Eyes flashed with sadistic intentions from behind dark sunglasses as a young woman's screams reached their owner's ears.
Looks like there's another person that bat-boy will want to save ...
A mocking grin tugged at the corners of hidden lips as a demented giggle could be heard from behind a black bandanna. Perched a top an apartment building, the shadow shifted, a long length of leather unravelling by their side. Said whip quickly cut through the air with a daunting snap, it's end wrapping securely around a nearby telephone pole. Giggling once more in satisfaction, the shadow jumped from the building and allowed their momentum to propel them forward. Readying their other whip, they quickly crossed multiple city blocks by swinging from any street lamps or telephone poles their whip could wrap around.
Too bad I'm going to get there first ...
A young woman screamed in impotent rage and fear, knowing and hating that she could do nothing else to save herself. These screams did nothing to deter the man on top of her nor the one holding her arms down.
"I told you I'd make you scream for me, you little bitch!" Another thrust, another deafening scream.
Not one of the people in the trio noticed the darker than usual shadow nor the glint of a blade catching the artificial light from a bar sign. They soon realized that there was an uninvited guest to their little 'party', each in a different way.
The girl because she felt the near bone-breaking pressure disappear from her arms and the man above her pausing.
The man violating her body felt something splash across his face, clinging to his skin.
His buddy? Well, you tend to notice when you no longer have a head.
"Tom-" His words were cut short as a fist, encased in what seemed to be a curved blade welded to brass knuckles, slammed in to his throat. This effectively sliced through the front half of his neck, leaving the rest of his head to roll forward.
Shaking and crying, the man's victim watched as the last bit of life faded from his eyes.
"Fascinating, isn't it?"
A yelp was torn from her already abused throat as a hand became twisted in her blonde hair. Her head being ripped backwards soon after so she could look at her saviour's face.
However, there was no real face to look at, only a black bandanna and a pair of overly large sunglasses. No one could mistake the way they were smiling though, she shuddered to think of the demented grin the bandanna was hiding.
"It's not near as fascinating as watching it happen to someone who's already a victim though."
One final scream tore through the air before everything became eerily silent.
End Prologue
TDESMC: Credit for some of the lines in this story as well for editing this goes to WGW . Bard, a good online friend of mine. (Just remove the space between 'WGW', the period (.) and 'Bard' to find him.)