A black SUV, followed by a black minivan stopped under a bridge. Opposite to them, a white minivan was already parked. Several rough looking men, probably mobsters, dismounted from the black vehicles.
The white van's doors opened too, as several more men came out from there, dressed in disheveled clothing. One of them, probably the leader, stepped forward.
"Why so many people?" He asked.
"Can't be too safe these days, especially with that rascal running around." One of the mobsters, likely the leader of the group, replied.
The man nodded. "Eh, point."
"Now, back to business." The mobster rubbed his hand,"The product you sold me, it turned out well. Really well."
"Heh, told you it will take you to places. The Grimbons never mess around with their products." The man laughed.
"Still, the price is too much. 70 grand for a few pounds? That's absurd."
The man shrugged. "Then charge the junkies more."
"Higher prices drive off customers. My business runs on repeating customers." The mobster argued.
"You're paying 70 grand for the best thing you will find on the market. Once the junkies take it, they'd be hooked onto it, and cough up any price you ask for to get the same high."
The mobster's face scrunched. "Doesn't matter how good it is, the price is absurd. I can get sellable product for a third of the price." He all but yelled.
"Yo, my stuff over here is the bomb. If you want more of it, you gotta pay what I ask." The man said, his voice gaining an edge,"If you don't like what I have to offer, you can try and get stuff from someone else. Of course, that's assuming that devil left many people to buy from."
Just then, they heard some movements. Both parties pulled out their weapons, pistols and smgs, as they looked around for what it was.
"Who the heck is over there?" one of the thugs pointed out.
They all turned their heads towards the direction, and found a figure standing in the darkness.
"There he is. There's only one of him." The mobster laughed.
Suddenly, they heard some more noises. The thugs looked around, and noticed several more figures emerging around them, all of them wearing black clothing, a hockey pad and black ski masks, holding revolvers, smgs, and metal rods in their hands.
Just then, the first figure they had spotted raised a shotgun and fired, narrowly missing one of the thugs.
The whole situation soon devolves into a large gun fight, with some of the thugs taking cover behind their vehicles and the rest scattering around, as they shoot at the people attacking them.
"That's not him. These are some fucking imposters." the man yelled out, as they returned fire.
The imposters took cover behind whatever they could as they continued to fire at the thugs, but their untrained selves were unable to hit anything. Some of them tried to close in the distance, while avoiding getting shot. But it was obvious they were getting overwhelmed.
One of them manages to sneak up behind a thug taking cover behind the white van.
The imposter tried to get behind the thug with a revolver, but the thug turned around, and with a hit knocked him down on the ground, knocking the revolver out of his hands.
The imposter looks up as the thug holds his pistol aimed at him.
Just then, a flash of black appeared in his vision, and the thug was thrown back with a strong punch to his jaw.
The imposter glanced at the thug, who slammed back against the van, before glancing back at what saved him, his eyes widening as his gaze fell on the dark figure known as Nightfury.
The vigilante seemed to glance down at him, before rushing forward towards the fight, moving with swiftness, as he engaged the thugs. Bullets bounced off of its dark as night body, creating yellowish sparks as the thugs desperately tried to put the vigilante down.
Nightfury moves swiftly, fighting ferociously, like a ghoul in the night. It alternates between the targets, putting himself between the thugs and the imposters, trying to keep them safe.
At the end, the thugs had no other option but to flee. They managed to drag themselves back into their vans, and drove out of there, finally escaping the onslaught.
Nightfury glances back at the imposters, as they gather themselves, taking off their masks as they check on each other.
A group of seven people. All impersonating him.
Nightfury watches them for a while, before turning around and starts to walk away.
"Nightfury!" One of the imposters suddenly called out.
Nightfury looked back. It was the very same guy he had saved first. He looked young, probably in his late teens. Glancing at the rest of the group, they looked to be around the same age, with maybe one or two a little older.
Nightfury looked back at the guy.
"Big fan. I really like the work you're doing for the-" the guy excitedly began.
"Don't let me find you out here again." The gruff tone of Nightfury cut him off mid sentence, while continuing to walk away.
The guy stopped in his tracks, taken aback by the reply. "We just want to help!" He yelled, waving his arms.
"I don't need your help." Nightfury replied.
"Oh come on, police sure as ain't doing anything. We're making a difference, just like you. So, maybe show a little appreciation."
Nightfury stopped for a moment, before turning around, and walked back towards the guy. The teen backed off a little, as the vigilante approached him, standing too close for comfort.
"What you and your bunch of friends, and others like you are doing isn't helping." Nightfury spoke, its words sharp despite the gruff and muffled tone,"You fools are causing more trouble than it's worth. Putting not only yours, but others lives at risk too, pulling off stunts like this.
You're reckless, a danger to yourselves, and subsequently making things worse, both for yourselves and others. You don't get to decide who lives or dies."
Saying this, Nightfury turns around, walking away once more.
"Then what gives you the right, huh!? What's the difference between you and me!? What makes you so worthy of making that decision!?"
Nightfury stopped in its tracks, and looked back over its shoulder towards the guy. The teen backed off a little as he felt the vigilante's gaze on him, but Nightfury just stood there, silently, as if it's contemplating something.
He stood there like that for a while, before turning its head away. "I know what I'm doing. You don't." his voice rang out, but it lacked the edge it held before.
It was as if he himself was unsure of the answer. But there was no time to dwell on such thoughts, as Nightfury walked away once more, his dark figure soon disappearing into the night.