Rivers of blood issue 1
Rivers of Blood Issue 1 launches a new arc for Creed Rivers, now a fully integrated Vena City detective whose past with mob boss Frank has never fully let go. The issue opens with Creed executing a textbook undercover drug bust, flanked by Aline Fonseca sniping from a rooftop as Vena PD cruisers flood the scene. Back at the precinct, the department celebrates another closed case. Chief and Officer Vargas commend Creed while Officer Matt Steel delivers a backhanded compliment wrapped in a warning — he does not trust men who used to run with Frank, and he will be watching. Aline diffuses the tension and walks with Creed through the precinct, where he confides that lately he wonders why so many of his cases end in bloodshed. The moment is interrupted by a text from a name Creed has not seen in years — his brother Cody Rivers. Creed meets Cody at Moreno Cafe, a childhood diner soaked in old memory and unresolved distance. The reunion is tense and businesslike: Cody has been taking jobs for Frank, botched one, and now owes the mob boss a dangerous sum of money. He asks Creed to intervene. Creed pushes back hard but ultimately agrees to visit Frank that same night. At Mesa Nightclub, Frank's flashy criminal headquarters, Creed confronts the mob boss in his VIP section. Frank is warm, nostalgic, and completely in control. He tells Creed he misses him, that Cody is nothing like him, and that he has a way to clear the debt — a quiet robbery job against a small-time operator encroaching on Frank's territory. No killing the target, just take the cash, rough up the guards, and make it look like a random gang hit. Creed agrees on one condition: after this, Frank leaves Cody alone permanently. Frank agrees and promises to send the details. Creed loops in Cody, who insists on joining the job to clean up his own mess. Reluctantly, Creed agrees. That night the brothers arrive at a warehouse in Vena City's industrial district — Creed in his futuristic red Pontiac GTO Judge, Cody in a battered black Mustang. The place is far more heavily guarded than Frank described. Creed deploys Samsung, his half-robot cybernetic German Shepherd military weapon dog, who produces an S-Grade smoke grenade. Cody reveals a compact mechanical heat-blade axe. Using the smoke grenade as cover and Creed's orange-glowing cybernetic detective vision to track heat signatures, the brothers breach the entrance in coordinated silence — Cody carving through guards with the heat-blade axe, Creed picking off targets with his silenced Creeds magnum blaster pistol, and Samsung providing overwatch with a mounted sniper rifle. They reach a reinforced office, kick the door open, and find a man behind a desk with a single guard. Creed shoots the guard instantly. Cody pins the man down. The man is defiant and threatening until Cody punches him into cooperation. He opens a cyber-tech hidden safe full of stacked cash. As Cody loads the money into bags, the man edges toward his desk and pulls a concealed weapon, aiming it at Cody. Creed shoots him in the belly before he can fire. Bleeding out and laughing, the man taunts them — they do not even know whose money this is. Creed demands to know. The man dies laughing before he can answer. Creed and Cody stand in the blood-soaked office staring at each other as the truth begins to crystallize: Frank did not send them here to clear a debt. He sent them here to steal from someone powerful — someone whose retaliation will fall entirely on Creed and Cody. This was never about Cody's mistake. Frank just used both brothers as instruments in a mob war he is too careful to start himself. Page-by-page breakdown: - Pages 1-2: Cold open. Creed Rivers stands in the middle of a tense undercover drug deal between two rival gangs in a Vena City back lot, playing the role of middleman. The exchange is seconds from completing when Creed pulls his badge and his Creeds magnum blaster pistol. He announces himself as Detective Rivers, Vena PD, and orders everyone to surrender. The thugs refuse and draw weapons. From a rooftop across the street, Aline Fonseca opens fire with a sniper rifle, picking off armed thugs with surgical precision. Creed blasts through the remaining men one by one with his magnum blaster pistol. A fleet of Vena PD cruisers screams in from both ends of the lot, officers pouring out to pin down and arrest the surviving gang members. The final panel is a wide noir shot: Creed stands untouched at the center of the chaos, smoke curling from the barrel of his pistol, surrounded by wrecked criminals and flashing red-and-blue light. [Characters: Creed Rivers, Aline Fonseca, Aline] - Pages 2-4: The Vena City precinct buzzes with post-bust energy. Officers mill around the bullpen as Chief and Officer Vargas approach Creed to deliver formal congratulations. Chief shakes his hand firmly. Vargas gives a measured nod of approval. As they move on, Officer Matt Steel steps forward with a guarded, backhanded compliment — he acknowledges Creed's recent work but makes clear he has not forgotten Creed's criminal past with Frank, and warns that old habits return. Creed fires back with dry humor. Aline Fonseca steps between them before it escalates, cutting the tension with a pointed quip about testosterone. Steel backs off with a final warning look. Aline and Creed walk the precinct hallway together. Creed admits that lately he has been wondering why so many of his cases end in bloodshed. Aline tells him that is just Vena City — it has nothing to do with him. Creed's phone buzzes. He checks it. A text from Cody Rivers. Creed's expression shifts immediately. Aline notices and asks if it is his girlfriend. Creed tells her it is his brother. Aline reacts with quiet surprise — she has not heard that name in years. Creed types a reply and tells her he needs to handle this. They agree to meet tomorrow. The page closes on Creed alone in the precinct hallway, staring at the text, the celebration noise fading behind him. [Characters: Creed Rivers, Aline Fonseca, Chief, Officer Vargas, Officer Matt Steel, Aline] - Pages 4-6: Moreno Cafe, night. Creed sits alone in a worn corner booth, a cup of coffee cooling in front of him. The bell above the door jingles. Cody Rivers enters — thinner than Creed remembers, guarded posture, a face carrying something heavy. The brothers lock eyes across the diner. A small nod exchanged. Cody slides into the booth. An uncomfortable silence hangs between them before Creed breaks it, noting he tried to reach out when he got back from his tour. Cody deflects — says it was a little late for that. Creed pushes back: they are here now. Cody declares this is just business and asks for a favor. A waitress arrives and Creed orders two coffees. Once she is gone, Cody drops it: he has been taking jobs for Frank. Creed's expression hardens immediately. He demands to know why Cody did not come to him for money. Cody refuses to be the kind of man who asks for handouts. Creed grows frustrated — taking jobs for Frank is far worse than asking for help. Cody fires back that working for Frank used to be Creed's thing. Creed forces himself calm and asks what happened. Cody explains he botched a job and cost Frank a significant sum. Frank has been desperate for cash lately and has completely lost patience — he wants every dollar back immediately and Cody does not know what Frank will do if he cannot pay. Cody figured Creed still had enough history with Frank to talk him down. Creed insists he is the last person Frank wants to see. Cody stands to leave. Creed tells him to sit back down. After a beat, Cody does. Creed agrees to go talk to Frank that night. Cody thanks him quietly. Creed stands, grabs his coat, and tells Cody he owes him — starting with paying for the coffees. For the first time all night, a small grin crosses Cody's face. Creed heads for the door. [Characters: Creed Rivers, Cody Rivers ] - Pages 6-9: Mesa Nightclub, night. Creed enters Frank's establishment — all glass, neon, expensive liquor, and beautiful people masking ugly business. At the back, Frank holds court in a sprawling VIP section on a leather couch, flanked by armed henchmen and women. A bouncer moves to block Creed. Frank spots him immediately and waves him through. Frank is warm, almost theatrical in his greeting — calling Creed his boy, expressing how much it broke his heart when Creed left. He marvels that Creed became a cop and never fed him a single piece of inside information. Creed cuts through the nostalgia: he is here for his brother. Frank acknowledges Cody — notes he is nothing like Creed, which in Frank's view is a waste. Frank expresses genuine regret about the situation but insists he is in the middle of something big and needs his money. He tells Creed that if Cody cannot pay, he will find another form of compensation. Creed leans forward and offers a proposition: one more job, no cut for himself, every dollar toward Cody's debt. Frank is intrigued. He describes the target — a small-time operator encroaching on Frank's territory, someone Frank cannot move against directly without looking threatened in front of the Family. He knows where this man keeps a large amount of cash. He wants Creed to rob the location, rough up the guards, and make it look like a random gang hit. No killing the target. Clean and quiet. Creed presses Frank on whether this is a setup. Frank laughs it off sarcastically. Creed agrees on one condition — after this, Frank leaves Cody alone permanently. Frank places a hand over his heart and agrees. Creed stands to leave. Frank promises to send the details. [Characters: Creed Rivers, Frank] - Pages 9-11: Later that night. Creed contacts Cody and lays out Frank's offer. Cody insists on coming along — he needs to clean up his own mess. Creed initially refuses but Cody pushes until Creed relents. The brothers arrive separately at a warehouse in Vena City's rundown industrial district. Creed pulls up in his futuristic red Pontiac GTO Judge. Cody arrives in a battered but cared-for black Mustang. They step out and assess the building. The guard presence is far heavier than Frank described. Creed notes that Frank tends to bend details. Cody asks for the plan. Creed considers a stealth approach but notes the lack of cover. Cody produces a compact mechanical tool that unfolds with the press of a button into a glowing heat-blade axe. Creed responds that it is not subtle. Cody asks if it is not cool. Creed does not deny it. Creed opens his GTO's door and Samsung emerges — a half-robot cybernetic German Shepherd military weapon dog. Samsung produces an S-Grade smoke grenade for Creed and asks if he is a good boy. Creed confirms he is the best and gives him a pat. Creed's cybernetic eyes activate, glowing orange, revealing heat signatures of guards positioned around the warehouse entrance. He tosses the smoke grenade. A thick cloud swallows the area. Under its cover, Creed and Cody move in — Cody carving through guards in the smoke with sweeping strikes from the heat-blade axe, Creed dropping targets with his silenced Creeds magnum blaster pistol, Samsung providing precision overwatch with the sniper rifle mounted to his back. The entrance falls without an alarm raised. As the smoke clears, Creed asks where Cody got the axe. Cody says he knows a guy. Creed says he wants an introduction. Cody refuses — the guy does not like cops. Creed concedes that is fair. The brothers share a brief grin before moving inside. [Characters: Creed Rivers, Cody Rivers ] - Pages 11-13: Inside the warehouse. Creed and Cody move through the interior with practiced efficiency — years apart have not erased their instinctive chemistry. They work in near silence, neutralizing guards and bypassing detection points as they push deeper into the building. Their coordination is wordless and precise, the kind that only comes from shared blood and shared experience. They reach a reinforced office elevated above the warehouse floor. Creed kicks the door open. Inside: a man seated behind a desk, a single guard standing nearby. Creed shoots the guard instantly — blood splatters across the desk man's face. Cody moves fast, pinning the man before he can react and stripping him of any concealed weapons. The man erupts in threats, insisting they are dead for this. Creed tells him calmly that there is a safe in the room and that opening it means he gets to go home tonight. The man doubles down on his threats. Cody punches him hard across the face. The man's defiance cracks. He moves to a hidden cyber-tech panel behind the desk and opens a concealed safe. Inside: stacks of cash. Cody begins loading the money into bags. Creed watches — and notices the man slowly edging his hand toward the underside of the desk. Creed warns him to back away. The man ignores it and pulls a concealed weapon, swinging it toward Cody. Creed shoots him in the belly before he can fire. The man goes down screaming, then starts laughing through the pain — taunting them that they do not even know whose money this is, and that once he finds out, they will not last a week. Creed kneels beside him and demands to know who the money belongs to. The man laughs harder, says by the time they figure it out they will already be dead — and bleeds out before he can say another word. [Characters: Creed Rivers, Cody Rivers ] - Pages 13-15: The office is silent except for the low hum of the warehouse below. Creed and Cody stand over the dead man, the bags of cash at their feet, the blood spreading slowly across the floor. Neither brother speaks for a long moment. Then the weight of it lands. Creed narrates internally: Frank sent them here with a story about a small-time nobody. But the security was military-grade. The safe was cyber-tech. The man died laughing at them like they had stumbled into something they could not comprehend. This was never about Cody's debt. Frank is in the middle of something much larger — a mob war he cannot afford to start in his own name. He needed someone expendable. Someone with enough skill to pull the job and enough history to make a convincing fall guy. He used both brothers. Creed and Cody exchange a long look — the kind that does not need words. Cody asks quietly whose money they just stole. Creed does not have an answer yet. But he knows one thing: whoever it belongs to will come looking. And they will not come quietly. Creed picks up one of the cash bags and tells Cody they need to move — now. They exit the office and make their way back through the warehouse. Samsung meets them at the entrance, alert and scanning. They load into their separate cars. Before Cody drives away, he rolls down his window and looks at Creed. He says he is sorry — for dragging Creed into this. Creed tells him not to apologize yet. The final page is a noir wide shot: Creed's red GTO idles alone at the edge of the industrial district, the warehouse behind it, the Vena City skyline glowing in the distance. Creed sits in the driver's seat staring straight ahead, Samsung in the passenger seat. His internal narration closes the issue: Frank always said he was like a son to him. Sons learn from their fathers. And right now, the only thing Creed had learned was that Frank had just painted a target on both their backs — and somewhere in this city, something was already moving toward them. [Characters: Creed Rivers, Cody Rivers ]
CHARACTERS
Karina
Supporting
Cody Rivers
Protagonist
Frank
Antagonist
Aline Fonseca
Supporting
Alina
Supporting
Security guy
Minor
Club noche enforcer
Minor
N'Alan
Minor
Abdullah
Minor
Austin
Minor
Creed Rivers
Protagonist
Ramirez
supporting
Joker
Supporting
JP
supporting
Kaleen
Supporting
Officer Matt Steel
minor
Chief
supporting
Officer Vargas
supporting
Steph
Minor
Second enforcer
Minor
First enforcer
Minor
Momma Noche
Antagonist
Henchmen 1
Minor
Ann
Minor
Slik
Protagonist
Samsung
Supporting
Money holder
Minor
PAGE 1
Panel 1:Wide establishing shot of a rain-slicked Vena City back lot at night. Two rival gang crews face each other across the cracked asphalt under a single buzzing orange sodium lamp. Duffel bags sit open on a folding table between them, bricks of narcotics and stacks of cash visible. Creed Rivers stands dead center between the two groups in a dark jacket, badge hidden, one hand loose at his side, watching both crews with calm, steady eyes.
Narrator:“Our story opens with detective Rivers in a undercover job ”
Panel 2:Close-up on Creed's hand flipping open a badge holder, the gold detective shield catching the orange lamplight. His other hand simultaneously draws the Creeds magnum blaster pistol from his hip holster, the barrel glowing faint blue at the chamber.
“Creed Rivers: Detective Rivers, Vena PD. Surrender peacefully. Nobody gets hurt.”
Panel 3:Wide panel. Both gang crews react instantly — men on both sides yanking handguns from waistbands and jacket pockets, faces twisted in rage. The folding table gets shoved aside, duffel bags tumbling. Creed stands his ground in the center, not flinching, pistol raised.
“Creed Rivers: You sure about this?”
Panel 4:Across the street on a dark rooftop, Aline Fonseca lies prone behind a long sniper rifle mounted on a bipod, her eye pressed to the scope, finger on the trigger. The orange glow of the back lot below reflects faintly on her face. She is completely still and focused.
Narrator:“His partner Aline. Ready as always. ”
Panel 5:Action panel split across the lot. Left half: a thug's head snaps back, a sniper round punching through his shoulder and spinning him off his feet. Right half: Creed fires the Creeds magnum blaster pistol point-blank into the chest of a charging man, the blue energy discharge lighting his face in a cold flash. Shell casings arc through the air.
Panel 6:Noir wide shot. A fleet of Vena PD cruisers screams in from both ends of the lot, red-and-blue lights strobing across every surface. Officers pour out with weapons drawn, pinning down the last surviving gang members on their knees. At the absolute center of the chaos, Creed Rivers stands perfectly still and untouched. Smoke curls from the barrel of his Creeds magnum blaster pistol. His jacket is spotless. Arrested men surround him in every direction.
Narrator:“Another case closed.”
PAGE 2
Panel 1:Inside the Vena City precinct bullpen. Officers mill between desks, some shaking hands, a few laughing. Evidence bags from the bust sit stacked on a central table. The room buzzes with post-bust energy. Chief stands tall at the center of the room, broad-shouldered in his charcoal service shirt, gold watch catching the fluorescent light. He extends a firm handshake toward Creed Rivers.
“Chief: Outstanding work, Detective. Another one closed.”
Narrator:“Later at Vena PD”
Panel 2:Officer Vargas stands slightly behind Chief, arms crossed over his black-and-blue tactical armor, angular jaw set. He gives Creed a single, measured nod — precise and deliberate, neither warm nor cold.
“Officer Vargas: Job well done, Rivers. You earned this one.”
Panel 3:Officer Matt Steel steps into frame from the left, cutting off Chief and Vargas as they move away. Steel is lean and stern-faced, arms at his sides, chin slightly raised. His expression is guarded — a compliment wearing the mask of a warning.
“Officer Matt Steel: Congratulations, Creed. Lately? You've been doing good work. Just don't get distracted.”
Panel 4:Steel steps closer to Creed, eyes narrowing. His voice drops. Creed holds his ground, expression flat but alert.
“Officer Matt Steel: Guys like you don’t ever really change. One day you’ll slip. I’ll be there to catch it.”
Panel 5:Creed Rivers grins — a dry, unfazed grin. He tilts his head slightly, completely unbothered.
“Creed Rivers: Careful, Matty. Keep talking like that and you might tempt me.”
Panel 6:Aline Fonseca steps smoothly between Creed and Steel, one hand raised palm-out toward each man, eyebrows up, expression wry. Steel stands to her left, Creed to her right. Both men are looking at her. Aline should not be battle damaged, no dirt or blood on her.
“Aline Fonseca: Alright, boys. Can we put the testosterone away?”
PAGE 3
Panel 1:Aline and Creed walk side by side down a precinct hallway, the bullpen noise fading behind them. The hallway is long and institutional — pale walls, framed commendations, a bulletin board dense with case photos. Creed's posture has relaxed slightly from the confrontation. Aline should not be battle damaged, no dirt or blood on her.
“Creed Rivers: Honestly? Best job I've ever had. Aline Fonseca: So..2 years in now. You officially like being a detective?”
Panel 2:Creed slows his pace slightly, looking forward rather than at Aline. His jaw tightens just a fraction. A beat of honest reflection crosses his face. Aline should not be battle damaged, no dirt or blood on her.
“Creed Rivers: But…I am starting to wonder why so many cases end in blood.”
Panel 3:Aline glances at him with a steady, direct look. Not dismissive — firm and certain. Aline should not be battle damaged, no dirt or blood on her.
“Aline Fonseca: That's just this city. It's got nothing to do with you.”
Panel 4:Creed's phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and looks at the screen. Close insert on the phone screen: a text from CODY RIVERS — 'I need to talk to you. In person.' Creed's face goes still.
Panel 5:Aline leans slightly toward him, reading his expression. Her head is tilted, eyebrows raised but little smirk on her face as if she’s messing with Creed. Aline should not be battle damaged, no dirt or blood on her.
“Creed Rivers: I need to take this. I’ll see you tomorrow. Aline Fonseca: What is it? Your girlfriend?”
Panel 6:Close up of creed as he looks down at the phone.
“Creed Rivers: No. It’s my brother…”
Narrator:“The noise of the precinct faded. It was just him and whatever Cody had to say.”
PAGE 4
Panel 1:Moreno Cafe at night. Exterior establishing shot. A worn neighborhood diner on a quiet Vena City street, its neon sign glowing dull red — MORENO CAFE — one letter flickering. Rain-wet pavement reflects the sign. Through the window, a single occupied booth is visible.
Narrator:“Moreno Cafe. The place they used to go when the world was smaller.”
Panel 2:Inside the diner. Creed sits alone in a worn corner booth, a coffee cup cooling in front of him, jacket still on. The diner is nearly empty — a few stools at the counter, old photos on the wall. He is looking toward the door, waiting.
Panel 3:The bell above the diner door jingles. Cody Rivers pushes through the door — thinner than expected, wearing a worn dark jacket, posture guarded. His face carries something heavy behind the eyes. He scans the room and finds Creed across the diner.
Panel 4:Across the diner, the two brothers lock eyes. A beat of silence. Cody gives a small, tight nod. Creed nods back once. No warmth. No hostility. Just recognition.
Panel 5:Cody slides into the booth across from Creed. They sit facing each other. An uncomfortable silence sits between them like a third person. Creed's hands are wrapped around his coffee cup. Cody's are flat on the table.
“Creed Rivers: I tried reaching out. After my tour. Cody Rivers: Yeah. It was a little late for that.”
PAGE 5
Panel 1:Creed leans forward slightly, elbows on the table. Direct. Not aggressive — grounded. Cody looks away briefly, jaw tight.
“Creed Rivers: Clearly not too late. We're here, aren't we? Cody Rivers: This is just business. I need a favor.”
Panel 2:A waitress arrives at the side of the booth, order pad in hand, expression professionally neutral.
“Creed Rivers: Two coffees. That's all, thanks.”
Panel 3:The waitress has gone. Cody leans forward across the table, voice low. His eyes are serious — the face of someone delivering bad news they have rehearsed.
“Cody Rivers: I started taking jobs for Frank.”
Panel 4:Creed's face hardens immediately. His coffee cup goes still in his hands. His eyes go flat and sharp, a bit of anger in his face.
“Creed Rivers: What the hell, Cody?!! If you needed money why not come to me? Cody Rivers: Show up asking for handouts? I'm not that kind of guy.”
Panel 5:Creed sits forward, visibly frustrated, one hand flat on the table. Cody leans back in the booth, arms crossing, defensive posture locked in.
“Creed Rivers: Getting mixed up with Frank is worse than taking handouts! Cody Rivers: Yeah true, you would know. That use to be your thing wasn’t it?”
Panel 6:Creed exhales through his nose, forcing himself still. He sets both hands flat on the table. A deliberate reset. He looks at Cody steadily.
“Creed Rivers: ….look alright. Just tell me what happened.”
PAGE 6
Panel 1:Close up of Cody. Don’t have Creed in this panel.
“Cody Rivers: I botched a job. Cost Frank a lot of money. He wants every dollar back. Now.”
Panel 2:Cody's eyes drop to the table. He says the next part quietly, without looking up. Don’t have Creed in this panel.
“Cody Rivers: I figured with your history… you could talk him down. Everybody knows Frank always liked you.”
Panel 3:Creed stares at him. A long beat. Then he shakes his head slowly, jaw set.
“Creed Rivers: That was years ago. I'm the last person Frank wants to see.”
Panel 4:Cody slides out of the booth and stands, hands at his sides. His face is flat — the face of a man who expected this answer. He turns toward the door.
“Cody Rivers: Then this was a waste of time.”
Panel 5:Creed's hand goes up flat — stop. His voice is firm but not raised. Cody pauses mid-step, back still half-turned.
“Creed Rivers: Wait. Sit down.”
Panel 6:Cody slides back into the booth. He does not look relieved — he looks like a man bracing for conditions. Creed looks at him steadily across the table. Make sure speech bubble is coming from Creed
“Creed Rivers: I don't know how much good it'll do. But I'll talk to him tonight.”
Panel 7:Creed stands and grabs his jacket from the booth, pulling it on. He looks back at Cody with a dry expression. Cody sits watching him.
“Creed Rivers: You owe me. Start by paying for the coffees.”
Panel 8:For the first time all night, a small grin cracks across Cody's face — brief, real, and gone almost as fast as it appeared. Creed is already heading for the door.
