Vale, a city of garbage and filth that clog up the drain in their sink of corruption, you know, that filth you don't really notice that come from your feet when you're too lazy to use the shower and just prop it up on the sink an- Uh, wait. Where was I going again? Oh yeah, this city is like rice and vegetables. You scope it all up in one bite and it tastes wonderful, but one part of your tongue knows it just ate some terrifying green creature. Does that work?
Ah, to hell with it. With a city as deep in corruption as this, someone needs to step up. To act as a light in the darkness. To be the monkey in the bad carnival prizes. To bethe terror that flaps in the night. Thechill that runs up your spine. To be the bacon in the fridge. To be a beacon of hope to all. I am that someone, I will gladly take on the responsibility of the task. I am-
The blood curdling scream that broke out through the silence of the night cut off the small girl's inner monologue, prompting her pale head to turn in it's usual and naturally heroic fashion in the direction of the scream, her inner hero senses flaring. ''A call of distress, someone is in dire danger. It looks like a job for...uh...me!'' Noting to herself to later continue her quest to find herself a name for her alter-ego, she took off at full speed from the flat top of the McRonalds french fry billboard and onto the base of the roof, her crimson cape caught in the wind and slightly unbalancing her landing(Which I still landed MOSTLY flawlessly!) and causing a few stumbles across the roof.
The scream rang out yet again upon her approach though much louder this time to indicate that she was growing close to the origin of the scream, from what she could tell from the tone and lack of masculinity she could only come to the conclusion that the victim of today's danger must of been a small girl. Like me...Except, of course I'm not small, just vertically challenged!
Her feet reach the edge of the rooftop in the next few seconds and without hesitation, a large exert of force travelling down towards the soles of her feet, feels the force slam into the ground and propel the hooded girl's feet forward into the air and towards the lower position of the adjacent rooftop. Her feet soon come into contact with the edge of the other roof and she throws her upper body forward, pushing her small body into a forward landing roll across the metal surface of the roof that was rather painful for her head and messing up her raven hair. Awww, Yang's gonna kill me! She spent an hour with the straightener... When the soles of her black combat boots made contact with the roof again she pushed with her feet yet again and rose up into a standing position, only for this to result in her own loss of footing and with a few stumbles forward she was sent head first back into the ground.
Arg, the wind is attacking. I knew nature hated me!The hood that was sown into the top of her crimson cloak had managed to throw itself over her head before she hit the ground, now finding the hood's bright materials to have taken it's position over her silver eyes and hook the edge on her sharp chin. Dammit, cloak. I need my eyes! Move out the way!There was a few struggles to remove herself from the ground and back up into her heroic running, yet the lack of sight and the tangled cloth seemed to leave her at a point in the direction of madness and further entanglement. This is so un-Heroy, I hope no one sees this. That would totally flush my super hero career down the toilet.
After a few more sequences of failed struggles and vain gasps of fatigue she managed to work her small fingers through the twist and turns of the cloak, moving the tips around to pull the curves free from wrapping around her leg and soon releasing her body, allowing her to reach up and pull down the sigh-blocking hood while she got into a sitting position. And yet another example of woman trumping cloth!
Pushing herself to her feet the crimson clad heroin continued her dashes to the cries of terror coming from the dark streets below, the voices of distress becoming more audible as she made her way closer to the source. When the voices finally became clear enough for words to be formed the girl brought herself to a kneeling position at the edge of the roof, her head peaking over to look down at the assortment of clearly armed men moving around wooden crates. They must be smuggling illegal goods! What kind of criminal still uses wooden crates?
"You got our merchandise?" A rather deep and foreign sounding tone asked, coming from a bulky looking man in a fur coat that seemed to lead a group of what Ruby would defiantly describe as 'shady' individuals. Facing him was a tall and paler man, dark hair sprawling over the sides of his head, his eyes covered by orange tined spectacles just above a growing beard. It took the girl a moment to notice his strange attire, a stripped white shirt along with a black vest and blood red tie. He looks like one of those grizzled bartenders from TV. On second thought, didn't Yang go on about a club owner that looked like that…Julie? Junni? Jacob?...Junior?
"I don't know who wants this many illegal copies of Red vs Blue…But yeah, we got em. You have the dust?" Junior lit a cigarette as he gestured to one of his suit-clad people to open one of the crates, revealing the contents of… DVD's!? They're going through all this trouble to smuggle DVD's!?
A scream from nearby interrupted the two's illegal conversation, the same scream that had led he cloaked girl to this very place. They must be torturing the poor girl I mus- Junior turned his head towards the source of the noise. "That's the fifth time today, Vomit Boy! I'm conducting business here!"
"Sorry, Mr Junior, SIR. It's just that the crates here are REALLY heavy, I keep dropping them on my foot!" Omn, damnit… The scream came yet again "Ah! It's bleeding, I swear it's bleeding!'' Junior merely shook his head in shame, most likely contemplating why this person was even allowed to work with him, before returning to his business.
"Look, just give me the dust before my pride is hurt any more" Junior straightened out his vest as the cold night air caressed his skin, looking up at the opposite man, they seemed to stare each other down for such a long duration hat Ruby was starting to think they were communicating with their minds.
The man suddenly burst out into a hearty laugh to which even Junior was confused by, the bulky man gripped his chest in an effort to contain the laughter. After a while he finally let out his last laugh, standing like a tower and looking down on Junior as he gave out a cruel smirk. "Kill them all" Ruby's eyes widened as he scene played out before her, the other gangster's firearms seemingly appearing out of nowhere before they kept their firearms aimed threateningly in the direction of the men behind Junior.
"What the hell are you doing, Wolf?" Junior growled at the traitor with malice in his tone.
"Giving you your just deserves, little cub" 'Wolf' reached into the folds of his coat and pulled out a much smaller weapon then the others, his was just a simple hand gun, but for Ruby it was much more threatening. Something about a weapon so small being able to do so much damage unnerved her a bit.
"What!? You bastard…" Junior backs away from the deadly weapon, his hands up as Wolf lets out another laugh. "You know who I work for!"
"Torchwick. Yes, I know. The Krugar knows as well and as you know he's very protective of his territory, but he's especially protective when challenged by a Little Pup pretending to be a Lion" Ruby had enough time watching as the man drew close to ending his speech, her hand slipping down to grip the wooden handle of her weapon, pushing herself to her feet as she prepares to intervene. "Let your pitiful leader take your corpse as a message to leave town while he still has legs to do so''
His finger pulled back on the weapon's trigger, but as he did he felt a rush of wind dart past him as a red blur seemed to stay in his vision for a few seconds with a slight gleam of metal, before he knew it something had cut across his hand and the gun was launched into the air by its recoil; Junior seemed to have just been able to avoid the shot.
"What in the hell was that!?" Wolf growled at Junior who had now ended up on the ground, slowly attempting to shuffle away from the scene.
Junior did not get a chance to answer the man as one of his people screamed "Over there!" The two men looked to the side where a truck full of crates had pulled to a stop, the drier had suddenly disappeared from view, most likely cowering. Atop the vehicle stood a small figure that seemed to somehow stand directly in the moonlight, adorned in a crimson cloak that billowed in the wind mixed with black cloth that blended in with the night, making the figure almost invisible aside from the red cloak. Glinting in the moon's deadly gaze was the metal top of a stainless and sharp edge attached to a wooden base, forming the threatening resemblance to a scythe.
"It's a ghost! I knew operating in October was a bad idea!"
"No, man. That's not a ghost! Look at that scythe and I don't think it even has a face. It's the Grim Reaper!"
Alright, speech time! "I am the ghost who slide in the night, I am the chill up your spine-" A barrage of bullets came her way as the few who weren't stunned by her entrance realised she was a threat, for a moment she was in the way of the bullets, but in only a second she was off the truck's roof and charging right at one of her attackers. "-I am the crusader of the law, the spirit that lurks wherever there is wrong doing-" Her scythe came up from beside her to push the tip into the trigger of the other man's weapon, twisting the handle to forcefully push the gun out of his hands, before moving the scythe's handle down to sweep under the man's leg. "-I am the angle of judgment-"
The man collapsed to the floor just as bullets fired towards the two, the girl now pushing against the ground to roll out of the way. "-Look upon me now and fear my very presence-" She darted towards the other attacker, a tall woman wearing the same attire as the others, who couldn't see to aim at the moment as the figure managed to easily dart out of danger. It didn't take long for the figure to reach her and, before the woman could react, the scythe came up with the wooden handle following to collide with the woman's head, leaving her to collapse unconscious. "-For I am-"
Ruby let out a gasp of pain as a bullet skimmed across her shoulder, allowing a good enough wound to cause a good amount of blood to trickle out. She turned her head to look at the smiling face of Wolf, who approached her with his gun back in hand. His voice sending a wave of fear through her "-a snake who thinks herself a dragon" No sudden movements…wait for an opportunity…
"Is that all you do? Spout stupid animal metaphors? Because it ain't that scary" She gritted her teeth as he let out a laugh at her retort, his weapon still trained on her. "Maybe if you concentrated less on that you would of hit me!"
He growled back at her slightly, the comment obviously taking a small effect on him. Note to self: DON'T PISS OFF THE GUY THAT CAN FLATTEN YOUR HEAD LIKE A PANCAKE UNTIL YOU'RE SURE YOU CAN WIN! "Don't live in ignorance little Snake, I can smell your blood. And like a shark, I can't wait to taste it"
"...You mean…YOU'RE A VAMPIRE!?" Ruby gasped
"Wha- NO! I was trying to be threatening! I'm not actually going to drink your blood, just spill it all over the floor!"
"Oh, that makes much more se- Hey! That's not any better!" Ruby jumped back as the man emitted another growl at her, bringing up her scythe towards him with her feet square against the ground in case she needed to move quickly.
"Enough of your games! These attempts to stall your demise are ruffling my fur!" He didn't hesitate for a moment, firing round after round at the girl, fortunately for her the brief jump back she took allowed her enough distance an time to run towards cover.
Unfortunately for her the beast of a man wasn't exactly content with just standing still and watching his prey run away, resulting in him bolting after her with a yell of inaudible taunts. Something about a Puma and a Warthog… Her wounded shoulder was not exactly speeding her up in the process, though she had no time to curse it as another shot was fired, though this seemed to purposely miss her by a few inches around her feet, prompting her to jump up in surprise and stopping her dashing; which she quickly regretted as it allowed Wolf to send his elbow into her back, forcing her to the floor. Wolf now towered over her with a sickening grin, his hand gun now by his side
Thinking quickly Ruby pulled her scythe towards her, not hesitating to slam the metal edge of the scythe into the side of his leg, coaxing out a yell of utter pain as blood started to drip from the new wound. Taking advantage of the small window of surprise due to her stab, she pulled herself to her feet and attempted to slam the wooden handle of the scythe into the man's head, but it didn't seem to affect him much, only allowing him to ram his fist into her stomach.
A few metres away from the fight Junior found himself dragging himself towards the front of the truck, trying his best not to be noticed by the two deadly fighters. A crunch in the mud only a few metres behind him cause the man to stop dead in his tracks, turning his head slightly he could see that one of the men knocked out by the girl before had now fully regained their composure and had noticed hIm escaping. Unfortunately for him it wasn't one of his men.
"Where are you going, Junior? The Krugar said you gotta die" The gangster regained his weapon from the ground, holding it up to aim at the now defenceless Junior. "Don't scream too much" Junior closed his eyes tightly, his teeth grinding together as he looked at the gun. Thinking about how that gun, the van and the two fighting in the background would be the last thing he'd ever see, how he'll never be able to make things up to his mother, how he'd never get to ask that one que- Is it me, or should I be dead by now?
He turned around curiously to see that the attacker was now back on the ground, the van's door was lying wide open, a blond and scrawny looking boy now stood by the door with a expression as if he was a deer caught in headlights. "Oh, god. I'M SO SORRY, MR JUNIOR, SIR! I didn't mean to.."
"V-vomit boy? Did you just knock him out? With the car door?" When the by nodded with another apology, Junior simply shook his head and advanced towards the van. "Alright, get in. You're driving me back to Torchwick, I'm not going to an early grave by the big bad wolf or little red riding hood"
"Of course, Sir!" The boy replied suddenly, quickly jumping into the drivers side of the Van as Junior got in the other. "Seat belts on…Feet off the brakes…"
"What the hell were you doing n the van anyway? You're supposed to be moving boxes"
"….Cowering"
"Just drive"
Ruby felt her breath hitch an her lungs near bursting point as Wolf's gloved hand held her by the neck, forcing her against the side of the van with an angered look, squeezing her already small neck. "You lead a long chase, but a good hunter always gets his prey. And I am nothing less then the best! Though, to be fair you were quite the fighter, little Snake. I shall remember this fight as I feast on the royalties of this successful hunt"
"I am not food!" Ruby coughs out as she starts to desperately kick at the man to seemingly no effect, she swung again, but her feet seemed to act like twigs when compared to the log sized bones the man must have had. Soon she couldn't even get the energy to swing her legs any longer, his choking hands sapping the last of any oxygen get had as they began to crush her bones. Damn it…I need help...What type of super hero needs help?
Someone must have been able to hear her pleading thoughts when the van suddenly started to move away, the now active side starting to pull her body with it as Wolf pressed her against it. The bulky man in question was a little unbalanced by the sudden strong pull of the van, coupled with Ruby's few kicks he was sent stumbling forward slightly, his grip on Ruby loosening.
She took this opportunity to pry open the clasp on his entwined fingers just managing to fire herself from his neck and send herself tumbling to the floor, but even with her body hurting all over se wasted no time and started to crawl away as quickly as she could, slowly rising into a sprint as her eyes searched her surrounding for her fallen weapon.
It's metal edge gave out a glint that allowed her to just spot it nearby where she had struggled with Wolf before, her feet managed to carry her over to her scythe quickly though she could hear Wolf's grunts as he seemed to have recovered from his stumbles. He was in hot pursuit even though Ruby had a head start, when she reached down to take hold of the scythe he was just within arm's reach, his panting easy to hear at such a close distance.
Her small hand managed to form a strong grip around the handle of the scythe, bringing it upwards as she twisted around to face her pursuer, the momentum of the pull and turn guiding the metal edge of the weapon around to slice across the man's face, causing a cut to appear from his cheek to his nose.
Wolf made an attempt to ram his fist at her moving figure, but she was quick enough to evade the attack before she brought her scythe back around again to slash across his chest. He backed away panting, his hand reaching up to feel his wounds and clasp the now stained fabric. "This snake has more bite then I first assumed" He smirked down at her, before sirens were heard wailing in the distance. "But it seems I don't have the time to fully test the power of that bite"
"He, I'm not letting you run away!" Ruby blurted out through her wild panting, attempting to slash at the man again, though her aim wasn't as good as before, her exhaustion was starting to catch up with her.
"You're flesh is damaged and your strength is failing, but the time it would take to kill you would give the law an advantage" He started to turn, Ruby attempted to move forward but the sting in her shoulder brought her to the thought that his words rung true. "Though don't fret, Little Snake. I will be looking for you. A good hunter always gets his prey" With that the man walked away with no resistance from Ruby, who now gripped her shoulder wound.
Amateur…A real hero would of have him knocked out for the police to find. The girl looked towards the source of the siren as they approached, police lights blaring when the cars pulled dup by the site of the fight. By the time they got there, Ruby had managed to make herself scarce and leave the scene with only some of her blood on the floor.
Well… For my first night as a Super Hero, I guess I did okay… But I'm not going to let that Wolf guy get away next time. Or my name isn't… Arg, still can't think of a name. She made her way through the streets, careful not to let anyone notice that there was a bleeding little girl walking around as she made her way back to the window of her apartment building. I'll master this superhero business, even if it kills me…