Superheroes vs Supervillains IC
There's nothing to illuminate the dark of night but the neon signs on the tallest buildings in Burton. Some flicker, some lights are out, some flash multiple different colors, but all the same it's not much to light up a metropolis. The sprawling bridges and tunnels with constant traffic streams up and down them, the orange streetlights guiding them along their path and yet they still kept their headlights on, the high beams stretching out a few feet in front of them. And even this was not much light with which to brighten a metropolis like Burton. Indeed, there were still plenty of shadows to hide among.
A man in a grey business suit whipped around to look behind him as he sidled down Fredrick Street at Martin Avenue. He had to make it to the Lamont Hotel on Mint Street without attracting too much attention but he couldn't shake the feeling that someone... was watching him. His eyes scanned the street along the rain slicked pavement, over to the cars parked on the right hand side, then the left. Feeling a bit more reassured, he turned back around, clutching his briefcase under his armpit as though he were guarding something inside it.
He rounded the bend where speeding traffic whipped past him and gusted litter around his feet. Some of the tallest department stores, imperial business buildings and most successful hotels in Grimmings were on Mint St, although Crown Boulevard and Main Street were even more impressive. The hotel was three buildings down from there and he ducked into it quickly. He went inside and strode straight toward the elevator.
"Excuse me, sir?" the bellboy at the desk called out, emerging from his post and chasing after him. "Sir, what's your room number? Sir?"
The man ignored him, shoving him gruffly as he came within arms reach before pushing the down button on the elevator which opened immediately, permitting him to step inside. He pressed the B button as the doors closed over the shocked face of the bellboy who looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor, the faces of onlookers equally appalled.
When the doors opened to reveal the dark basement, the man strode out into the room. Quickly his eyes scanned doorway after door way, the contents of which were inscribed on the glass of each door. "Powerboxes" "Plumbing" "Janitorial Closet" ah, there it was, the "Boiler Room." He opened the door, which he was surprised to find luckily unlocked and slipped inside. He instantly saw what he had hoped to find -- the room was full of large boilers full of gas, fueling the entire hotel. He got to the center of the room and got down on his knees. He put the briefcase in front of him and flipped it open. Inside was a complex unit. He pressed a couple buttons on it and a countdown of T - 30 seconds appeared on the timer.
"Well well, what do we have here, Mr. Johnson?" came a voice from the shadows.
"Huh?" the man responded, lifting his face to stare into the darkness for the first time. He hadn't noticed two eyes staring out at him, glowing impressively with night vision.
"You aren't trying to steal my act are you?" the possessor of these eyes asked as they flared.
"Wh-who's there? What do you want?" he demanded, backing toward the door, preparing to make a run for it.
"That's hardly of any importance, is it, Mr. Johnson." the shadow asked as it strode forward, revealing itself to be a slim and shapely female. "It would be far more prudent to ask, 'What am I going to do?'" Suddenly the shadow launched itself forward, grabbing Mr. Johnson by his jacket collar in one fist, the handle of the suitcase in the other. Before he could do anything, she jerked him out of the boiler room and sprinted over to the elevator. She shoved Mr. Johnson inside and stuffed the suitcase in with him. "Going up?" she asked. The timer beeping as it hit T - 14 seconds. Then she promptly pressed the buttons for all the top floors. Then she pressed the "doors close" button and put a strange small device on the "doors open" button. She slipped out just as the doors were closing, as elegantly as smoke and the doors closed on Mr. Johnson.
Frantically he banged against the door and then turned over to the "doors open" button. The timer was at T - 10 seconds. He jammed his finger into the "doors open" button -- immediately setting off the small explosive device the shadow had locked onto it and exacting his own demise 9 seconds sooner than he had to.
In the front lobby, a loud bang was heard that shook the very foundation of the sky-scraper. Everyone turned toward the elevator which was making a loud squealing sound. The doors opened and nothing but a charred skeleton stood there, clutching a blackened suitcase.
There were screams heard. One was screaming out of fear, the other was yelling orders. Then, silence, shortlived silence as a scream was heard again, but that was followed by a loud thud. Getting closer, you could hear the whimpers of an old man. Again, the other person inside was verbally abusing the old man. Constant orders asking for the money. The answer was that business was so bad, that he didn't have the sufficient amount. This is was this town had been reduced to. And the worst part, was that the police would do nothing about this.
It was past midnight, the streets were empty. Only the occasional car sped by, but not even the driver could hear what went on inside that convenience store at the moment. And even if they could, they wouldn't care. But there was one man who cared. A man who grew up, seeing the ugliness of this part of town that has not been cleaned up in years. Fed up, he has decided to take matters into his own hands to bring justice to his former hometown. His name, is Joseph. Dressing up so as to hide his identity, Joseph prowled the night, seeking trouble to stop it. And tonight, he has stumbled across some thugs demanding a fee from a local owner of a convenience store. Incredibly, the man who is getting beat inside, is the same man who ran the store when Joseph was kid, running through the doors to pick up his favorite weekly comics. Joseph was going to wait until the thug walked out, but now that he had resulted to hitting the poor man, he could wait no longer.
Above the store, was an apartment complex that had fire escape stairs which was where Joseph had been watching and listening in. Jumping down and landing in front of the entrance, Joseph turned to meet two large men guarding the door. They both approached Joseph, ordering him to leave at once. The one on the right held a steel bat in hand, while the other held a crowbar. It was made clear to Joseph that they would beat him if he didn't leave at once. But this didn't scare Joseph. He quickly delivered a roundhouse kick to the man with the bat, the front of his foot struck the thug directly on his chin, knocking him out instantly. With his back turned, and before turning to face the other thug, Joseph dropped to the floor in a pushup position, reaching for the bat that the knocked out thug had dropped, bringing it behind the other man's feet, and pulling it towards him, causing the thug to fall on his back. Picking himself up immediately, Joseph used the top of the steel bat to strike the fallen thugs face in.
Pushing the door open, the familiar little bell that alerted the workers of a customer walking in was heard. Joseph saw what was the boss of the group shoving a gun to the old man's mouth. Aware of Joseph's presence, the boss took the gun out of the old man's mouth and pointed it at Joseph.
"This store is currently closed. Find somewhere else to buy your goodies." Said the boss.
Joseph didn't answer, but walked closer to the gunman.
"Stop right there." boss cocked the gun.
Swiftly, Joseph leaped to the left, landing in behind the counter. The boss was a terrible shot, unloading numerous shots that all missed Joseph. Reaching into his belt, Joseph took out a ninja star that he threw at the boss to un-arm him. The boss dropped the gun, yelling in pain as the star gashed the area between his thumb and index finger. Blood started to paint the white tiled floor below. As he was wallowing in pain, Joseph went for the old man, to check if he was OK. Assured, he stepped out from the counter and pushed down the bossman.
"I don't want to see you anywhere near this store ever again. YOU HEAR ME?"
Joseph dragged the boss outside to where his other goons were laying down. One was still alive, but unconscious, the other who was struck with the bat, Joseph wasn't too sure of.
"They shouldn't be bothering you anymore. Are you OK?" Joseph asked the old man who was just now standing up. He told Joseph that apart from the aches from the blows, he was fine. As a way to repay Joseph, the old man opened the register, and handed a wad of bills to Joseph who declined.
"You work for that money. I don't expect rewards for my work. Knowing that I get these scum out of here is rewarding enough. Have a great night sir."
There was no use in calling the police. They most likely would not show up. Joseph just simply tied all three men to a light post with a sign that would tell anyone passing by of what they did. The store owner was well known and well loved man who people respected. Upon finding out what theses people did, they might give them a piece of their own vengeance. Afterall, Joseph can't be the only one fed up with scum like these running the town.
Sassy Southern Mama
Yersa Evene leaned against an alley way wall, quietly staying to the shadows as a woman yelled “No! No! Stop!” over and over farther down as a man stood over her. Yersa’s eyes narrowed and she silently approached, grabbing the man by his shoulder and turning him around as he said “What the…” and the female yelled “Hey!” “What do you think you’re doing sir?” Yersa said in her most authoritative voice, that sounded still more like a little girl trying to be a grown up. “I paid for her dumb bitch,” the man growled. Yersa blinked a few times in surprise, having thought this was a rape and not prostitution based on the woman’s yells, looked behind the man to see the woman on her phone. “Uh oh…” Yersa breathed, turning around and seeing a van pull up at the end of the alley and a big brawny man get out and flip his phone closed. “What you think you doin?” he said, walking up to Yersa, his client, and prostitute. “Um, okay, I thought she was being raped? But you still know prostitution is illegal in this city so… I’m going to have to report this,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “Bitch you ain’t reportin nothing,” the pimp said, pulling out a gun and shooting Yersa, the bullet passing through her abdomen and causing her to gasp in pain. She grabbed the wound, wincing and taking a step back. Luckily the bullet had passed all the way through her, and slowly the skin began to heal. As she felt the blood stop, Yersa growled and did a back flip to close the distance between her and the criminal, swinging a kick to knock the gun from his hand. He managed to shoot once before she had done so, grazing her shoulder. That wound healed fairly quicker though. Lunging and knocking him to the ground forcefully. He wasn’t going down easy though and Yersa got rougher with him, using her jujitsu to get him in an arm bar, and then broke his arm. The snap echoed throughout the alley as he screamed, and Yersa sighed heavily, hating to hurt people. She stood up as the man yelled obscenities at her, clutching his arm and crying angrily.
Years turned around to confront the client and prostitute once more, but the client had run while the woman stood there looking speechless. Yersa just gave her a disinterested look and picked up the pimp’s gun, pointing it at her. “Give me your phone,” she said calmly. The woman tossed it at her and ran making Yersa sigh heavily. She glanced to the pimp. “Is this her phone or one you gave her?” she asked. “Hers,” the man shouted at her with a few other choice words. Yersa nodded, figuring the cops could get her eventually then, and called them on the girls’ phone. “Hi, I’m a prostitute and my pimp and I are at the third alley off Monroe Blvd. Some vigilante attacked us and I’m scared.” With that, Yersa hung up the phone and tossed it on the ground, continuing to point the gun at the man as she climbed a fire escape up the side of a building. She got about halfway up and the man tried to run, but she shot his foot. He cried out again and she just shook her head, the cops arriving a minute later. She dropped the gun and swiftly climbed the escape to the top of the building. She then vaulted a few buildings and stayed on the roofs, waiting for some more crime to happen, though she hoped of course it would go more smoothly next time.
♫Well my heart knows me better than I know myself,
So I'm gonna let it do all the talkin'♫