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The wind whipped the air as he stood there, over looking the dirty city. Keen eyes not missing a single thing. His claws gently clacked against each other, flexing, ready for use at any moment.

Tonight could be a peaceful one.

If only that blood curling scream didn't happen.

Quicker than a flash, he landed on the alleyway ground, heading through the maze of apartments to find the vitcim. Turning a corner, he immediately found what he was looking for.

"No... No please just don'tー"

CRACK

The woman went silent the moment the man looming above her dropped to the ground, unmoving. Fearful eyes glanced up, only to see the silhouette of... a man?

Brown eyes widened.

"The Coon..." She said through a breathy whisper.

"He won't be doing anything to you tonight, I promise you that. Now let's get you to safety shall we?"

The Coon raised his hand and threw something down. Something popped, and green smoke wafted around her.

"C, Coon? What're you..."

Eyes glazed over and her body slumped. The Coon approached and gingerly picked her up before disappearing into the alleyways again. Running through a route towards temporary safety.

Another success for the Coon.

"Did you hear?"

"Yeah, the Coon saved another one last night!"

"Only a few blocks away from my house."

"The City's much safer with him around."

News of the unknown hero seemed to flock the streets, filling office cubicles with instant buzz and board rooms with dirstractions. Relieved faces and happy voices filtered through the air, spreading nothing but good cheer.

The Coon was here for them. They were safe.

"Oh hey! Eric, did you hear?"

Hazel eyes looked up.

"Hey Kenny, and you're going to have to be specific; I hear a lot of things at the moment." He said as he walked out formt he elavator and towards his friend who was holding the newspaper.

The blonde co-worker rolled his eyes.

"Did you hear about Coon?"

"Yeah, I heard he was eating tacos with Jennifer Lopez."

"That's not funny, anyway, he saved another chick last night!"

"That's nice, now get back to work."

"Oh c'mon!" Kenny said, slightly annoyed. "How can you just say that when the Coon is out there? Hey, if I were him, I would get sex from the chicks I rescued."

"Yeah, okay, that's great Kenny, now just get back to work." Eric said, his tone gaining a snap. "If you're not going to work today, then don't punch in your card or else I'll be wasting my money."

"Chill the fuck out will you?" McCormick snapped back. "Dude, you were way cooler when you were a fatass." He said before walking to his cube. The brunette rolled his eyes before shrugging it off and walking over to his office. That woman from last night was a heavy fuck, she didn't look that fat, but God... he must've burnt off all of the calories from that Snicker (c) bar he ate last night.

Sitting down, he took the papers in hand and began going through the submitted files.

"...Christ, no one has talent these days."

He glanced over at his plastic apple with the light up leaf, tapping his foot. Mysterion hasn't called in for about a month, but then again, the mother fucker was somewhere in Thailand at the moment.

Still, he could've written a letter or something, right?

It was dark when he began to lock the doors, probably around 10 p.m. When he had everything packed up and locked down, he began walking out of his office.

And that's when he saw the letter on the floor.

He eyed yellow tinted paper before picking it up and pocketing it.

"About fucking time Clyde."

Relatively short, I know.