A/n: A New Fic while Shadow of Evil is on the Back Burner, Done In a Sin City style, Means Language and slightly mature situations, but no sex well not in this chapter, I'd break the rules if i did.Anywhoo, Italics are the Characters Thoughts and normals action and what happening just so you know, Now stop reading this bit of Drivel and Read the story. Go on.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Titans nor any DC character that appears, I do however own all characters in the first chapter.

The Razor's Edge

Chapter 1

Enter the Vigilante

Jump City. It's a nice enough place 'cept at night when the true villains walk out and begin their work. The giant T dominates the skyline but its occupants worry too much about the super-villains rather then the true menace that eats away at society like a cancer.

Lightning streaks across the sky illuminating the figure on the roof, he stands one foot on the ledge watching the large mansion before him his eyes cold and watchful.

This is one of those cancers, Nicky Holmes son of our beloved senator Dwight Holmes. Twenty-four years old and already neck deep in shit. Shit of his own making. He's a paedophile if I ever saw one. Of course there's no proof, never is with someone as powerful as him.

A delivery van makes its way to the house and stops at the gate. Guards walk up to check the driver's identity. As soon as he's cleared he's waved through. The van enters the estate before disappearing into the shadow towards the back of the house.

Several children have gone missing in a short period of time, bodies haven't been recovered. I did some searching found out from a 'friend ' about Young Holmes' habits, I ain't got no proof though and a man don't deserve to die if he's done nothing wrong so I wait here watching waiting for the s.o.b to make a mistake but he's good, keeps everything clean. If he does have anything to do with these kidnaps then he's not directly involved. His hired thugs do the work he gains the spoils.

The figure on the roof lifts his head suddenly, his head cocks slightly to the side, his body tenses.

I hear it the scream of a child. The bastard fucked up, this'll cost him, I swear.

His body seems to undergo a change, lightning again lit up the sky revealing the figure in his full glory he was an almost insect green, brown. And fully armoured like an insect, two claws stuck from the his knuckles and three from the feet, the left shoulder pad had three spikes at the intersections of the armour that went at ninety degree angles so they covered it armoured head. The head had a face plate that covered his mouth, yellow eyes glowed from the black depths, the helmets spiked from the sides at regular intervals which added to the look, the most fear some thing however were the two huge forearm blades, that were obsidian black.

It backs up and takes a leap off the building landing on top of the gate houses roof. It uses the forearm blades to open it like a sardine can. The guards can't even scream, as the blades puncture their chests ripping through bone like it was butter. The assailant twists the blades they manage to start to scream when he yanks his arms up, blood sprays the walls leaving giant streaks. He moves from the guard house and makes his way to the house and its basement.

The basement the sick fuck's there I can smell the stink of fear, the fear of a child. It's disgusting and not natural. A small growl escapes my throat. I hear another noise patrol guards. I move into cover behind a bush. He walks oblivious to my presence. He stops and listens to sounds of a child crying out in fear. My blood boils, I move closer my blade goes straight through his chest and sticks obnoxiously from the front. He doesn't feel it, he only knows it happened cause he's staring at it. I twist the blade he feels it he can't scream as I remove his head. It drops in front of me and stares blinking for a few seconds before it goes brain dead. I drop his body blood spraying out like a fountain from his arteries.

The figure again begins to move; he's silent like death itself, he stays hidden in the shadows and makes his way to where the van is parked. The driver and several guards are smoking and joking, it doesn't last long.

Something flies out of the shadows they crossed in mid air and then embedded in two of the guards heads they fall to ground, as quick as a cat pounces on it's prey the remaining guards drew their Glock pistols, One of the guards dropped to a crouch by one of the two dead guards, his eyes searching the shadows his gun raised he stretched out his arm and pulled the weapon from the dead guards forehead, he glanced at the weapon before returning his view to the shadows for a few more seconds.

He was sure the other guards had his back covered and took the chance to have a proper look at the weapon. It was strange a four-pointed star like a shruiken that was a green brown colour and seemed to be made from a bone substance.

A flash of lightning illuminates the shadow revealing to the guards the attacker, it's yellow eyes fixed on their position. The power to the lights suddenly cut out and the guards were left in darkness.

The storm had moved straight overhead and rain began to pour down, like that of a monsoon. Lightning flashed and one of the guards screamed as the creature that they had seen was stood straight in front of him, the blade on it's arm cut through his body and both sides fell to the floor and it went black again. The guards left in complete darkness fired where they had seen the creature.

Lighting again lit up the sky the creature stood behind one of the guards and it brought the forearm blades down in an X-shape separating the guards into four pieces, again it went black and the guards fired into the darkness.

The creature didn't wait for lightning to light up the sky this time, the night time storm air filled with the sound of screaming as one by one the guards were killed. When lightning struck again there was one guard left and he stared into the face of his death.

The lights that had allowed the guards to see before turned back on, all though this time less bright as the back-up generator kicked in. The surviving guard fired the remaining bullets point blank into the things chest. There was a pinging sound to indicate that the bullets had at least hit the thing, but it didn't register any impact, the guard stared fearfully in the things face, His eyes looked at the blades on it's arms as the shot upward into what ever part of it's body housed them. It drew back it's fist and smashed it into the guard's face, the skull collapsed into itself leaving a mangled bag of skin containing the broken parts of a skull and it's mashed up brain.

Damn to noisy I'll have alerted him something I didn't want to happen my hand's covered in the guards face which I shake off and make my way to the truck. The driver's cowering in the back fear in his eyes. Stupid Bastard has no right to live with what he's done. I break his neck quick before turning to the basement entrance. I rip it open and head down.

My heart jumps fearing I'm too late, but it looks like the fire fight interrupted him, the girl's safe, tied up and still clothed, tears streaming down her face. She's gagged and Nicky's no where to be seen, some one moves behind me. Nicky tried to blindside me he receives a punch to the gut for his trouble. He falls over a stack of boxes and I put my foot against his neck. He stares at me wild-eyed hatred, I don't care I look over at the girl.

It's funny I want to set her free but I don't trust her to stay down her and not rush off upstairs. I grab Nicky and lift him up. I push him through an open door at the back of the basement. It's sound proofed with a bed this is where the bastard fulfils his sick fantasies. There's a furnace at the side and It's on, There are chains hanging on the wall and I lock Nicky up, He's cursing and telling me he has powerful Lawyers stupid dick doesn't know you don't need lawyers in hell. I stick my arms in the furnace; my armour doesn't take long to heat up. I pull them up and they're glowing white.

The Hatreds gone from Nicky face replaced with fear. I grab his arm, My Hand causing him to scream in pain as I leave him with first degree burns. It's the least of his worries as I bring my blade through his arm half way down the humerus. I hold it there cauterising the wound, killing off nerve endings. If he survives they won't be able replace it with out taking his arm off. His lower arm drops the floor with a dull thud. The smell of burning flesh permeates the air but I move back to the furnace and repeat my grisly work on his other arm then legs. He's into much shock to speak, doesn't matter his screams are good enough conversation fillers.

I move to the furnace one last time. His eyes open wide, the only thing he can think of that's left to lose his head; I leave them in longer this time to hammer the message home. I pull them out and move back to him he's shaking his head moaning something I don't listen. I hold the blade of my arm right next to his crotch, he realises now I won't kill him, blood loss or shock can do that but I won't. I grab his head with my other hand, leaving his face horribly burnt he screams in agony, even more so when I remove his genitals and cauterise the area.

I step back almost admiring my handy work, letting my hands cool down. He's a broken man tears stream down his face, I could kill him but that would be letting him have mercy which he doesn't deserve. My blade shoot back up into their housings and I turn and leave he begins to shout for me to come back I ignore him and walk to the girl. Tears are streaming down her face; she fights against the bonds trying to get away from me. I sympathise with her I do, I'm a killer I don't shirk from it I've accepted it's what I do.

He moves to the sobbing child the left forearm blade snapping into place. He brings it down through the rope holding the child, she stumbles forward tripping over her feet, a small gasp exits her throat as the floor comes up to meet her and stops mere centimetres from her face.

She winces a little at the grip on her shoulder; she's raised and placed on her feet. The thing that saved raises a finger to where lips would be, encouraging her to be quiet. She opens her mouth to scream instead and an armoured hand is clapped around her mouth.

He growls at her with an intensity that until then she only thought her father could muster. She instantly quietens as the creature urges her to follow him back the way that it had come.

She followed hesitantly; lightning flashed across the sky and the back-up generator cut out saving her from seeing the bodies of the dead guards. She held out her hand and felt a cold embrace as the creature took it and led her through the estate to the bright lights of Jump City. They stopped at the gates avoiding the guard house and the creature lifted her up into its arms before bending its legs and launching them both over the gate and onto the street.

She stared at him as he lowered her, to the ground, the rain had plastered her hair to her face, despite her apprehension towards him she ran forward and hugged him before turning and running towards the main street.

He watched her for a few seconds if in this state he had lips he'd be smiling but he couldn't and the approaching sounds of police cars caused him to make himself scarce. He ran towards the side of a building and without stopping climbed straight up it.

A/n: The next chapter will feature the Titans, If not you can shoot me.