Another quake rumbled through the city, sending to the sector into shut down. Residents were warned to stay indoors and not to venture outside, no matter what.
A green and red flashed flew across the sky, crashing through buildings and sending rubble hurdling down to the streets. The green and red figure stood up, turning his neck to the side until a satisfying crack was heard, then piercing amber eyes through a black mask flickered towards the hole they had just made and the figure began to emerge into the light.
"Looks like you can still stand," a sickening voice called out.
"Yeah I did, who wouldn't survive that weak throw?" The figure taunted before fully breaking through the rubble.
A man, dressed from the neck down in a green and red skin-tight suit, smiled widely as if he had not just been through across five blocks.
Hisses coursed through the air before another figure appeared. Purple-skinned with one eye that was almost the size of its head, an alien-like creature eyes the hero who was still standing proud.
"Most people can't survive a touch from my poisonous skin, yet you are fine?" Honest confusion plagued the alien before it landed in front of the hero, battle stance at the ready.
The hero started to crack his knuckles, letting his once contained grin consume his whole face. This fight was going to get interesting. "Well, I've faced guys just as tough as you. Practice makes perfect, as they say."
The alien stared intently at the man before him, trying to figure out just what made him act like a battle as serious as this was child's play. Standing up to its full height, towering over the man, his antennae began to glow at the tips. "Brave warrior of earth, what is your name?"
The hero had been jobbing on stop, making him look foolish, but he then stopped at the question and let his smile be replaced by a confident smirk, determination flickering throughout his eyes. "People call me Hunter because I hunt villains down and crush 'em," he voiced, before turning his thumb towards the ground and sticking his tongue out childishly. "What about you?"
"They call my the Dominator, for I dominate planets with only my fists. You have been the first to withstand my punch, but what will happen to you when I-"
"Oh get on with it, I have to get to work sometime today!" A voice cut through the alien's speech, a pedestrian who obviously wasn't having any of this heroic moment.
Hunter turned around and waved to whoever had yelled out, then cupped a hand over his mouth, before shouting, "As you wish, dear spectator." A chorus of cheers rang through the air, giving Hunter an immense sense of pride.
With that, he turned around and charged towards The Dominator, adrenaline pumping through his blood. The battle, officially, commenced, Hunter, dodging the blazing fist of his opponent while sending well-placed attacks towards the alien. From the spectator's point of view, the battle was an evenly matched fight, each fighting with their lives on the line, wanting to finish the other off. Common knowledge told them that Hunter was planning on taking this thing into custody so it could face the proper punishment, or sending it back where it had come from with a solid boot. With alien species, it tended to be the latter.
The fight continued, the alien's skin beginning to turn a weird shade of orange while he continued to slow, showing the true colors of the fight, that he has at an extreme disadvantage. Hunter's leg pivoted, fist right fist balled up and racing through the air, collecting such a force that his fist seemed to flame. He threw this 'flaming' fist into the jaw of The Dominator, sending the alien crashing into the earth, creating a crater that spanned over two blocks.
The dust cleared and the fight was over, The Dominator, oranged and unconscious, and Hunter looking like he had just taken a walk in the park.
"That's what'cha get when you mess with earth," he laughed before grabbing the other by his antennae. Both hands secure, he began to twist around, as if he were preparing to throw a hammer, and, after one turn, he let go, sending the alien straight into the haul of a spacecraft parked around five blocks away.
For a second, there was silence, but then everything went wild. People started to pour out of buildings, all racing towards their hero. Shouting praises and swooning over the man's hand muscles, they cheered and cried out of happiness. Someone searched and reconnected with those they had been separated with while others traded versions on what had really gone down. This was a reaction that made Hunter's smile reach the heaven's.
Due to traffic, the police responded to the scene late, but Hunter was more than happy to oblige, knowing that their jobs were difficult enough. He filed a report, stated what had happened, from his perspective, and helped ensure that the alien was shackled properly.
The crowds began to disperse into the rubble, heading to where they needed to and preparing for the long haul ahead. Watching as people left, he took off towards the east, heading towards a building that was half collapsed and made his way up the decaying stairs. What awaited him at the top of the stairs was the real reason that he had been in the area. Not his heroic senses demanding that he need be in the area, or the sense of duty towards saving the public. Obviously, he was dedicated to these hero values, but that was by chance that he was attacked by The Dominator, not because he made it that way.
He hopped up on the last flight, his always joyful face slightly softening as he climbed. Reaching the floor of his desire, a sharp wiss sounded which caused him to duck and roll across the floor. His attention was directed to the wall behind him, where a shining knife had been wedged into the wall, right where his head would've been.
A second knife sailed towards him, which he dodged, just barely, again. "I think you're really trying to land a hit this time," he laughed before looking towards a dark corner of the room, where a shadow-looking figure pulled a rock across a knife, creating a soft shrink to sound through the air.
"What made you think that? I wouldn't ever dream of harming one of those pretty little hairs on your head," a muffled, but silky smooth, voice chuckled from the figure.
Gon started to step towards the figure, acting as though he was approaching an old friend, but his muscles were prepared to defend himself within an instant.
The sharpening noise stopped and the figure stood up and moved forward, but only a few steps.
"I don't know, you seem pretty hell-bent on slitting my throat, Black Out," Hunter cooed, before taking a quick step and throwing a punch at the figure. With a soundless leap, the figure jumped and landed right in front of the window, allowing the sunlight to bring out the figure of a tall, lean, male, covered in black, save for a small slit in his mask, that allowed cat-like blue eyes to pierce into the soul of their prey. The man was covered in black, even the skin showing through the slit was covered in a black substance, which Hunter had assumed to be eyeliner or eyeshadow, but when he pressed to find out, he was often told to piss off.
"Oh please, Gon, do we need to be so formal around each other," Black Out groaned, mask wrinkling up a bit, which Hunter took as him scrunching his face in distaste. "It becomes so boring."
Hunter only laughed a bit, before charging towards the other, fist blazing through the air. "But it's not as fun. I need to be able to call my greatest enemy by their villain name. It's not as authentic if I don't."
Jumping out of the way, Black Out laughed out before launching themselves toward the stairwell, landing perfectly on the stair railing. "I didn't know you knew such big words."
"Now, that's rude," Hunter said before chasing after the jumping 'ninja', trying his best not to whine all that much.
Black Out tilted his head to the side, his mask wrinkling again, which meant another expression was taking over his face. His eyes twinkled with playful desire before he dodged another one of Hunter's attacks. "Awe, did I hurt your feelings?"
Hunter only laughed before he threw both his fists into the floor, causing the stairwell beneath them to collapse, sending both of them plummeting to the floor. Neither made any cries out, for they both knew that they could survive with no problems.
They both landed in a crouch, determined looks painting their faces (eyes, since that's all you could see with expression from Black Out), a thud coming from Hunter while no sound originated from Black Out.
They both pushed back, distancing themselves from each other. This was a game they knew well, attack each other till one tires, then try to gain the advantage and defeat their greatest enemy. Easy said than done. Both were evenly matched in a fight, and each had a quality the other did not possess, but that only made the fight all the more difficult.
Feet moving them in circles around each other, they prowled like two deadly lions. "You know," Black out began, hands slowly drifting behind his back. "To anyone watching this, they'd think we were friends." He pulled out an object that Hunter knew all too well. An object that gave him the disadvantage in this fight.
"Awwe, please don't pull those out. I thought I was going to win this time," he whined before charging forward, attempting to create less distance before Black Out began to use the objects. But he was too late. The weapon began to spin, just grazing the floor, kicking up rocks and sending them hurtling towards Hunter, who instantly raised his arms to protect his face as the rocks hurtled toward him like bullets.
He merely laughed, "When have either of us ever been close to winning these fights?" Continuing to swing the objects around he pulled on back, revealing a yo-yo in his one hand. Black Out slunk back towards an open window, preparing his escape. He had been kind enough to wait for Hunter to finish off his fight with the freakish alien, so he should at least be allowed to get away, once again.
Squatting onto the window ledge he stopped the spinning yo-yo and slipped it back into the compartments behind his back. "Well, it was nice dancing with you, once again. Maybe next time you'll get closer," he cooed before leaning backward and free falling towards the ground.
A frown passed over Hunter's face before he flopped down onto the floor and sprawled out on the dust. He looked up at the crumpled ceiling and stuck a fist out in front of him, staring at it with fire. "Next time, I'll catch you, Killua."
Coarse hands ran through spiky hair as Hunter, or Gon, showered, attempting to get rid of the dirt that was stuck to his body. Besides this, his current thoughts were stuck replaying the past fight. His mind was racing, trying to figure out just what could possibly give him the advantage in his fights against, Black Out.
It was this task, the one given to him by the Hero Association, to bring in Black Out in either hope of rehabilitating him or giving him the proper sentences. When given the task, all the association knew was that this shadow went by the name of Black Out and he accepted jobs for assassinations, sometimes thievery. It was one of the hardest things that he had ever been tasked with and, after two years of trying to take in the villain, all he had accomplished was obtaining his name, or, at least, half of it.
He turned the shower off, hand resting against the cold tile, thinking back to when he had first learned the venomous name.
"How many times do I have to tell you, you're never gonna land a hint," the assassin groaned, dropping to the floor and pivoting on his left leg, bring down the bulky hero in one swift strike.
He dropped hard, head ringing from the impact, but he continued to fight. He needs to learn something or else this case, this positively stimulating case, would be passed onto someone deemed more qualified. "Too many to count, but I'm gonna keep trying. I can't lose to you," he cried out, determination filling his voice.
The man in black stopped moving completely, just looking at the hero with those vigorous blue eyes. Something flashed across the surface of those orbs before he shook his head and let out a snort.
"What?" Gon, who had yet to gain a super-name, whined, pulling his aching body up to face the other.
The man before him dropped to the floor, silently, before focusing his eyes upon the hero. "You're gonna lose this case soon, aren't you?"
Shocked, Gon moved to sit in front of Black Out. "How did y-"
"I have my ways," he huffed, cutting Gon's sentence short. There was a heavy silence in the room, both the males sitting and staring at each other, neither daring to say a word. It was needless to say that temptation was creeping over Gon. This could be his one and only chance to catch this man, but something told him to sit and wait it out.
Blue eyes continued to stare at Gon, as if trying to figure out just what he was thinking, as if, by just looking at him, he could figure out every last detail that had to do with Gon.
The mask covering Black Out's face shifted, wrinkling at points that made it seem like the man was smirking, maybe smiling. "Killua."
The voice that came from the man was delicate and barely audible, compared to what was normally a husked, cocky, tone when the man spoke.
"Wh-what?" Gon asked, eyes slightly widening at the demeanor of the assassin.
A laugh echoed through the area they were in, causing, even more, alarm to flash through the hero's brain. Sure, he had heard Black Out laugh before, but not so loud that it actually was audible to the normal human ear. "It's my name, idiot." He stood up then slowly started to back up. "I mean, you need information, right? So there's some information. It'll do you little good, but it'll be enough to keep you around."
Gon jumped up, wanting to make a move to chase after Black Out, no, Killua, but stopped just short of moving. He didn't want to scare him off, not without an explanation. "Why?"
"Because it's boring without the greatest enemy. Don't you agree? Anywho, I gotta go. Ciao." He winked before he dispersed into the shadows, and everything was quiet again.
Frozen, Gon continued to stare at that one stop, the spot where his greatest enemy disappeared. He pressed his finger towards the small earpiece, swallowing.
"Mission Control. Report in Freecss," a voice chimed in his ear, gaining all of his attention.
"Yeah, hi. Umm, I have information on the Black Out case. Can I arrange a meeting with the Chairman?"
From there on, he only dared to speak the name of himself, the feel of it on his tongue a blessing, but also a curse. Now he was stuck forever chasing someone who could never be caught, chasing someone with the most minimal information possible. Everyone had thought that, at least, the odd name would allow them some sort of information on the villain, but ever search turned up empty.
Fully dressed and ready for a break, Gon made his way towards the kitchen of his apartment, waiting for the stove to alert him to his finished dinner. Ten minutes later, he was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and slowly eating stuffed bell peppers, enjoying the slight taste of hot sauce that he had added. The News channel flashed across the screen, talking about his latest feats and the successful defeat of The Dominator.
Ever since he learned Killua's name, he became a full-fledged hero and was sent on odd jobs when he wasn't attempting to bring Killua in. With that came a steady rise to popularity as people began to trust him to hunt down the villains and bring them to justice, thus his name, Hunter. He loved the attention and was now bathing in the dream he had had ever since he was small, but this reality still required adjusting.
Finished and ready to just to call it a day, he slugged over to his room and nestled into the piles upon piles of blankets, allowing himself to drift into sleep, those cyan eyes still flashing through his mind.
