Ok all I have done right now is a good chunk of the prolouge. tell me if I should continue
Chapter X
The damp asphault streets of fiddideah quivered beneath the shaded evening sky. A gentle rain fell upon this town as people ran to the nearest building covering their heads in a futile attempt to remain dry. Out of one of the newly fashioned buildings stepped a tall broad shouldered man. he stood at around 5'9" and held himself like he was going places. His hair was of a medium neat trim. It was raven black and was spiked evenly throughout his entire head. His eyes were a volet shade and sat behind a pair of pitch black sunglasses. His clothing was the basic black baggy tanktop with a pair of navy blue jeans. His tanktop neatly tucked in and hidden behind his leather trenchcoat. As he walked his boots splashed against the pavement muffling the clack from his boot. His name, was Joseph white, also known as X. X had a greusome past which took it's tole on his soul and his mentality. He was considered "emotionless" though no one ever got close enough to him to figure out the truth behind those rumors. His gaze could peirce the human heart but could be soft enough to sooth a beast. People shifted away as X passed then turn to look at who they could have offended. X didn't mind, he had been shunned from many crowds so he knews the feeling and had adapted to it. Off in the distance a large cylindrical building began to come into vision. At first just a light blue stick hanging off the earth. then it grew into an enourmous complex with rings rotating across it's surface. On the top was a giant blue sphere. X looked up at the sphere. Within the sphere there were news broadcastings and a giant clock. X looked with a watchful eye at the lady in a crimson dress who sat next to a picture of a dead city. Piles of ash fall from the buildings in the picture, people run from the sit screaming in horror. X sighed as he turned away and dissapeared into the distance. What he knew that no one else did, the picture next to the news ladie's long brown silky hair. Was a picture of his home, or what it used to be.