TheWildBunniiChainz
The day was nearing an end in downtown LA, and a young woman had made the unfortunate mistake of taking a shortcut down an alley. As she walked, nervously, always looking ahead of her to the opening back on to the streets, her fears were confirmed. A hand grabbed around her neck, and pushed her up against the wall.
She was face to face with a scruffy looking kid, no older than 18. He had a wild, drugged up look in his eyes, wispy facial hair, and most importantly, held a pistol in his other hand, which he pushed up to under the lady’s chin.
“ Phone, wallet, jewellery, now.” The kid spoke in a raspy, low voice. But as the woman began reaching into her purse, the gun in the kid’s hand flew from his grasp as if wrenched out of his hand by some invisible force. It flew down the alley. The kid turned his head to the direction the gun had gone.
“ What the fu-“ he was cut off by a steel chain wrapping around his neck. He was turned to face his assailant, a very large bald man in full biker attire. The other end of the chain, the one not tightly wrapped around the mugger’s neck was held in the biker’s right hand.
“ Hi. I’m Chainz.” The biker said, with a smirk. Chainz turned 180 degrees, swing his right arm overhead as he did so, using both his physical strength and his powers to swing the mugger overhead, releasing him from the chain and sending the mugger crashing into some bins. Within a second the chain was back around his neck, and he was slammed up against the wall, his body held 2 feet off the ground.
“ Please… please I’m sorry… I can’t breathe!” the mugger barely managed to get the words out. A frown crossed Chainz’ lips, and he very slightly loosened the chain around the kids neck.
“ What are you then huh? Mugger? Rapist?” Chainz near shouted, before turning his head to the woman, who was still stood there in shock. “He try to rape you?”
“ No… No I think he’s just a mugger.” The woman responded.
“Well, did he take anything?” Chainz asked, to which the woman shook her head.
“Alright, well get the fuck outta here. I can handle this kid.” Chainz said, as the woman turned and walked off in a hurry.
Chainz unwrapped the chain from around the kids neck, and the mugger fell to the ground.
“Thank you… I’m sorry I won’t do it again, I just-“
“SHUT UP! You think we’re done? Oh no.” Chainz interrupted, and as he finished his sentence his chain wrapped around the muggers ankle, and Chainz began walking down the alley, dragging the mugger along behind him.
“Please, stop! Oh god, what are you doing!?” the kid cried, and Chainz just rolled his eyes. They turned a corner, and there parked up was Chainz’ pride and joy, his Harley Davidson. He walked over to it, still dragging the kid behind him, and sat himself down in the seat. Placing his finger to the ignition, his power made it unnecessary for him to have a key. The engine spluttered to life and he drove, the kid being dragged along behind him. But then, suddenly, and in much surprise to the kid, it began to fly upwards. It was not a smooth flight by any means, but soon Chainz had reached quite a height. A height that a drop from would surely kill a normal human.
It was at this moment, up in the air, that Chainz noticed the abundance of police cars heading in one direction. He looked around, and saw what looked to be some sort of commotion over at the LA Centre For Humans. He snorted derisively. If something had happened to any of those bigoted assholes who’d love to see Chainz and all other Metas wiped out, he couldn’t really care less. Still, it was best if Chainz knew what was going on. He turned his attention back to the kid, who he swung in front of him, holding him upside down by the chain around his ankle and their faces only a few inches apart.
“ Looks like I don’t have time to give you the full speech and really put the fear of god into you. So I’ll make it simple. I see your ass doing some stupid shit like that again, I bring you back up here. And then I drop you. Understand?” Chainz said, a near expressionless look on his face.
“ Yeah… yeah… I’m sorry can you please put me down now?” the kid responded, and Chainz began to make a descent, landing on top of an apartment block building. He let go of the kid.
“ You can get down by the fire escape.” Chainz told him, before flying off on his Harley again. He landed on a rooftop across the street from the Centre. He stepped off his bike, flipped down the stand and walked over to the edge of the rooftop. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling out a lighter and a smoke from the pack, he placed the cigarette to his lips, using his left hand to light the lighter and his right hand to guard from wind. He placed the lighter back in the pack and the pack back into his pocket, enjoying his cigarette as he surveyed the scene below.
He could see Edge, the dangerous leader of the underground movement. Chainz certainly didn’t agree with Edge’s ways, and he knew Edge was extremely dangerous. In many ways Chainz would be one of the more useful Metas to work against Edge, assuming that armour was made out of metal Chainz could throw him around like a ragdoll. But all it would take would be one moment of clarity for Edge to remove Chainz’ head from his shoulders. He also spotted Ian Blackwood, the pretty boy who was one of the faces of the Reformists. Chainz agreed with the reformists in many ways. The only reason he wasn’t a part of them was because he was done with following orders from other people. There was some other dude there, some douchebag in a full knights armour. Chainz wondered if the guy knew how ridiculous he looked. For now Chainz stayed on the rooftop. Just watching. If he needed to get involved, it would of course be helping out Ian and the tin man, but Chainz always worked best if he could get the upper hand through an ambush.
