I hope this one will be as enjoyable as the first for those of you that read it. Enjoy it everyone!
Nightmare hung over the telephone line like a blanket. He was an excellent balancer, so crouching on a thick telephone line was no problem for him. He was looking for crime, in any form. It had been nearly a month since the death of his first-ever foes, Grey and Alvosta, and everything had been quiet since then. No mad scientists, no crazy monster-men, no super-rich businessmen. After all, he did not consider himself a superhero. They were for comic books. He was simply a vigilante. He didn't try to deny it. He took the law into his own hands. And as long as no one really cared, that was fine with him. But if the law started chasing him, Nightmare was through. Being a vigilante didn't mean he didn't respect law and order.
"Oh look," he muttered, staring down below. He could see right under him a gang approaching a rival gang. The Fire and the Ice, if he recalled the names. Typical. Fire didn't like ice, and the Fire didn't like the Ice. Just a normal gang fight. "Maybe I should get involved before someone gets hurt.
Dropping from the line with ease, he landed on his feet between the two gangs. "Now boys," he began in a mocking sort of tone. "It's ten o'clock on a Saturday night, and here you are, about to fight and ruin my evening. You should be home. I think Friends is on right now. Hurry, you don't want to miss it!"
Fire's leader swung a fast punch a Nighmare's head, which was promptly caught and used to flip the kid into his gang's mass of punks. Ice started to slip away, and Fire was all that remained. There were about ten kids angry and armed with switchblades. Sharp switchblades. The leader backed into an alley, leaving his buddies to finish the job.
One of them jumped at Nightmare with his knife, but a kick in the stomach dropped him and his weapon. Two ganged up on him at once, and both had quite a headache after their heads greeted each other. The remaining five all went for Nightmare angrily. One cut his arm slightly in the struggle, but it wasn't much of a fight. They all ended up in a heap on the concrete by the time that Nightmare was finished fighting, and nine switchblades were mysteriously found in a trash can the next morning. But the fight wasn't over.
As he began to walk off, Nightmare heard a voice coming from nearby. "Don't go just yet, hero. You forgot me."
Nightmare turned around, expecting to see Fire's leader with a knife or gun. Wrong. He shot from his hands, Nightmare could swear, intense fire and heat, aimed right at him. He jumped to the side in time to see a melted metal trash can.
"You're dead!" exclaimed the leader. "I'm not the only kid like this, and you're gonna be freakin' sorry you messed with me. See ya, hero!"
He shot another tornado of flame at Nightmare, who jumped into the street in time to avoid it. Running until he could run no more, Nightmare jumped into a building's window, still able to hear the laugh of the kid. The words haunted him the most.
"I'm not the only one like this…"