Valentine: Prologue
Prologue
Valentine Crowley's birth was uneventful. He was born into this world normally: No problems at all, just after hours of agonizing pain for his mother, the healthy Sergal was born. Almost immediately after he was born, though, Valentine and his parents went home.
You see, Valentine's father was a very, very important man, and due to his current employment, he wasn't supposed to have a child. He was too busy for love, they said, but he did it anyways, and he knew that The Order would know almost immediately, if they didn't already, so he wanted to get out of there.
His father worked for a top secret, militarized organization deemed 'The Order'. The Order is comprised of thousands of members all across the world, whose sole purpose was the 'termination of our enemies, and those who stand against liberty.' They claim to be an organization fighting for the good of the world, but in all actuality, they work for their own private interests.
The ride home from the hospital to a small, third story apartment in Seattle was just as uneventful as his birth, which worried Valentine's father.
"They're always watching us...surely they know by now..." He mumbles under his breath as he calls the elevator to take them up. He fumbles with the keys for a few seconds before opening the door and entering the apartment, sighing as he walks through the doors. He had just flicked on the lights, when suddenly, his wife screamed from the other room. He ran in to see a fox clad in a black suit holding his wife from behind, holding a knife to her throat.
"No! Let her go!" He yells as he lunges forwards slightly, his eyes wide with fear.
"Take one move and it'll be your last!" The fox snarls, his ears folded back. "We told you, James, that you weren't allowed for love! You broke the rules, and now you're going to watch as I slit her throat, and then yours!"
James tries to jump forwards to stop the fox, thinking he was bluffing, but he wasn't. As soon as James lunges, the fox drags his wrist across the female Sergal's throat, a smirk across his face as he hears her throat gurgle, taking her last breath in this world before she goes limp.
Two more suit-clad furs seem to walk out from nowhere, coming up behind James and grabbing both of his arms, hoisting him to his feet. The fox walks up to him with a smile on his face.
"You see, James, when you betray The Order, you pay the ultimate price!" He laughs maniacally, his face mere inches from James'.
"You'll...you'll never get away with this! The police will find the body!" James yells, trying to reassure himself more than the fox in front of him. He knows that in reality, nobody will even know. The Order will have wiped all signs of James and Sally Crowley from existence, and the world would go on as usual.
"Now...time to end you." He grabs the knife, and plunges it directly into James' chest, piercing his heart with a smile. James' chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to breath. Before he fades to black for one last time, his eyes fall on his son. "I'm...sorry...Valentine..."
The two furs gather up the bodies, bringing them to the trunk of the fox's vehicle. The Fox walks over to the quivering, mewling frame that is the infant Sergal, and debates killing him as well.
"Actually...maybe The Order could benefit from a new recruit...our numbers have been low lately..." He grabs the child and carries him to his van. He climbs in and presses a button on the dashboard, and the van's engine whirrs to life. He smirks and drives off to Headquarters, knowing that he'd be getting rewarded for his performance.