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Chapter Thirteen; Anger

A black figure stepped out of the twilight shadows and into the light of a shattered streetlight. The light reflected sharply off the figure's visor and glittered savagely over the metal on his costume as he walked under the light, then died as he stepped out of the light.

"That stupid vigilante is back, and lookie here, no bike."

The Initiate in the passenger seat grinned. "So, do we gun 'im down or run 'im down? Both look good to me."

A Purple Dragon sat behind the wheel and smirked, "That kind of thinking is why I like you." He turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine.

Nightwatcher continued his slow, deliberate pace towards them. The helmet he wore was designed to both protect the wearer from harm and from being seen as a freak. But if the two men could see his face now it would not be the mutant face that would scare them, but rather the pure fury that burned in his eyes.

The driver shifted gears and hit the gas, even as the tires squealed and skidded before gaining purchase the helmeted figure continued towards them, never slowing or hesitating.

Finally the tires caught on the road and the sleek black Crown Victoria shot forward.

Nightwatcher barely had time to take another two steps before the car was upon him. The occupants in the vehicle were already crowing over their victory when the windshield suddenly spider webbed. The driver slammed on the breaks and the Initiate barely had time to register what looked like footprints as the source of the cracks when the windshield shattered again, this time a gloved hand holding some kind of dagger drove through the damaged glass and struck the driver.

The hand was withdrawn and hardly a moment later it returned, plunging through the glass on the passenger side and seizing the Initiate by his shirt. The next thing he knew the Initiate was being pulled through the windshield, shattered glass slicing into his skin before he was flung though the air. He hit the ground and pushed himself to his feet only to have momentum carry him back to the ground. Desperate and terrified, he scrambled back like an injured crab.

From atop his perch on the damaged hood of the car Nightwatcher seemed to watch him for a moment. But then he half stepped, half dropped off the car and easily walked up to the initiate.

Nightwatcher seized him by the collar and lifted him up, he would have been clean off the ground if the Nightwatcher wished it.

"Where's the kid and his father." Not a question, a demand. Low, angry and enough to cause the loss of certain bodily functions.

"I…he…they-"

A jerk backwards and a jerk forward again, shaking the Initiate like an under stuffed doll

"WHERE ARE THEY!"

"Pier sixteen! But they were planning to move them! If they did already I don't know where! I swear man, please that's all I know!" Terror, stark, cold and uncontrollable. Just as the Initiate was sure he was dead he felt himself hit the ground again.

He opened his eyes, unaware but not surprised to find he had closed them in the first place. In front of him the Nightwatcher was walking away. As he went he drew that knife-dagger thing of his and slashed both of the tires he passed.

Suddenly the man on the street found himself thinking fondly of home back in Buffalo. Yes, it was definitely time to get out of the city.

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