed,the world is a strange and wonderous place,where what was once viewed as science fiction is now science fact,but in these times crime and evil are everywhere,covering the face of the earth in bloodshed,the human race is once again in great danger,so once again,heros and villains of old and new,will arise to combat the new threat,this is the league of extraordinary gentlemen. . . . . .
The cemetery was quiet, apart from the loud crashes of thunder which was followed by streaking flashes of bright lightening, which lit the sky and the cemetery to look as if they were day.
A tall youth, no older then 16,stumbled through the cemetary,rain soaking him, he was visibly shaking from the cold, it seeped into his very bones, chilling him to the core, he realised if he didn’t find shelter soon, this cemetery would be his final resting place.
He tripped and fell down a set of stairs into a crypt dark tomb, he felt a great pain in his back, as he tried to move he realised, he was dying.
"No. . . . . not like this not yet" He gasped as he felt life slipping away from him, the harder he breathed to try to grasp it in, to keep it, the more it faded.
Suddenly he saw a face above him, a pale young man, little older then him self, yet something about him seemed ancient and evil, his piercing blue eyes looked up and down the boy.
"It's you. . . I was sent to tell you . . . "The boy gasped but was interrupted by the pale stranger.
"Relax my friend; I’m going to give you the choice I, never got."
"No. . .I just have to tell you . . . if you like adventure go to London. . . . To the London eye . . . be there at midnight in a week . . . you'll find more adventure then you can bargain for . . . goodbye Lestat" The boy finished as his last breath left him, dragging his life away with it.
Lestat rose to his feet and walked towards the crypt entrance and walked out into the rain all the while murmuring a little tune under his breath.
"London Bridge is falling down . . . my fair lady"