Kid crashed onto the top of a tattered green dumpster. Above him, a thin silhouette soared from one rooftop to the next effortlessly. He grit his teeth, straightening the black suit that draped over his body before clawing up a rusted fire escape. This was the third time Kid had set out to investigate the mysterious 'Coroner'. However, it had been the first attempt during which he'd been able to spot the being. The surrounding locals all had different stories about the creature, including it being a runaway demon that ate children for fun. Some believed it was the spirit of a witch's child that had been burnt at the stake during the Salem Trials. But the most popular story claimed The Coroner was a vigilante who slaughtered any criminals it spotted. However, these were just tall tales, and it was Kid's job to find the truth.
The shadowy figure burst across Death City's moonlit skyline like a bullet. It leaped high above the stars in a stunning display of agility and power. Kid tightened the grip on his dual pistols, plating both feet squarely on a skateboard. He kicked off forcefully as his opponent slid through the sable night. The silhouette's clothing rustled sharply against the wind, making it obvious that whatever the creature happened to be was wearing something loose and frock-like.
"Play! Play!" a sweet, childish voice sang overhead. Kid ignored the cry absentmindedly and charged forwards. He aimed both silvery guns upwards, firing two bullets at the being. Giggles, loud and boisterous, echoed through the darkened sky. The silhouette heaved its body upwards and spun in a perfect pirouette. Kid took aim quickly, squeezing twice more on both triggers. This time, a horrid shrill followed the muzzle flash. Whatever had been flying about so easily went plummeting to the ground with a thud. The young man skated over to see what had fallen from above.
A small child, short and thin in stature, lay on the cracked cement with one arm clutched to the other. Her eyes were a searing green, the same shade as a lime. The adolescent wore a short sleeved dress of charcoal gray that seemed to blend into the sidewalk she sat atop. Deep red traveled down the right side of her body, saturating each fiber of the soft, malleable fabric. Her left ankle had been broken so badly that bone burst through pale, dry skin. The once nimble foot had been turned at one hundred and eighty degrees. Fresh tears began to stain her chest with their salty embrace.
"Y-you're The Coroner, right?" Kid swallowed heavily. The child couldn't have been who he was looking for. He gulped, glancing at the brutally disfigured leg and the thick hole that pierced through her arm. She pointed to her chest, hand soaked with blood.
"Name Cora." she whimpered.
Another pet project I've been working on, tell me what you think. Sorry if this is vague and boring, I promise if it's continued it'll get much better.