BEST OC Maker: I've been having some author's block lately, so I decided to post up Agents of D.A.D already, hopefully to bring back the spark and get rid of the author's block. This story occurs in a fictional city and is unlike anything I've ever wrote before, enjoy!
Magna City, a large city in the United States. A common big city, large buildings and skyscrapers, great houses and amazing bridges and parks. Even though the city was a place full of prospering rich people, it's common citizens suffered.
Crime had rotted the city for far too long, unsolved cases, dangerous murderers, skilled thieves, an honest police force would have been overwhelmed. However even they, those who swore to do justice and keep the citizens safe, were also corrupt, taking bribes and neglecting certain duties. Well, except a select, highly outnumbered, few that did what they could for their beloved city, even though it wasn't much, certainly not enough.
Magna City, the once shining beacon of prosperity in the United States, slowly started to rot, and it would keep on. Unless someone finally stood up and put an end to it. A man or woman who would do what the corrupt police couldn't or wouldn't, someone who risked it all for all: A vigilante.
But, vigilantes are something from comic books and movies. There was no such thing as a real life vigilante or superhero right? Well, someone had decided that it was finally time for one to rise...
Midnight, Magna City's prosperous GoldenStar Bank was being robbed. The security was knocked out unconscious and 5 men with ski masks and guns had taken over the building, now one of them hacked the bank vault as the other 4 kept guard.
If their work was uninterrupted, hundreds of people would have been stolen without even realizing it. Many would go bankrupt and lose their homes, starve and suffer under the city's cruelty. Thankfully, someone was already on the case.
A young man moved through the dark halls as stealthily as he could, a modified biker helmet covered his face. The helmet had a lower jaw cover similar to that of a dukemon's helmet, while the helmet was black and the painting to match a black dragon's head, the visor was tinted black and the teen's eyes were completely hidden beneath it.
In fact, his body was entirely covered. The teen wore a black coat and long black pants matching the black boots, which oddly enough had hooked metal claws on the tip. The teen also wore a black belt full of pouches, he also wore black gloves with metallic plates on top and gauntlets with spikes on the knuckles.
Moving silently through the halls thanks to the sound dampeners on the sole of his boots, he slid through the halls as quickly as he could without blowing his cover. Finally he saw the first robber, the man held his gun lazily, confident that there wasn't a threat around. The man wasn't aware of it yet, but he was wrong, dead wrong.
The teen opened one of the pouches on his belt and pulled out a small throwing dart. The young man's hand was a blur as he threw it, the bandit didn't even realize what happened before he got knocked out by the powerful knockout drug. One down, 4 to go. The young vigilante reformed the same trick two more times before arriving at the bank vault, where the two final thieves remained.
"Hey Buck, what's taking so long?" The vigilante heard a rough voice asking and peeked in the entrance to the vault, two man that looked like total opposites stood there.
The man whom the vigilante recognized as the speaker was huge, as tall as a basketball player and as bulky as a football player. The vigilante couldn't decipher anything else about the man due to him wearing a black ski masks and a black bullet proof vest. However the man's thick arms were bare. There was a serrated knife on the man's belt. On the back of his armor was a black crucifix drawn on it.
The other, Buck, was skinny and quite short, like his criminal acquaintances he wore a black ski mask and black clothes, unlike the bigger man, he was fully covered in black. The skinny criminal was typing on a computer that had been connected to the bank's security systems. The vigilante could see the same symbol on his hunched back.
"The bank security is pretty huge, either the owner is really paranoid or really rich to have someone design such high security, I'll need a few more minutes Steve," Buck replied as he kept typing. The muscle mass grunted but otherwise did no other movement.
The vigilante's eyes scanned the room, Steve had his gun ready and unlike the other 3 robbers, he kept an watchful eye on the area around him. Buck's gun was stashed by his side and his concentration was entirely on the computer.
He would have to be quick, he only had one dart left in his pouch, after that he'd need to go physical and despite knowing how well armored he was, he'd rather avoid fighting that huge mass of muscle that stood in front of him.
The vigilante slowly prepared himself, he'd only have one shot, no second chances, no restarts. Like the black blur of justice he was, the vigilante shot the dart. The small black dart flew across the room towards the muscled man. However that was when Buck hacked the security of the bank vault and Steve turned around, the dart fell uselessly on the man's protected back.
Right after contract, Steve looked down and saw the dart, then cocked his gun and pointed it at the vigilante, a furious scowl on his face. Buck had the exact opposite of a scowl on his face, in fact the vigilante couldn't help but notice that the Buck's pants darkened around a certain area, the hacker was obvious new to the life of crime, unlike his partner.
Steve opened fire against the silent hero, however loud metallic clangs were heard as the bullets slammed into the vigilante's frame, not allowing his two adversaries to recover from the surprise, he charged and tensed his left fist, like a man who was about to throw a punch, a long dark silver hidden blade slid out of the vigilante's sleeve, playtime was over.
"The Dragon! It's The Dragon!" Buck shrieked like a scaredy little girl, upon hearing his Codename the vigilante smirked beneath his helmet. After 2 months worth of saving innocents, beating mafias, catching treacherous thieves and busting the corrupt, his Codename was finally starting to be known.
"That's right, now give up or you'll end up just like your other buddies!" After a long time, the teen code named Dragon spoke up, his voice was obviously distorted by the helmet, sounding far deeper, colder and way more menacing. A boom effect was added for extra fear from enemies.
Steve was getting none of it though, opening fire once again. This time Dragon dodged, rolling to the side before using his own 'gun', on his right wrist, rather than having another hidden blade, was a special piston designed for fighting in close quarters. The heavy firing from Steve completely overlapped a silent shot unleashed once Dragon made the same fist motion with his right hand, exactly like the one he had performed with his left hand moments earlier.
Steve let out a series of curses as his powerful right arm as hit by the bullet. The vigilante then moved with superhuman speed which anyone too fanatic would call work of the devil, never suspecting that multiple springs bellow the sound dampening cushions of the boots' soles were increasing his normal speed.
Buck shrieked again once Dragon reached Steve an with a quick swing of his hidden blade, the large gun being held by Steve had it's barrel sliced in half. Steve had never seen anyone move so quickly and definitely did not expect the powerful kick on his gut delivered a split second later, thanks to the same springs that boosted his speed, the vigilante's kicks could send his targets flying. By the time Steve had been slammed on the locked door of the bank vault, Buck had fainted from fear alone.
Dragon smiled, another job well done. The vigilante pulled out some metal wires from another pouch from his belt and tied up the two criminal's wrists and feet, he quickly cut the wires with his hidden blade. Then just for mischief, he also tied up the criminal's shoelaces as well. Then he gave another look at the symbol on Steve's back, none of the other thieves had it and he had seen thst symbol once before, the time when he busted an unknown mob, quickly he took a picture of it with the camera on his helmet.
Still smiling, Dragon activated one of the bank's alarms before leaving through the rooftop just as sirens were heard in the distance, mission accomplished. Dragon pressed a few buttons that were on his boots before jumping from rooftop from rooftop like the parkour expert with high tech boots he was. After a few hops around buildings and small stores, Dragom reached the empty alley he had been looking for.
Right after getting down from the roof and entering the alley, he jumped on his black dragon themed motorcycle just as a voice rang in his ears. Dragon turned on the motor and went into the street, details of his outfit the thieves gave the cops were always shady since he mostly acted in the dark.
But always detailed the dragon theme and the entirely black outfit, he had been almost been code named NightFury, and despite about how cool it sounded, he didn't want to be named after a dragon species from Dreamworks, he could already imagine some of his future enemies calling him Toothless and he'd be killed by the shame of being called that rather than something cool, like being hit by a missile launcher.
"It's already over the live news, more will probably stream tomorrow Dragon, good job," A female and distorted voice rang in the helmet's comm link. Dragon passed through the empty streets, Monday night, the traffic was too small to be a bother to the black blur. The small black bike darted through the streets with it's silent motor, few even noticing it's presence at all.
"No worries S, being famous wasn't the reason we took this duty upon ourselves, I'll be arriving at Dragon's Den soon," Dragon replied, even in their special highly coded frequency comm link, they still referred to each other in code names and avoided being too direct about anything. Better paranoid than dead they say.
Finally Dragon entered a long forgotten small dirt road on the Atlas Park, zooming trough the forgotten road towards a huge boulder that ended the road, however, the vigilante wasn't slowing down, on the last second, the large rock somehow opened a hatch which had a road that led underground.
Dragon entered Dragon's Den.
Author Notes:
BEST OC Maker: This chapter got shorter than I've expected but it did it's work well, next chapter get ready meet S and learn more about this mysterious vigilante and the even more mysterious Black Crucifix and the organization it represents...