Excellent story. Hopefully, it's a beginning of a longer one?
Very atmospheric, as you managed to capture the essense of Paragon. Keep on writing!
Heh, no plans to write more along those lines... I just saw Sin City and got inspired. Try to imagine the story in black-and-white with the occasional touch of red... 
Paragon City. The Birthplace of Tomorrow. The city so nice, they named it twice...
Yeah, right. If you look up 'Paragon' in a dictionary, it'll tell you that it means a 'peerless example' of something. And if there's one thing Paragon City isn't, it's peerless. You can't walk down a street without seeing at least 3 muggings, and you can't throw a rock without hitting a handful of gangsters, monsters, or other assorted villains. Which isn't really a good idea, all things concidered.
From half-brained gangs roaming the streets of Atlas Park and Galaxy City, to 10-stories tall monstrosities walking across the mutated landscape of 'The Hive', the city is flooded with forces bent on its destruction. Hardly a day goes by without another kidnapping, arson, and murder. That's 'and', not 'or'. And that's not even getting into all the stuff that the ordinary citizens never find out about - all the close calls, where some 'evildoer' nearly succeeds in pulling off a plot that would destroy the entire city, or further flood it with enemies, or something along those lines.
If my contacts are anything to go by, those things happen several times a week.
And the people who've got the thankless task of stemming this flood of impending disasters... well, that's us. The famous 'Heroes' of Paragon City. We're as much a symbol of the city as that oversized statue in Atlas Park. They say that the only reason the city continues to stand is because of us. And they're right. The question nobody asks, however, is 'for how long'. All it takes is for one 'hero' to screw up, and the whole thing comes crumbling down. Faultline proved that, and now he's got a sector named after him.
We're fighting day in and day out - some of us literally fight nonstop, because our abilities means that we don't need sleep or food. For others, it's strictly a part-time job. A few even maintain secret identities, trying to run a real life alongside their superhero career. Yeah right.
And for all our battles, what have we got to show? Status Quo, that's what. We're keeping them all in check - the Circle of Thorns, the Devouring Earth, the Nemesis Army, and all the rest - but we're not pushing them back. Not one step. They attack, we block, and then the whole thing starts over again. And how long will we even be able to keep that happening?
Thigns are developing, and not in a good way. The Rogue Islands have started interferring in the business of Paragon City... Arachnos looms in the horizon as a greater thread than any of the villainous groups who concider Paragon City their home. Where those are twarted again and again, the Arachnos thugs have been repeatedly pulling off one heist after the other, right in the heart of Paragon City. Statues have been destroyed, banks have been robbed, heroes have been defeated and even killed...
The delicate balance we've maintained for years have been disturbed, and now it's tipping us right into the abyss... there are many of us, but there are more of them. We don't have the manpower, or the resources, to both keep our internal enemies at bay, and keep Arachnos off of our shores. Siren's Call stands as a tribute to this fact, embroiled in an endless battle between us and them... some might say that we're holding our ground, but fact is, the entire sector is 'our ground'. The fact that they're there at all is a defeat.
So here I am - a hero. Fighting for truth, justice, and all that crud. A battle that, by the looks of it, can never be won. And if it COULD be won - what would the reward be? Simple. We'd render ourselves obsolete. Useless. When all evil has been defeated, who needs heroes? If we loose, we loose - if we win, we loose. And yet, we fight. All day, all night, weeks becomming months and months becomming years. For what we believe in, to protect what we hold dear, for vengeance, for whatever reason caused each of us to join this exercise in futility.
And I'm right there, in the middle of it all, fighting alongside all the rest. And I'll probably keep fighting as long as my strength lasts. Just because.
A siren... the crisp midnight air makes it even more audible than usual. Sounds like an fire-truck. Yeah... there's a red glow visible between the skyscrapers. Somewhere over to the east. The Hellion arsonists strike again. There'll be thugs to defeat, fires to put out, and people to rescue. Maybe it'll help take my mind off of all this...
I leap off of my lofty peak, becomming one with the night as I fly towards the flickering light.