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It's oddly deserted today, I think as I walk down the sidewalk, listening to the iPod I found when I woke up a few weeks ago. Usually, it being about five in the afternoon, the street would be crowded with people eager to get home after a long day of work.
As I pass an electronics stor, I stop and look through the window at the televisions on display, all on the local news channel. "It has been three months since the disappearances have started," the anchorwoman was saying. "Local authorities, in collaboration with the FBI, still have not turned up any leads as to who's behind it..."
The rest of the report is lost to me as my other self starts speaking. They're never gonna be found, Vincent, my other personality, says in my mind.
"Shut up," I reply turning away from the window and continuing with my walk.
Heh, be careful, Vincent warns, a bad temper isn't exactly popular with the ladies.
I sigh out loud. As I pass by an alley, some movement catches my eye. Looking into the shadows created by the surrounding buildings, I manage to make out the shapes of three fairly large individuals towering over the cowering form of a small businessman. "Alright, listen here," the largest guy, obviously the leader, says, "just give us all your money and we'll leave you alone."
"Please, just go away," the small man says, "I don't have anything!"
"Oh, really?" the smallest of the three says. He picks the man up by the lapels of his tan suit and says, "A suit like this don't come cheap, does it?"
"Hold his arms," the leader tells the smaller guy. Turning to the third guy, who looked about as round as a softball and several times larger, he orders, "Show him why it's a bad idea to lie to us."
The man pulls a switchblade out of his pocket and moves toward the wide-eyed, squirming man. Before he can take a step, I call into the alley, "I'd put that away and let him go if I were you."
All four of them look at me. The fat man says, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Pulling my earbuds out of my ears and taking my jacket off, revealing my one-sleeved shirt, I say, "Y'know, I'm not even really sure. I just know I can't stand people like you three."
The three thugs exchange confused looks. The small guy lets go of the man and pulls out a set of knuckles. "Why don't you beat it, kiddie," he warns, "before your parents have to pay for an early funeral."
Shrugging, I step forward. "Not an option, I'm afraid."
After glancing at his boss, who nods, the man charges, readying his arm for a punch. As he throws his fist forward, I react instinctively. Ducking under his arm, I grab his wrist in one hand, his belt in the other. Using his speed against him, I throw him onto the ground headfirst, knocking him out cold.
As I stand, the fat guy charges, drawing his knife back. A look of confusion passes over his face as I catch his empty fist in my left hand. In his hand is the plastic handle, the blade missing. He looks up at me and gasps.
Floating next to my head are globules of a dark-colored metallic liquid surrounded by a black mist of carbon. I lift my right hand, the markings running down my arm glowing a soft silver, and the metal (which is iron) flows over my hand. The iron absorbs the carbon and takes on a shining silver color. The man's eyes widen even further as the newly-formed steel molds into the shape of a blade. I lift my hand in front of his face, the blade pointing at his eye. Looking at him, then his leader, I say, "I suggest you run now."
The words are barely out of my mouth when the leader runs past me, practically scraping along the wall of the building in an effort to stay as far away from me as possible, nearly trips over his unconscious friend, and disappears around the corner. The fat guy rips his hand out of mine an races to catch up. I drop the blade and it melts into the ground as I turn to the businessman. He flinches as I hold my hand out to help him up, but takes it after he realizes I won't hurt him. "You all right?" I ask as I pull him up.
"Y-yeah," he replies.
"Good," I say. I turn and start walking away.
"Wait!" the man calls after me. "Who are you?"
I look back and smile. "Oh, no one special." I turn the corner, throw my jacket back on, power up my iPod, and continue my walk.
(Make sure everyone knows That it doesn't matter what writing style they use as long as they have the name of their character at the top )