The rustle of newspaper blowing in the gutters and the omnipresent hum of my power are the only sounds, now. Five minutes ago, it was a different story...
A bottle breaks, and ugly laughter sends a crow from its telephone wire vantage point. Three Hellions are celebrating another sucessful escape from Galaxy City's finest. But dont let the bravado fool you, they are afraid. They must be, I could smell it when I got off of the tram from Atlas. Thats why I love this city. Everyone is scared. But the gangs, especially. With the police, and the heroes, they have a right to be. And no one misses them when they turn up dead... Like I said, I love this city.
From the tram, I follow their fear to the garment disctict. Three of them, standing under an overhang to another dilapated warehouse and practically trembleing with fear, despite thier posturing...easy.
I round the corner and they fall silent, confused by my sudden presence. Im smiling, and walking toward them, but they stare, perplexed. Dark, opaque tendrils spill from my sleeves, my pantlegs, my collar; I am still walking and still smiling, but its no longer friendly. Red leather gloves split at the knuckles, clipped cleanly by the extending blades. In a whoosh, the first Hellion is left bleeding and dead, but still standing, his knees locked and bent over at the waist. By the time he falls over, the second Hellion is lifeless and caught on my left claw. I push him off, careful to keep my clothes clean, and turn to the third. The fear from him is intoxicating, and as I pause to drink it in. He pivots and sprints, hopping a tall fence almost impossibly, and begins to dissapear into the night.
And so the only sound is the rustle of newspaper in the gutter, and the omnipresent hum of my power. Shadows on the ground seem to dissapate. I straighten my tie, and pull down my sleeves. So much fear in this town. Thats why I love it here.
I feed on fear
I am forever
I am R3dJ4cK
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Schweet. I love dark hero concepts.
Well written, too. Um. yes. I liked it; but it was, of course, too short for my preference.
I love dark hero concepts.
The rustle of newspaper blowing in the gutters and the omnipresent hum of my power are the only sounds, now. Five minutes ago, it was a different story...
A bottle breaks, and ugly laughter sends a crow from its telephone wire vantage point. Three Hellions are celebrating another sucessful escape from Galaxy City's finest. But dont let the bravado fool you, they are afraid. They must be, I could smell it when I got off of the tram from Atlas. Thats why I love this city. Everyone is scared. But the gangs, especially. With the police, and the heroes, they have a right to be. And no one misses them when they turn up dead... Like I said, I love this city.
From the tram, I follow their fear to the garment disctict. Three of them, standing under an overhang to another dilapated warehouse and practically trembleing with fear, despite thier posturing...easy.
I round the corner and they fall silent, confused by my sudden presence. Im smiling, and walking toward them, but they stare, perplexed. Dark, opaque tendrils spill from my sleeves, my pantlegs, my collar; I am still walking and still smiling, but its no longer friendly. Red leather gloves split at the knuckles, clipped cleanly by the extending blades. In a whoosh, the first Hellion is left bleeding and dead, but still standing, his knees locked and bent over at the waist. By the time he falls over, the second Hellion is lifeless and caught on my left claw. I push him off, careful to keep my clothes clean, and turn to the third. The fear from him is intoxicating, and as I pause to drink it in. He pivots and sprints, hopping a tall fence almost impossibly, and begins to dissapear into the night.
And so the only sound is the rustle of newspaper in the gutter, and the omnipresent hum of my power. Shadows on the ground seem to dissapate. I straighten my tie, and pull down my sleeves. So much fear in this town. Thats why I love it here.
I feed on fear
I am forever
I am R3dJ4cK