Shadowed Soul
By: Daiichi
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Note: This is a post-"Grave" fic so any story up to the end of the season may or may not appear. Please review and let me know if my first fic is worth going on with.
It was a night like any other night. The sky was clear, showing off the wonders of the starlights. Along the quiet road in the middle of nowhere, there was a bar that broke into the silence of the desert. This bar was far from ordinary, frequented by a wide variety of demonic ruffians. On most nights, there would only be the bar regulars and a few others drowning their sorrows or just relaxing. Though it would be hard to know that from looking at it tonight. Tonight, you see, was a special occasion. A new and large gang of demons had formed and was celebrating their most recent bout of carnage in a nearby town.
The celebration was suddenly interrupted by a loud shot by the door. All heads turned towards the disturbance to find a lone figure standing tall with a shotgun slung over its shoulder. The figure was dressed head to toe in black and even had a ski mask on to cover its face. The one part of his apparel that stood out though was his long billowing coat that seemed to hide something more mysterious beneath it. The demons assumed he was a man by his small muscular build and human shape. They were about to continue in their celebrating when suddenly the man in black pumped the shotgun and blew off the head of the demon that looked like the leader of the group. They all were shocked and stood up to confront this intruder.
"Now that I have your attention," he spoke muffled through the ski mask, "Am I right in assuming you lowlifes are responsible for the trouble in that town down the road?"
"And so what if we are runt?" Grunted the large demon toward the front of the crowd. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Oh, just a bit of payback for the lost lives is all." The man replied smugly. With that, he fired off another shell into the demon's chest causing all hell to break loose. He moved fast and smooth through the gang killing as many of them as he could. The demons were surprised by his inhuman strength and speed but they used their numbers and were beginning to gain the upper hand. Or so they thought.
Just when they thought they had won, he pulled something out of his jacket pocket and threw it on the ground. It silently exploded and covered the bar in a dense smoke. By the time the mob was able to see again, the man had vanished completely leaving a small bag filled with explosives in the spot he once occupied.
The man calmly walked away to his motorcycle as the bar exploded in a ball of flame that could be seen for miles. "All in a nights work," he said as he rode off into the darkness.