Scare tactics huh? Interesting, I don't know if we can truly scare a bunch of sociopaths but we can sure as hell intimidate them. When the lights go out my costume will glow menacingly in the dark, they wont be happy to see me again.
Graffiti cracked her knuckles and peered over the edge of the building and noticed they were installing Nitrous into the new custom vehicle. She grabbed her spray cans an turned to Ecto.
Okay Ecto , do your thing! As soon as you do your possesed trash can, I'll take that as my signal to make an entrance.
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"Alright, check this out!"
Ecto silently swooped down to street level. He didn't want to just walk up to them, since he was not invisible, and didn't want to spoil the fun by being detected. There were some old newspapers lying around the asphalt, so he possessed them and slowly, like being affected by a breeze, approached the card they were fixing up. Once there, he jumped in the car through the exhaust.
Okay, let's see... where do I jinx the ignition?
Eric's father Isaac was an economist, but he loved cars. He regularly liked walking around car salons, just watching the vehicles, and they had a Chevy El Camino SS, and old muscle car he liked to work on. Not because it was worth it, but the process of managing the card was relaxing to him. Which is funny because Eric's other dad, Liam was the engineer. But Isaac liked to teach the basics of car mechanics to his son, which was VERY useful to Ecto at moments like these. He subtly disabled the engine and went out the back. So far so good.
One of the guys, the one with the horse face, was telling the others an obscene joke, while installing the nitro to the car. Eric shifted his hand and threw a brick at him. It hit him in the head. "MOTHERFU-" He looked at Ecto's direction, but he was already inside the street lamp. Sucker. Aaaaaand there goes the filament.
The light went POP, and the alley went dark.
"Who the fuck is there, huh?!" Said the guy with the horse face. His voice was just as stupid. Eric didn't bother with stealth, as there wasn't enough light for them to see him, and flung himself to the other end of the alley towards the trash bin. What he heard during his dash sounded dangerously like a gun cocked. Shit, hope Graffiti is ready to handle bullets. The moved the trash container in place quite loudly, and guns were fired in his direction. Good, focus here, douches. Bullets can't do shit to me. He looked up to the roof. Now would be a good time. - he thought as he jumped towards the closest car-jacker.
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So much for the paranormal activity approach....
The sound of the swearing became loud and unintelligible as they started to shout over each other paranoid bursts. Mitch was the ugliest, a horse face and almost no teeth because of his Crystal Meth habit. The back of his head was bleeding because of the brick and he clutched it in pain as he pulled out his Glock 18 and pointed it in the direction of the noise of a trash can clattering.
Mitch:
Jackie, Johnny boy, I think some asshole is trying to jack our new ride....didnt you say that Wall Walker's goons were seen lately?
Johnny:
Fuck, Mitch you dumbass Walker only hits banks, this car ain't even worth 15 grand yet...Its probably a super-freak, I heard that bitch Wraithlikes to fuck with people in the dark...bet its her, fuckin light her up!!!
Mitch and Jackie both pointed their guns at the trash cans BLAM, BLAM!!, taking shots at the trash cans, the shots rattled along the alley way and nearby stray dogs started howling in the streets. The bullets bounced off the wall, dangerously close to where Ecto was taking cover. Graffiti sprang into action.
Holy shit, Ecto keep your head down!!
Graffiti raised her paintball gun and took aim. It was an awkward angle but she started letting off shots POP POP POPPP!....snakkk
The third shot managed to catch Jackie in the wrist the super glue paintball glued his hand to the gun but his finger couldn't move the trigger.... Graffiti dead dropped down to the alleyway, with her hoodie and bandanna glowing in the night sky. She grabbed her blue spray paint, the strong mace/nerve gas, and let loose a burst of it in Jackies face.
Jackie:
AHhhhhhhhh...fuuuuckkk, its burrrningggggg, Grafffitiii you fuckinggggg tramp!!! I kneee youd be involllved aghhhh URK!
Graffiti thrust her airburst assisted knee into Jackie's gut to halt his screaming, he hit the floor grunting in agony as Mitch and Johnny turned around to see the glowing vigilante aiming her paintball gun at both of them. Mitch stopped firing at the trash cans to point his gun at her. Johnny smirked at her as he reached for his pistol. Graffiti smirked back.
Car problems? Look like you two could use a tune up.
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Ecto was enjoying the show until the asshole who shot at him turned around to Graffiti. Bullets were harmless to Ecto as they flew right through him, but he wasn't sure about her partner.
Oh no you don't! He darted towards the guy with the gun and jumped right into him. Ecto could feel him pulling the trigger, and pulled his hand down in the last second, aiming at the other dude's leg.
BLAM - then screaming. The other guy fell, dropping the gun in the process. I bet that hurts really, really bad.
Horseface realizes that he was no longer in control, and started struggling against Ecto.
"What the fuck is this? Nerve gas?! YOU BITCH! HRRNGHH-"
Thankfully, he wasn't as strong as he seemed, all Ecto had to do is keep him in check while Graffiti took care of the others. Piece o' cake. He laughed.
"You were right, teaming up is the best thing ever!"
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POP POPP!
Graffiti smiled as she shot her paintball gun at the crumpled jackie who was now super-glued to the floor, still whimpering in pain. She was slightly nervous about the guns until Ecto jumped into action and used Mitch's gun to shoot Johnny in the leg. Johnny screamed like a snared fox as he dropped in a helpless stance while Graffiti approached mitch who was being restrained. She walked over casually.
I heard you actually were a good street brawler, Mitch but I guess you're in no position to show me now, In fact, you look like you've seen a ghost....
Graffiti didn't give Mitch time to respond as she used her powers to decrease all the air resistance around her fists, making her punches fly lightning fast. She didn't have any proper technique, but with her blistering speed she didn't need to, her gloved fists thudded against Mitch's chest as Ecto held him in place to get pummeled.
At the last punch was thrown, the downed Johnny grabbed his pistol from the floor and turned it towards Graffiti's back!
Johnny:
Say Goodnight, you bitch!
Johnny finger just began to press against the trigger, but then the nitrous tank in the car began to rumble , being stirred up by an intense internal air pressure of Graffiti's doing, and in a second it was launched like rocket out of the hood of the car and slammed into Johnny's head, knocking him out instantly.
Goodnight Johnny...you bitch.....Hey Ecto drop Mitch for a second.
Graffiti pulled the pummleled thug out of Ecto's hands and let him slump to his knees. Graffiti used a bit of an airburst as a wind up and unleashed a roaring roundhouse kick to his temple, thus knocking out the final of the trio. The night was won!
Nice work Ecto!! we really do work together well! Maybe after we take down umbra we can be a crime-fighting Duo in the comic books.....or if you just wanted to hang out sometime....I think that would be cool too...
Graffiti's sentence was cut short by the sounds of police sirens, the cops were approaching, probably alerted by the noise and the gunfire, they would come and apprehend the trio but Graffiti wasn't about to stick around to join them. She gave Ecto a quick salute and took off like a rocket with her propellent gas into the the sky on the way back to her apartment.
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Ecto stared after her blankly. She worked fast, and worked with style. Also, she hit like a truck. Eric knew, because when he is possessing someone, he can feel the person's pain. Which is not very advantageous, but since he healed much faster than others, it was... kinda worth taking a hit in certain situations.
But the weird part was that he didn't have time to "Mitch" (Horseface suited him better), Graffiti straight up pulled him out, which never happened before. Hopefully she didn't realize that Ecto was especially susceptible to her air powers and that she had a strange effect on him. I'm glad we are getting along so well. Yeah, we should get pizza sometime. - and he took off as well to avoid any company.
When he finally reached his room, he was dead tired. He glanced at the direction of his digital clock next to his bed, which read 3:30 AM. Oh God, I'm gonna sleep through half the day... Whatever, it was totally worth it. He gave out a yawn as he turned back to Eric Engelson, and didn't even bother putting pajamas on. He just fell into bed butt naked, pulling the sheets over his head.
