I jumped out the plane, feeling the cool breeze hit my face. It really brings a sense of peace.

"Hey, kid, can you hear me?" my earphones picked up with an old mans voice.

"Loud and clear, sir. You got any info on our little rat in the government?"

"Yes I do. Now listen up, I'm only saying this once."

"Roger that."

"Our target's name is Leon Garcia. He's a Spanish man, average build, around 5'11. He has a quirk that can stop a heart for a few seconds, but he needs to touch you with a blood stained hand, so don't get messy with this, Ares. I know how you are." The old man really wants to make a point.

"Don't worry. This will be quick and easy. For me, anyways." The old man sighed an annoyance.

"Yeah, sure. Don't get cocky, now. His last seen location is Black Ice Gentleman's Club. Your fake ID should give you easy access to the facility. Ask around and see if they might know where he has disappeared to."

"Oh yea, a club! This night just got a whole lot better." I giggled like an idiot. Come on, a young growing man needs a little action.

"Don't waste time, boy! Hurry up and get this done. Sean wants this job done TONIGHT, you got that"

"Uhhh, OK! Sheesh, get of my back, you old geezer."

"I told you to call me Press. Damn child, I raised you to be fine young man that does what he needs to do, know get moving!" The call dropped after that.

"As usual this old man needs to just chill out. I always get the job done."

I could finally see the beautiful bright city that is New York City. Oh man, this brings me back. New York is my home, being a native of the Bronx.

"Alright, lets get moving, Spirit Gear: Phoenix!" I grew blue, see through wings and got my ass moving.

Name: Ares Ushitora!

Quirk: Wild Spirit!

This quirk allows Ares to call to his Spiritual Guardians that guard his very soul. He fuses with these spirits, giving him supernatural and powerful abilities for not just combat, but for stealth missions and rescue missions! He also gets weapons that correspond to what the spirit's weapon is! He has 4 Guardians that guard him: The Beautiful Phoenix, The Powerhouse Oni, The Indestructible Nemean Lion, and The Unseen Wraith. He gets claws, a kanabo, a scutum shield, and a dagger, respectively.

I sped through the sky, blasted with the odor of rats, cheap pizza, murder, and hookers. Yep, I was finally in Brooklyn.

"Now where is it…..Ah there it is!" I saw a bright sign with a lady flashing her body to the world.

I landed a few blocks away, scaring a few pedestrians walking by.

Brooklyn hasn't changed much. Still overrun by ghettos and gangs lurking every street, picking for a fight.

Speaking of gangs…

"Hey, how you doin' little man." Some sleazeball walked up to me with 6 guys backing him up.

"I tell you what. You give me all that bread in your pocket, and will let you through. If you don't accept our kind offer..." His boys started to get closer. Oh, this is going to end badly; for them anyways.

I grabbed the leader by his throat and started growing in size.

"Now you listen hear, you fucking slimeball. I will give you a chance to apologize to me and I might let you walk away with a few broken bones." His clique didn't seem so tough now.

"I'm s-s-sorry, man! Please, I'll do anything you ask! You need women? Money? Guns? Drugs? I'll give you anything, please!" Good, an opportunity.

"Nice to hear that. Now have you heard the name Leon Garcia?" He started to chuckle a bit, for which I tighten my hold on his throat, showing that he should be taking the situation a bit more seriously.

" YES! YES! I KNOW HIM! PLEASE, I CAN'T BREATHE. I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU NEED!" I weakened my grip on his throat, letting him breath a bit more.

"Leon was a valuable customer of our business. A bit annoying, but paid really well. He usually came to us for drugs so he can have a bit more fun in the V.I.P lounge in Black Ice. He stopped coming to us, he's been gone for like a week. We don't know much, but he usually spouts a lot of his biz when he's high. Maybe his special chick might know."

"Give me a name." I choked him a bit tighter, trying to squeeze the answer out of him.

"I DON'T KNOW! WHEN YOU GO INSIDE, ASK FOR THE BRICK AND BLACK WATER SPECIAL! LEON ALWAYS SAYS THAT! PLEASE; THAT'S ALL I KNOW!" I decided I've had enough with this guy.

"Good, now open your eyes." He opened his eyes. And those motherfuckers lit up with fear.

They were witnessing a 15 foot beast staring into his very soul.

"Now...GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

I smashed his body into the ground, making sure I held back so I wouldn't kill him. We've made quite a scene with our talk, I didn't need Press to deal with a murder charge.

The guy's buddies ran away, leaving their friend unconscious on the streets. Wow, what nice friends this guys got.

The people around me where starting to take pictures. I really don't need this publicity. I quickly changed into Wraith Gear, disappearing instantaneously. I zipped pass the crowd and went back into human form when I got far enough.

I walked up to the club. Black Ice. My dad use to own this club. My head started to hurt. I feel a memory rushing back to me.

"Remember, boy. Life is ruled by money. Without a business, you are nothing. Take this to heart. Money and Power makes the world go round. Money and Power."

Damn. I thought I took my meds before I jumped out the plane. My past is coming back, even after all those years trying to bury it beneath me. But it looks like the dead can come back alive.

I walked in the club, showing my ID to the bouncer. And for the love of God that man was huge. It had to be a quirk.

I passed by all the sweaty men and make-up bombarded women and made my way to the bar.

"What you want." Well, looks like they're not taught a little respect for the customer.

"I'll have the Brick and Black Water Special." The man looked at me for a second and motioned me to follow.

He brought me to the V.I.P lounge and told me to wait.

30 minutes went by and finally somebody entered the ro-

"Holy Shit. Chelsie!?"

"Well, long time no see, Ares."

Okey, 2nd chapter finished! Well what do you guys think? Chelsie was a quick idea I thought I should add for, erhm, "plot purposes". Bah, you'll see in the next chapter.