Realistic or Modern Not so Super heroes

[Vampunk]

It was yet another rainy night in the city as the sky seemed intent to drown all the rats that prowled the dark alleyways that ran through the city's pulsating heart like a vast system of veins. Transporting all manners of shady individuals from one wretched rat's nest to the other, unknown to most, and avoided by those who knew who stalked these narrow pathways between buildings.
Not even the police dared to venture this deep into the labyrinth, knowing that they would never be able to root them all out, just like plucking weeds from one's garden but never managing to destroy the root of all problems.

But she was not a police officer, no badge to allow her to enter all those crime scenes, instead forced to watch from afar when passing by as yet another chalk outline turned the floor into a sixth' grader's notebook.
Nor a hero, preoccupied with frying bigger fish and going through piles of paperwork just to be allowed to use their powers in public.

No, she was just a civilian doing her public duty as an upstanding citizen of this city.
Leaning against the graffiti-covered alley walls that converged upon what would be best described as the devil's den, Zoe waited.
Her hands resting inside her torn jean's pockets as she felt the rain run down her leather jacket, making the drops of water shine in the many neon lights that shot through the alley every now and then.

Pulling the hood of her jacket deeper into her face, Zoe readjusted what was usually styled into a vividly colored red mohawk, long strands of colourful hair clinging to her pale skin, wet from the neverending torrent of nightly rain.
A small group of orphans came running through the alley, chasing after each other with childish glee as they didn't even bother looking up at the tall figure resting against the cold cement wall.

Watching them pass her by from the corner of her eye, Zoe raised a cigarette to her lips, an awful habit she didn't seem to be able to quit as she cupped a lighter, shielding it from the relentless rain.

Click

Click

A series of low curses

Click

The flame's light illuminating her face as the fire made the piercings lining her eyebrow glimmer softly, her grey eyes fixated on the tip of the cigarette resting between her lips as the sparks flying into the humid night air were followed by a cloud of smoke drifting away into the darkness.

Taking a deep breath, Zoe exhaled, removing the gleaming cigarette from her lips as a grey mist escaped her lips, a mixture of warm breath and cigarette smoke slowly dispersing into the night.

Flicking the still burning cigarette into one of the many puddles forming inside the broken cement street, Zoe returned her hands to her pockets as her tall frame shifted.
Heavy combat boots shuffling over wet stone as she made her way over to the stairway leading underground.


A party of sorts.
A rave of rats, the blinking of neon lights making the dancing bodies of the partygoers appear like surreal shapes of water, moving to the beat as they opened a way before her to walk past them.
Not even gracing her with any stray looks as she made her way over to the bar, leaning against the scratched and tainted piece of furniture, her gray gaze wandering over the dancefloor as she inhaled the scent of alcohol and oh so many illegal drugs.

A crooked grin coming to adorn her face, Zoe turned to the hunched over form sitting on a stool next to her, tilting her head to the side to get a better look at the covering figure, affirming her suspicions as her eyes wandered over the gang logo adorning the back of his head.

She was inside the lion's den. Surrounded by junkies that indulged in one of the many designer drugs that had been deemed too dangerous to ever be consumed.
And yet someone had recreated the formula and had brought together a small kingdom of those addicted to the high, following their every whim for just another shot....

The mere thought of someone having so much power over people making her sick, gritting her teeth underneath her hood.
But they were here tonight, together will all their henchmen, and today would mark the end of their reign, that had lasted way too long already.

"Hey, excuse me, you can't just be here without any invitation. Identification, now!" The voice of the barkeep muffled by the almost overbearing pounding of the bass as Zoe turned towards the man with a bright smile.
"Oh, sorry about that, I think this'll do..."

Just for Zoe's knuckles to collide with the bouncer's jaw, sending him crashing into the bar in a rain of shattered glass and pouring alcohol.
Everyone snapping out of their trance as they turned towards Zoe who just stood there, cupping her fist as her eyes wandered over the crowd of overdosed henchmen.

"Oops. Guess the party is over. Shouldn't all of you be at home? Curfew says children should be home by eight." Zoe chuckled as she slowly pulled the hood off her face, the vivid color of her hair coming into view as the tall woman tilted her head to the side.

"Time for all of you to call for Mommy." Zoe remarked with a crooked grin as suddenly her hair spiked up, similar to a porcupine's bristles as hair turned hard as steel...
Just for everyone to behold the sight of Zoe's skin turning a dark metallic grey as a second layer of skin started to sprout from her pale flesh, coating her entire body in a glimmering metallic shell.
Forming a wicked looking mask over her face as Zoe raised a fist, the sound of metal shifting into place adding another layer to the pounding beat.

"Playtime's over!" Zoe exclaimed as she saw the first of many thugs lunge at her, knife drawn and murder in his eyes...
Eyes that soon were closed shut as a metallic fist collided with the street rat's abdomen, sending him flying into the crowd, taking a few other goons with him.

"We have about 15 minutes until the cops turn up, some anonymous tip must have given away the location of your lil' hideout. But no worry, I'll make sure you're all presentable for the mugshots!" The metalhead chuckled as she readied herself to fight off the bubbling sea of crazed junkies, overdosing on an experimental drug that should have never been allowed to meet the streets.
"Come on!"

 

[duegxybus]

Not-So-Super Heroes​

It was all quiet, except for the pitter patter of the rain, the shuffling of clothes, and the very faint hum of electricity that ran throughout the apartment. In a damp room stood a medium height woman, clad in a black rain jacket and shorts. Beneath the shorts were lines of slightly glowing veins, orange markings that outlined the pattern of what would only be assumed to be the flow of blood. It obviously wasn't, as blood didn't really glow like that. As the woman put the hood of her rain jacket up, she opened the door behind her, stepping into a pair of sneakers before walking out the front door.

As the woman looked up at the night, she saw the moon. The moonlight hit her right in the face, and also seemed to tell her where she was headed towards. Of course, there was no other place she was bent on going towards. She wanted to go into the alleyways, to keep it short. As she stepped into the alleyways, the world seemed to change. The darkness was unsettling enough to anyone who wandered in, but not this mystery woman in the rain jacket.

No, not her; she was here with a purpose, one, to investigate the underbelly of society, the scum and "take care" of what wasn't anything good. There was a sound. The woman's head turned, and the hood dropped, allowing her black hair to get drenched by the rain. It didn't bother her, though she wasn't happy about her hood falling.

Nonchalantly, she simply picked up her pace towards the source of the sound. Most people would go away from a sound they heard in the alleys, but not this woman. No, she still had a purpose. And whoever was making this sound was most likely leading her right to this purpose.

Upon closer inspection, the sound seemed to be metal hitting something hard. The woman's pace picked up. A soft chuckle escaped her throat as she turned the corner, dipping and sliding and following her ears. At the scene, there was loud music. Whoever was playing it had terrible tastes. There were several stoners, those on some sort of experimental drug, and some of them were attacking someone.

The woman peered closer as well as preparing to fight. Raising her fists, the lines along her hands and legs began to glow again, as well as now covering her face. They even gave off a little bit of heat, if anything. As the woman felt the energy surge, she heard something from what was being attacked. It was a metal lady?

That wasn't too surprising, judging by what had been seen in the past. But the metal lady was obviously trying to shut down this party. As more thugs attacked the metal lady, the woman decided to get involved. She took a step, which lead to a crunching noise from the ground ringing through the air. The woman was immediately thrown forward by the own force of her foot hitting the ground, straight towards one of the men attempting to attack the metal lady.

The woman grabbed the thug's arm and, with a little bit of effort, lifted his entire body over her head and into the ground. It wasn't that easy, however, but all it took was a strong kick to the thug's face to knock him out.

Good job, Moa, now onto the next one.

The woman smirked to herself as her arms and legs lit up once again, leaping several feet forward and driving her fist into him next opponent's face, knocking her down to the ground.

Vampunk ​