Bursting out of the door with guns blazing a young man clutched a small bag as he ran from the officers, perhaps it was not a very bright plan to smash and grab in a jewelry store when there was two cops outside - in fact it was down right stupid - but Ricks Mook was not that smart to begin with. But what he lacked in intelligence he, somehow, made up for it in insight as he dove into the awaiting car with his pal, Jimmy Wheelmen, peeling out just in time for the officers to exit the store.
"Hey, hey, check out what I got" Ricks pulled out a diamond necklace out of the bag which Jimmy nodded. "Oh much do you think these will get us?"
"25-to-life if you don't let me concentrate on the damn road!" the car took a sharp turn into some piled boxes as the police was closing in on the two, once in a straight away Jimmy shifted into high gear and floored it. With the gap growing with second a silly grin crossed the crook's face, taking sharp turns and cutting off people he knew that they will get away. They even tried to run down random pedestrians, which seemed to get out of the way just in time.
"Dude, old guy in trenchcoat!" Ricks pointed out as they crash through a fruit stand, true to his word there was a slightly hunched figure in a black trenchcoat with a large hat that matched. "I bet you can't hit 'im." Jimmy just sneered at the challenge as the car swerved, changing direction and aimed specifically for the figure. The man, who had just noticed the large buick speeding towards him, just stood frozen, the two crooks laughed in maniacal glee as the car barreled down upon the pedestrian. It was too close and going to fast to dodge, there was going to be road pizza for sure.
There was a loud thudding sound as the body hit the pavement, skidding several feet as his skin was peeled off a bit from the friction and speed as his skull shattered into a million pieces. Ricks laid there dead as his partner had suffered whiplash as the buick rolled back from the impact, the entire front end had been collapsed by sheer force. The figure stood there unharmed as he pulled his fist out of the remains of the ruined hood, the wailing of a siren alerted him that it was time to leave but he stayed long enough to leave behind one item, as the police got there they saw the figure lead into the air and into the darkness before they could even pull up. After inspecting the scene they did find one thing.
The calling card of the Kamaitachi.
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"It says here that a vigilante had demolished a speeding car after a jewelry store robbery." Bobby Hill had just sat down for breakfast when his mother prattled off about the events of last night, she laid down the paper while looking over at Hank. "It said that the police suspect it's the Kahma-e-tay-che," flinching at the mangling of the name Bobby went on eating his breakfast.
"Not this again." Hank spoke in his usual no-non-sense tone, "there is no such thing as a Kahma-e-tay-che, I even surprised that the Arlen times would run this garbage."
"I heard that the Kamaitachi is a half man/half beast that breaths fire and flies." Luann weighed in which earned Hank and Peggy's strange looks, "what? It's in the newspaper, and on the news even."
Hank sighed, "the world ain't right."
"Well," Bobby finished off his breakfast, "I'm off to Joseph's."
"Be back before dinner." his mother called out as he left the house, as he closed the door he took in a deep breath. It was getting harder and harder not to correct them about the strange vigilante that had appeared a few months ago but he knew not to go around correcting his family about this, or anything else really, or they might go poking around where they do not belong.
Heading over to his friends he knew it was dangerous what he was doing, but something was causing him to act out, to perform such actions without much thought or will sometimes and he knows it will cause a lot of problems down the road yet it still grips him and will not let go for love nor money. Of course some would even say he enjoyed his ventures. When he reached the Gribble residence all of these thoughts were pushed aside for the time being, putting on his false facade he knocked.
"Hey dude," Joseph greeted as he opened the door. His voice was in the usual monotone as he leaned against the doorway, "did ya' hear about that hero guy?"
"The one that stopped a speeding car with his fist?" Bobby smiled a little.
"Isn't that awesome?" Joseph's voice seemed to get excited a bit, "I heard that one of them died because the guy actually reached in, pulled him out and beat the other guy with the guy."
"Naw, I heard he just went through the windshield." Bobby corrected him as they gone inside, heading for the living room where they usually hang out he noticed a photo album laying open on the table. When close enough Bobby noticed that inside were new articles containing stories of the "Kamaitachi". "What's this?"
"Dad's compiling all of the info he can on the hero-dude," Joseph mentioned as he turned on the tv. "He's working on the theory that he's really an alien came here to correct human law."
"Right" Bobby drawn out as the duo started a game of Halo 2, "what do you think he is?"
"I think he's some kind of alien experiment that got loose and is seeking revenge," with those words Bobby silently wondered if Dale was really the boy's father because there was no way he could have come up with something like that without being a little Gribble. "I bet he gets the chicks."
"Whatever, Joseph."
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A week had passed since the news had been released of the jewelry store heist stopped by the Kamaitachi.
It was the talk of the town, the new and dangerous yet mysterious vigilante that had been on the prowl almost a while now. Everyone had been talking about it, there was really no escape from the Kama-fever, even in the ally.
"... And that is my theory of what the Kamaitachi, or sickle weasel, really is." Dale had finished his speech as the others were just sipping their beers, "what you think?"
Hank sighed, "I think everyone is getting too carried away with this Kahma-whatever that it's getting asinine."
"But he'd stopped a car with his bare hands," Bill mentioned.
"True, and he also threw a manhole cover into a stolen bank truck to stop the robber and was able to leap over five hundred feet into the air." Dale added.
"Dang it, do you hear yourselves?" the propane salesman snapped, "there is no way any of that is possible."
"I don't know man, I seen dang ol' strange things as a dang ol' crime photographer, man, but it was like, dang ol' Dale said 'manhole cover in truck,' I mean the thing sliced the dang ol' head off and, dang ol', buick was crushed to a pulp." Boomhaugher sipped his beer as he looked off to the side.
"Well there has to be a logical explanation for it," Hank looked down at the ground. "And it does not mean aliens, Dale."
"Well, how do you explain it?" Bill inquired, all eyes were focused on him.
Hank shifted a bit, "I can't, for now but I know there is a logical reason, you know this all could be a hoax."
"There's some dang ol' bodies at the place of corpses morgue that dang ol' speak other wise." Hank, feeling defeated, walked away from the ally.
"Had anyone else notice how well formed the Kamaitachi's legs are?" with those words the others moved a little away from Bill.
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The Hill house during dinner was a bit silent, with the exception of the sound of food being chewed everyone was a little more quiet then usual. Of course the topic that wanted to be spoken was unofficially banned from the expression on Hank's face, so another topic had to be picked. As far from the hero business as possible.
"How was Joseph today?" Peggy looked over at her son.
Bobby shrugged, "same ol', same ol'."
"What about you Luann, how's your day?" Peggy quickly switched the subject.
"Well, there was this thing about that..." before any more could be said Hank cleared his throat.
"You know the try outs are in a few months," Hank quickly changed the subject. "Bobby,you got any plans for that?"
"Not really," he shifted through the mashed potatoes. "I figure that maybe this year I should try to be the motivation from the side lines." Hank was going to say something but kept silent, there was no real way of winning tonight.
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Once dinner was finished and time marched on until everyone was in bed Bobby awaken, he turned his head towards the alarm clock. It was about two in the morning, like many other nights he had woken with the urge to roam. To go out into the night, tonight was no different.
Quietly he snuck out of the house and headed over to the Gribble house where he had kept his "equipment" in a duffle bag in some bushes near the back, it was here he would change. Taking a fast glance around the area he would discard his clothes as his body would warp and reform itself as he shuffle around the bag for his costume.
Once finished the young man would slip out into the night and be prepared for anything that comes his way.
The Kamaitachi stood proud in the moonlight.
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The window slid open as he climbed back into the house before closing it and quickly climbing into bed, it was somewhere between four or five when he glanced at the alarm while slowly crawling under the covers. Like always he fell to sleep hard and fast, but by morning he would be completely refreshed and acting like nothing happened. It was a common cycle, one that he had been carrying on for a while now and had never been caught.
... Until now.
The door flung open and the silhouettes of Hank and Peggy Hill were standing in the hallway light that streamed into the darken room, Bobby was pretending to be suddenly waken but knew from their expressions they were not buying it.
"Kitchen, now!"
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"How could, why, do you know, Gah." Hank had not stopped pacing around the kitchen floor as Bobby was too nervous trying to figure if they had figured out that his secret or they just thought he was sneaking out to parties or other normal stuff.
"Are you insane!" Peggy pounded on the table, she was quiet lit up and ready to tear into him yet still restrained herself. "Are you utterly insane?"
"May I ask a question?" Bobby was acting clueless and flinched when they replied with the standardized "what?" shout at high volume of their voices but retained some of that clueless mannerism. "What is this about?"
"What is this about?" Peggy echoed, "what is this about? It's about you sneaking off in the middle of the night, getting into that costume of your's and single handedly became one of the biggest black sheep this family has!"
Bobby just raised a brow, Hank had reached for an object on the fridge and flung it onto the table where several photographs of Bobby climbing into the shrubs and emerging as the Kamaitachi spilled onto the table. "Explain yourself, mister." Bobby looked them over, he knew it was time to come clean about it all.
"It's a long story." Bobby began.
"I bet, start from the beginning. Like where'd you get the costume?" Hank's tone was emotionless, but firm.
"It's not a costume." Bobby sighed while they stared at him as he leaned back in the chair slowly rolling up his right sleeve, "it's this."
Hank reeled back as Peggy did a double take, right before them their son's arm had changed shape.
"And as for my story, it started a year ago. After finding myself waking up outside a lot over the course of a few weeks, I'll skip to the interesting part where I had learn of this ablity after ..."
-----AUTHOR'S NOTE-----
This story is basically random and has no real sense or reason except for pure fun so sit back and enjoy the ride.
