"GO FUCK YOURSELF STUPID ASS KID"- a man screams while unloading a clip from his UZI on a car
Behind the car is a teen, dark short brown hair and brown eyes. Along down side of his arms are tubes strapped to his hand with duck tape. These tubes run to his back with two small containers of propane gas and gasoline. He has the ability to chose wich one to shoot. There is a glove on his hands with two buttons and with a sparkling device on his palm with a safety. There are also two buttons on the upper side of his palm that can also be used to fire. While the man reloaded, the teen peaked and saw that he is reloading. He stood up, extended his right arm toward the man reloading the UZI and pressed the right button. Out of the tube gasoline fired and lit on fire towards the man. He was then partially on fire. He screams and starts hitting himself, trying to put out the fire. He trips and falls on the ground, rolling himself, still trying to put out the fire. The teen looks at him with wide eyes. The top of his head is bloddied and he holds his ribs in pain. His face is painted in dark red and black stripes. The man puts out most of the fire, the teen runs towards him and kicks him in the face with his leg. The man falls on his back. The teen handcuffes him to a nearby pole. The man grunts.
"Who the fuck are you ?"- the man asks, while the police sirens can be heard
"I am..."- the teen says with a pause, stands up and looks into nothing "...Raging Fire"
"Thats a stupid ass name"- says man
The teen looks down at him with wide eyes. He waits for a few seconds then kicks his head with a leg as if it was a soccer ball, knocking him out cold. He pulls out a red spray paint from his backpack and sprays "R.F. was here". The police arrive shortly after and took the man.
"Yet another armed robbery was stopped with the help of the local city vigilante, the "R.F.", the police is confused. The individual is breaking the law, but then agian he is more help than harm. This was his 7th assistance to the police. In other news.."- says the news reporter
"Lucky seven. Eeeheheeeeheheheeee"- Richie laughs like if he was some sort of goblin "OUGH FUCK !"
His laughter caused his battered rib to hurt. Its 7 AM. He is laying on couch eating cerial. He looks to the entrance of his uncles bedroom. His aunt is passed out on his bed. Alcohol took his toll on her. Riche watched news, ate, dressed up, took his books and in 07:35 AM started walking to West Philadelphia highschool. The walk that would usually take him 15 minutes, 20 tops, now took more than half an hour due to his battered rib. When he finnaly did get to his classroom he knocked at the door then opened the door. He enters holding his ribs. He was greeted by the whole classroom watching at him and a teacher giving him the look. Some guys laughed and some girls giggled when he bursted in.
"I uh , um, I, Im sorry profesor I-"- he starts to talk but is cutten off
"Get out."- he says
"Please profesor, Im hurt, please have some simpathy."- says Richie
"Exuse me ? What is this tone you are speaking with me young man ? You know I could send you to the principales office RIGHT NOW. SHOW SOME RESPECT. BOI."- professor yells, the last word he says Richie hears alot slower and deeper than other studenst do.
Richies eyes widen. His left eye twitches. He gets a flashback of his first act of vigilante. Back then he didnt even had a suit. He was just casually walking down the street when he saw a woman wrestling with a thief. The thief tried to take her purse. When he finally took it he started running towards Richies direction. Richies eyes got wide and he turned around and started walking away. But then he tought to himself. This could be his chance. This could be the chance of him making the world a better place. This could be his chance of him being usefull for a change. He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. He clenched his fist. Once they were close enough he quickly turns and THROWS a punch as strong as he could. He hit the woman, breaking her nose and making her fall to the ground. Seems she really wanted the purse back. He turns back and sees that thief passed by him same moment he turned to throw a punch. He started running after him and eventually caught up, suprising even himself. He kicked his leg and the man falls down. He turns the man on his back. He hesitates for a second but then punches him as hard as he could knocking him out. He stands over him. The adrenaline burns out and he could feel every ounce of pain from his fist. He grabs it and starts jumping in pain.
"F-, FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-, FUCK !" - he yells
He takes the purse and takes it back to its owner. The flashback ends. Richie speaks.
"Boi..."- he says softly while the classroom gets silent. He takes a step closer, still wide eyed. "Boooi..." he says agian with little louder "Booooooooo- *cough*" he coughs and tastes blood in his mouth. He looks at the floor with a confused look. "Im so sorry sir, where are my manners" he says and smiles a toothy smiles, revealing his bloodied teeth.
The teacher is stunned as are the studenst. Richie starts to back up.
"Fucking weirdo"- says a muscular guy in a sleevles shirt
"Umm, Bruce, watch, um watch you tounge"- professor says, eyes still locked on Richie
"Yeah Bruce, you should watch your tounge. You really, really... should"- Richie says while walking out and closing the door.
Richie went outside and sat on the bench. He waited there until the class was over, holding his ribs all the time. Once the bell rang and all students exited the classroom, one guy approached Richie. It was Johnny, his friend. He was one of few people he acctually talks to.
"What the hell happend to you ?"- Johnny asks
"I uh.."- Richie get a flashback of him getting hit by a car ".. um I fell from my bike."
Bruce walks to Richie, followed by two more guys. Richie stood up.
"Raise up lil bitch."- says Bruce trying to sound intimindating "What was that you said earlier ? The only one who should watch his mouth is you."
Bruce is now face to face with Richie. Richie is a bit taller than him, but Bruce is more muscalar and wider. Richies pupils go wide.
"Oh really little guy. And what are you going to do about it ?"- Richie says with a psyhotic laugh while getting into Bruces face.
Bruce pushes him away, causing Richie to trip and fall. Richie quickly gets up, jumps on a bench and knees Bruce to the face, breaking his nose and knocking few of his teeth out. The whole hallway starts to yell and separating them from one another. Bruce went to the school nurse and Richie had to go to princples office. After some convincing and few eye witnesses he was able to convince him that it wasnt his fault. He was released and the rest of the school day went as boring as usual. After the school he went home , still in pain. He drank some aspirin and fell asleep. He awoke in 11 PM, put his paint and his flame thrower on and went on his crusade agianst crime. Once he would return he would do his homework and study as much as he could. This was his life, and has been for the last week. It's exhausting, but the feeling of accomplishment after a stopped crime is worth it. He would need a new strategy tough. Only way he could stop crime is to walk around and hope to bump at one. He had a new target. There was an increase of drugs on the streets past few weeks. He managed to track a pattern. This one guy was near a night club "Favela" in Old City near the river. Few people would come to him, and later that night the ambulance would always come. Reason for ambulance was always drug overdose. He figured that the shady guy sells the drugs. If he could track him down he could maybe take out a whole drug organization. The guy hanged out near Irish memorial in the park. Richie was on rooftop on nearby building. How will I get down he tought to himself. Looking at him trough binoculars. Once it was 02:00 AM he started to walk away. Richie tied a rope and started going down. Once he was almost down the rope broke. He fell for three meters. The pain was hellish, his ribs felt like they were just ripped out. He would scream but it was too painful, he just opend his mouth and wheezed quietly. He quickly got up and started speed walking towards him. He tracked him to the river. He steped on a large boat. Richie followed him and hid behind a bench. Once the shady guy entered the boat cabin, Richie steped on the boat. The boat was filled with boxes. Richie hid behind of them. He opens one of them using a crowbar. He sees a box filled to top with bags filled with white powder. Probably cocaine he tought to himself. Two guys exited the cabinet and started talking.
"Ce a fost expediat astăzi?"- one of them says in Romanian
"Cocaină și rezervoare de propan furate."- the other one says
He noticed he said "cocaina". Thats it he tought. After some more arguing between themselfs they returned inside. He quickly climbed to the highest point on the deck, set his flame thrower on gasoline and started fireing the whole deck. After some time the boxes were all on fire, from the cabin ran out three people normally dressed and about 10 with body armor , but they just ran, didnt even turn to look at him. He was suprised by this and stops fireing.
"HELL YEA, RUN, THATS ALL YOU CAN DO. ITS RAGING FIRE MOTHERFUCKER, WOOOOOOO."- he yells
One of them turns and aims at him, but one of the normally dressed guys grabs his hand.
"Dont waste the bullet."- he says in Romanian accent and looks at Richie
"Do you even know what you are burning, idiot ?"- one henchmen yells
"Pff, yeah, Im bruning your drugs. Remember my name, I AM, THE RAGING FI.."- he says but is cutten off by an explosion
The explosion was caused by propane tanks. Some boxes were filled with them. The explosion threw Richie off his feet and into the river.
"Wow. Just wow."- says the normally dressed man
Richie swam to the shore. He lost his flamethrower. Well shit he tought, He limbed back home, tired and wet. It took him two and a half hours to get home. When he finally arrived he just went to sleep.