This fanfic is for TyrothDarkstorm and BloodRayne666.
It was a cold night in Chinatown, New York. The streets were busy, and dozens of people walked by the sidewalks, some of them couple holding hands, smiling and laughing at each other. The streetlights illuminate the neighborhood and some people work late night shifts.
A man was walking on the sidewalk. He was in a hooded trench coat and dark blue jeans and wore black gym shoes and blue leather gloves. He had a long red stick which he uses to walk that is decorated with bronze symbols shaped like dragons at the ends and a bronze marking in the middle. His entire face was obscured by his hood and only his bright blue eyes were visible. Every time he exhaled a foggy cold breath comes out his mouth.
That man saw two Asian gangsters with Chinese symbols tattooed on their bodies in front of him. They were having a smoke when they looked up and saw the hooded man. The thugs looked at him with malicious intent in their eyes. The man saw in alley to his right and immediately walked in there. But to his horror, three more gangsters were there almost as if they were waiting. Behind him the two thugs from earlier blocked the entrance, their arms crossed and smirked evilly.
The hooded man narrowed his eyes. He didn't like confrontations. One of the thugs came forward, he had long black hair and a mustache and wore a sleeveless jacket.
"We don't like your kind around here." The lead thug said.
"Then let me pass, and no violence will have to be committed here." Replied the hooded man.
The gangsters then bursted out laughing. The leader then pulled out two knives from his pockets. And pointed at the hooded man.
"Sorry buddy, but you're trash just like every other hobo and bum. And all trash need to be disposed of. And maybe we'll take your stick too, it looks like it's worth a small fortune." Said the gang leader.
"You do not want this fight." The hooded man said.
"We do, like it or not!" Responded the leader.
The gang leader attempted to thrust one of his knives to the man, but with lightning speed, the hooded man grabbed the thug's wrist and twisted it upwards causing him to yell in pain and drop his knives. Before he had time to recover the gang leader suddenly felt a poke in the side of his neck and found himself unable to move. He could not even move his lips. The other thugs were shocked and took out their weapons ready to teach the hooded man a lesson.
"What the fuck did you just do, bum?" Said one of the thugs.
"Pressure points, he won't be moving a muscle for a while." Replied the hooded man.
"Kill this asshole!" Shouted another thug.
The gangsters began their attack. The hooded individual remained calm and relaxed with both hands on his staff. One of the thugs came at him from behind with a a chain trying to snare him, but the man caught the chain with his staff and yanked it from the thug and followed with a spinning kick, sending him flying. Another gang member came with a blunt pipe raised, but the man blocked it overhead, pushed upward, and whacked the weapon out of his hand with his staff and struck the temple of his skull, knocking him out cold. A thug came at him with a machete and the hooded man threw his staff down and caught the weapon arm by the wrist and punched him hard in the chest with his free arm, sending him flying. The last gang member was wearing knuckle dusters and attempt to charge at the individual with his fists raised but the man caught his fist when he tried to punch him and followed with a reverse punch to the stomach and a right hook across the face sending him sliding down the wall and knocking him out.
Unbeknownst to the hooded man, the thug with the machete got back up and just as the man turned around got slashed in the stomach, making the man cry out in pain! Blood poured out of the wound. The machete wielder was about to bring his weapon down to finish him off, but the hooded man once again grabbed the thug's weapon arm and brought it to his own throat, and moved the machete across the gangster's throat, spilling blood and ending his life.
The leader watched the whole scene, terrified and unable to help his comrades due to being paralyzed. He became even more horrified when the man walked up to him. But what caught his eye was his stomach had healed! But there was not skin beneath his torn clothes but rather scales, blue scales in fact! The mysterious individual poked his finger at the leader's neck and the thug regained his ability to move but was instantly restrained and pinned to the wall facing his attacker. Each breath from the hooded person made the gangsters face cold. The face was still obscured. And the bright blue eyes from the individual narrowed and glowered and the thug could see the pupils had slits!
"I've came across a lot of scary men, but you're not a man at all!" Said the terrified gangster.
"Correct, and that is all you need to know. But what I need to know is where you make deals in drugs and weapons as well as ancient artifacts. And you will tell me." Said the hooded being.
"Like hell I'll spill the beans to some freak!" Replied the thug only for his side to be squeezed causing him to scream in pain.
"Does this change your mind?" Asked the hooded stranger.
"Ok! Ok! We make trade and make deals at a warehouse south of South East of Chinatown!" Cried the gangster.
"Good to know. Thank you for your cooperation." The stranger said before knocking the gangster out with a right elbow to the head.
The mysterious stranger picked up his staff and looked around at the fallen thugs and took some money from their dead or unconscious bodies, before calmly walking out of the alleyway.
"They are trash, the scum of humanity! Their kind has no place on earth. The Triads will suffer. They will all suffer. They will pay for what they took from me!" Thought the hooded stranger.
And there you have it folks. My first chapter of my new fanfic!
TyrothDarkstorm, BloodRayne666, I hope I at least did ok. I tried.
This is MergingEmperor7, signing off.