Legend of the Red Mask
By Red42810
Chapter one: The Angel of Vengeance
The streets of New Luna were, as usual, bustling with city life. Cars honked endlessly in the clogged street ways. Pedestrians went along their usual business. Some filled the street ways on their way home or were selling numerous products to potential buyers. Others simply sat at whatever location they could to eat or talk or both. All the lights and signs created a marvelous glow which filled the air. All seemed peaceful in this city. However, under this facade lay a sinister underbelly.
In a dark alley outside the city, a shop owner was closing shop. He wore a long trench coat, a fedora, and carried an umbrella. In his other hand, he carried a small bag containing money, credit cards, his ID, and the like. Now, tonight, he assumed, he would continue his mundane routine. He would leave his shop, go home, have dinner with his family, then sleep. But tonight, it was going to be a little different. Little did he realize, right behind him, two suspicious figures approached him cautiously. They were dressed in identical outfits: black suits, pants, shoes, hats, even sunglasses. They approached him, and snatched the hand bag. They then dashed off. The man, astonished, yelled, "Hey, get back here with my stuff!" One of the men turned, but reached for his gun, sacked in his utility belt around his waist. He took one shot. It hit the man in the shoulder. He yelled in absolute agony, and collapsed, gripping his shoulder tightly as he did. The two men then proceeded to run toward the ladder at the other side of the alley. They soon engaged in an odd conversation. "Man, this is going to gives us a big pay day." One of them boasted. "Yeah, and with the guy there dead, there ain't nobody, cops or otherwise, to stop us" the other one said. He was about to be contradicted. As they reached the ladder, a mysterious figure jumped from the buildings and into view of the two criminals.
He was a Grovyle, reptilian Pokémon with green scales, a red underbelly, and a long leaf on his head, pairs of threes in his arms and legs, two leaves on his tail, and two fingers and toes. He wore strange clothing, a black skintight suit, red plated gloves and boots, and the most distinctive feature, a red metal mask which covered with the upper portion of his head. He was staring directly to the criminals.
The two men reached for their guns and tried to shoot him down. However, as they did so, a small figure came from the surrounding buildings and swooped down to them. As it did, it extended its front legs and scratched the criminals' hands. They yelped and held their hand in agony. As they did so, the Grovyle lounged forward and attacked the men. It grabbed the first man and kicked him in the torso. The man backed down, and put his chin on his chest, but not before the Pokémon pounded him in his head. The resulting trauma caused him to pass out. The other man then ran to the creature with his fist crutched. The creature anticipated the move. He jumped just as the man was about to punch him and climbed to his back. He then pushed his back forward and his head backward. This caused the man to faint. After the two men were subdued, the creature grabbed the handbag from one of the criminal's hands and walked to the man in the brown trench coat, still anxiously holding his left arm, with his head down. He dropped the bag to the man's side and came to the wall. He then climbed the wall to the top of the building and rose to his feet. The man stood up to get a glance at his savior. The figure that struck the men's hands earlier appeared and landed on Grovyle's shoulder. He simply looked to the man and then turned and walked off.
This is my first fan fiction on this site. It's about a vigilante Grovyle that roams the streets of the fictional noir style New Luna city. He will face psychotic super-villains and dark crime syndicates. This story is somewhat dark in nature and will contain violence (Partially gun violence and Pokémon violence combined.) This is inspired by vigilante comic books. Constructive criticism is welcome, though no "this story sucks …" type is welcome. Try to remember that the whole point of the critiques is to improve one's writing. In the next chapter, we'll find out the aftermath of this incident and formally introduce a new character.