– Separator –
Crouched on a rooftop a figure dressed in ratty old sweatpants, a pullover sweatshirt, and domino mask looked down on the gathering of abb thugs she had stumbled across. It was evident that they were waiting for their leader Lung.
As if the mir thought had summoned him Lung strode up and sat in a Reagle looking chair. The hidden figure wondered if Lung would 1 day order his men to carry him around like royalty of old. Lung was now speaking.
"I don't care what they think. I don't care what they do. You see 1 of those kids, you shoot them. You see 1 lying on the ground, you shoot him or her again for good measure."
Lung wanted to kill kids? I guess I would have to put a stop to that. grabbing on to the rope I had tied when I first heard Lung speak, I slid down to the street.
"I'm afraid Lung, that I am going to be forced to stop you. No one kills someone else when I'm around."
What was that. I had never been that out spoken with anyone.
Lung looked me over, and snorted. "And just who do you think you are?"
I shrugged pulling out my silenced pistil. "Targets do not get to learn anything about those who are hunting them, Personality shift."
Time seemed to stand still as a tv screen popped up in front of me. On the left side was a list of channels, each labeled with a name and a picture. Right now, channel 7 was highlighted, with my picture alongside the name Tailer Anne Heberd.
"Channel 1."
The dial spun to face the name Lightning, and pointed to a picture of a male standing about 5 feet 8 inches tall, carrying a short sword strapped to his right arm.
In a flash the concealed figure transformed into a shorter male holding a short sword, and giving off an ora of command.
"This is your only warning" he said to the gang bangers. "Stand down, or be prepared to feel my rath."
Lung looked surprised, but only for a minute. "Get him" he growled out at his men.
Sighing lightning slashed out with his sword generating a shockwave that sent everyone except Lung and himself flying into the side of the building, knocking all of them out.
"I did warn them" lightning muttered.
I had to give Lung credit, he only glanced at his downed men. Turning to glare at me he said, "You think you can fight me?"
I shrugged. "Not only fight, but I can win as well."
Something set Lung off at my words. I don't know if it was the words themselves, the tone in which I uttered them, or maybe Lung was going to ramp up no matter what happened. Whatever it was he rose from the chair he had been sitting in, and with a roar through A brick he had concealed in his hand.
"Personality shift."
Once again time seemed to freeze around me, and the screen once again popped up.
"Channel 5."
The dial spung until it was pointed at the name Pree, and A picture of a young woman standing at 4 foot 9 inches, wearing a soft yellow battle dress. She carried no weapon, but wore sensible looking gloves the same color as her dress. On her head sat a crown woven out of thorns, and she wore steel looking toed boots.
As time resumed marching forward my form blurred, changing from the man with a sword, to the woman in the picture. being shorter now the brick would have passed right over my head. That is until I reached out with my new found strength, plucked the brick out of the air, and through it back at A surprised Lung.
Lung was to surprised staring at my new form to notice the brick heading for him. That is until it smacked him in the head.
I watched dispassionately as Lung breathed out fire at the offending brick, before turning his glaring eyes back on me.
"You will die for that" he said beginning to ramp up his transformation.
I shrugged unconcerned. "You know Lung that having only 1 real trick up your sleeve makes you predictable, and makes it easier to develope a counter for it, Personality shift."
"Channel 6."
This time my form shrunk down to the size of a 10-year-old child. My gloves disappeared, and in their place appeared a spear in my right hand, and a boomerang on my left arm. The biggest change, aside from my size, was the color of my hair. Through my first 2 transformations it had stayed my usual mousy brown, but now it was a shocking Firey red.
Lung had missed my transformation it seems, for he breathed out an enormous column of fire right where my head use to be. Taking a deep Breath, I sucked in all of the fire, like a vacuum sucks up dirt.
Lung staired in shock as I devoured his fire.
I also noticed as I absorbed his fire that Lung's powers seemed to be reversing themselves. Instead of ramping up, Lung seemed to be ramping down. No matter how hard he seemed to be trying to do the opposite.
"What did you do?"
I gave Lung a smile full of strait shining teeth. "I temporarily absorbed your powers through the fire you shot at me. Don't worry though, your Powers will return in about 55 minutes."
I tilted my head listening. "I would suggest you find a place to hide for those 55 minutes, I can hear a motorcycle heading this way."
So, saying I shifted back to lightning, and prepared to use 1 of his abilities.
"Wait" Lung said looking at me.
I glanced at him. Yes?"
"What is your name?"
I smiled a shark like smile. "I'm the killer of crime, not criminals. So, you can call me 'Killer Seven'."
With that I teleported away.
– Separator –
Prt director for the northeastern United States staired at the head of the wards in surprise. "Are you serious?"
Armsmaster nodded, no expression visible behind his faceplate. "Yes director. A to this point unknown cape not only took down Lung along with about 50 non-powered gang members, but they did it all without dealing any physical damage."
Director Emily Piggot pinched the bridge of her nose. "An what did this new cape call themselves again?"
Armsmaster looked a little uncomfortable. "They said since they kill crime to call them Killer Seven."
– Separator –
An: and that's all I intend to write for this story. I could probably write more, except I don't know the worm cannon, so I don't know what is supposed to happen when.
Those who have read my more recent stories, "The Elemental Spell Gamer", and "Harry Potter Elemental Savior" will probably recognize the powers I gave Tailor.
The concept is based off the game "Killer 7". In this game you control a person who has the ability to shift into 7 different personalities all designed around killing. Though in the game you are out to kill living creatures, I decided to make Tailor a killer of crime.
Well, that's all for this week, and I will see you all next time.