I slid down an alleyway; I had heard a scream over the loud city sounds. I was now in Manhattan. I found the source of the scream; a woman was being forced against the wall by a man.
"Are you serious?" I asked, the man stopped his actions, turning to see me.
"What the fuck is with your get up bro?" he asked, laughing at my costume.
"It's only temporary." I replied, shrugging.
"Well, if you don't leave and forget what you've seen, imma blow your fucking head off." He retorted, stopping his laughter.
"Fuck off PeeWee." I said, charging at him. He swung his arm, connecting with my cheek. My head snapped sideways as I landed on the ground.
"Oh god that hurt." I said, getting my bearings. I got to my feet, shaky as hell at first, I punched the guy in the chest and brought my shin up and drove it hard into his ribs. I could almost feel the rib cracking as the kinetic energy was transferred. He stumbled backwards, clearly in pain. He reached into his belt and pulled out a revolver. He took aim and fired, I dived sideways as the bullet skimmed my arm. I hit the pavement, bleeding from the small incision the bullet left. I heard another crack as blood sprayed out of the back of the thugs head. He dropped to the ground, lifeless. I was shaking now; I had just witnessed a murder I had not intended. There was a thump of rubber hitting pavement as I was dragged from the ground.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the person asked. It was Hit-Girl, the one, the only.
"I was-." I began, stuttering a little.
"Go home, this isn't your thing." She said, "you're too chicken-shit." She finished. I just looked at her,
"Are you deaf?" she asked, punching me hard in the stomach. I stared at her, wheezing. She threw another punch; I caught this one and shoved it away. She through another, I blocked it roughly with my elbow. Then she threw a flurry of many punches. I blocked most, but the ones I failed to catch caught me in the stomach. She stopped,
"This isn't your gig, trust me bro." she said. "You're just gonna get yourself killed." She stated. She climbed speedily up a pipe lining a building. Sirens rang in the distance, I looked over at the woman.
"thanks." She said quietly. I nodded,
"Don't thank me." I said. I ran up the brick and caught the bars on a window, dragging myself up. I threw myself up and caught the windowsill above it, I pulled myself up that and scaled to the roof. I watched the cops enter, I shook my head as they dragged the lifeless thug away in a body bag. They began questioning the girl, she looked up at me and I turned around, walking away.
I entered my window, pulling the makeshift Cowl off.
"She had to fuck it all up!" I said, throwing the cowl away. I looked in the mirror, it was covered in mud. "Did she see my face?" I asked myself. It was pretty dark outside and the hood definitely shadowed my face.