"It's a nice night," Isaac Rider says half to himself as he looks up at the cloud-laden sky from atop a small building.
If you say so, Vincent, his borderline homicidal split personality replies. I guess you could look at it that way, since it's not raining.
Isaac lays back, looking up at the orange-tinted sky. Just a few weeks ago, he woke up in an alley with barely an idea of who he was and absolutely no recollection what happened before he fell asleep. The alley actually wasn't too far from his current location, actually: just up the street a couple blocks and then a left. It wouldn't do any good, however, to go back and look for whatever clues there could be. He already had that idea, several times in fact, but every time he went back, it seemed that there was less than what was there the previous time.
He closes his eyes, only to have them fly open a second later as he hears the sounds of someone in distress. He leaps to his feet and starts following the sounds, running across the rooftops and leaping from one building to the next, until he stops at the edge of one looking down into a short alley. Peering down into the shadows, he makes out the shape of a larger man looming over a smaller figure. "Hand over whatever cash you got," Isaac hears the man saying, "and I won't hurt you too bad."
"Please," the other figure, another man by the sound of it, pleads, "I don't have anything, I swear!"
The larger man grabs the smaller one by the lapels of his suit and says, "Don't fuck with me! A suit like this don't come cheap, now does it? I might have to kill you now for lying to me."
"I wouldn't even try that," Isaac says from the roof top, making both men crane their necks.
"And why shouldn't I?" the larger man says, dropping the businessman.
Isaac shrugs and drops to the ground, landing lightly from the two-story drop. "If you did," he says, "I'd have to hurt you fairly badly."
The man starts laughing loudly. "A puny guy like you? Yeah, right!"
He steps forward and swings his left fist, aiming for Isaac's face. Reacting on instinct, Isaac stops his attack by side-stepping to the right and grabbing his wrist with his left hand. Reaching out with his right hand, Isaac grasps the waistband of the man's pants and uses his own momentum to flip the man over Isaac's shoulder. The man lands heavily on his back and lets out an audible whumph as the impact winds him. Isaac turns to the business man and holds out a hand, a friendly smile on his face. "Don't worry," he tells the man, "you're safe."
The man looks up at Isaac and takes his hand, letting Isaac help him up. Looking over his shoulder, the man's eyes widen in terror as he sees the thug pull out a gun. "Alright," he says, taking aim on Isaac's head, "I've had enough of you."
Isaac turns just as the thug pulls the trigger, sending a bullet flying at his head with a loud crack. Suddenly, the bullet ricochets in a shower of sparks as it comes in contact with Isaac's skin. The man drops the gun, seeing what caused the bullet to veer off-course: half of Isaac's head is covered in a patch of diamond-hard carbon, turning the part of his head black. The thug suddenly turns around and runs off, shouting about how Isaac was a freak.
Isaac sighs, removing the carbon covering his head, and turns back to the business man, who looks equally terrified. Isaac opens his mouth to say something, but the man cuts him off: "Stay away from me, you monster!"
He pushes his way past Isaac and, probably unaware of the fact, follows the thug out of the alley, leaving him standing there, a sudden wave of sadness crashing over him. "A monster..." he whispers as he hangs his head, having heard the phrase so many times since he woke up...and sure he's heard it even more since before he lost his memory.