"We have to help her." Whispered an unknown voice from the rooftops.
"No. We don't get involved in petty crimes, you know that." Said another.
Four in total, the masked vigilantes gazed down at the scene below them. A hooded girl was about to be attacked. The man was closing in on her and she was running out of room. They crouched in the darkness, completely unseen. Their eyes shone through the shadows, like coloured diamonds, glimmering.
"We can't just sit here and watch." Said the first.
"And we can't risk being seen." Growled the second.
"You are far too compassionate." Mumbled the third.
The fourth grinned at the other three, knowing that his vote wouldn't sway them.
"He's going to hurt her, or worse!" Gasped the first, his hands tightening on the top of the roof.
"No! Stay here!" the second warned, but it was too late. The first masked vigilante had hopped over the wall into the darkness.
I'll save her, he thought as he landed on a fire escape. He stared down at the girl, unable to see her face, but sensing her fear.
Then he froze.
"What the hell?"