Realistic or Modern Of Heroes, Villains, and Vigilantes

[Laeta]

It is common knowledge that crime goes on everywhere in the world. Everyone has been subjected to something unfair, or unjust. It isn't new. We have learned to accept these things as a part of life. The people that don't get reprihanded for the wrongs they have done, and the people who retaliate are the ones who face the punishment.


Everyone knows of the villains that plague the cities. The ones that take what they want, when they want. They come in all shapes and sizes. From that low life that pick pocketed a frail old woman, to the ones that live among as villains, but no one acknowledges as the villains, like the owner of that cigarette business that claimed countless lives. Villains are all around us, they are everywhere we go. The most dangerous ones,are the ones with the powers. They can, and will, use those powers for their own gain. Chances are that you know a villain, and you either know or you don't know that they are a villain. Maybe even, you choose not to know that they are a villain. Either way, they are still there and all villains must be stopped. "By whom? You may ask. By their opposites, by the heroes of course.


The heroes come in and save the day. That is what they are suppose to do anyways. The heroes are suppose to be the food wholesome people that believe in a righteous world, free of villains. Their sole purpose is to stop these villains. They are brave and true. When someone is in need, they are there. Much like Villains, heroes may come in different forms, but the ones that are most recognizable are the ones that have powers. The ones that appear in the newspaper 'AND THE DOVE DOES IT AGAIN, MAKING THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE ONE CRIME AT A TIME" They are the ones that work during the day. Unfortunately, they let some go. On purpose or on accident, it varies from hero to hero. The ones who take care of the villains that slip away, are the vigilantes.


The vigilantes work at night, preferring not to be in the newspaper, or seen by anyone. Their first concern is justice. They aren't like the heroes, they don't care about the law. The law doesn't work all the time, and when it doesn't work, they do. They usually take care of the underground criminals. The mob, the upper gangs, the mafia. They end up taking down many politicians as well. Some vigilantes have powers, some don't. All of them want justice to be what wins in the end. By all means necessary. Vigilante a do what heroes won't or can't do. They take down the villains, yes, but sometimes they go too far. Vigilantes can be too brutal. Sometimes they kill when they shouldn't, destroy when they don't have to, all under the defense that it was in the name of justice.


That is what this world is built on.

 

[Laeta]

The street lamps glowed an ugly yellow in the summer night sky. Despite the absence of the sun, it was still incredibly warm. Warm enough to cause the woman crouching upon a building top to sweat. Despite the liquid accumulating under her clothes, she stood still and made no move to try and cool off. Movement would only draw attention to her, that was the exact opposite of what she wished to happen. It was much better if no one noticed her, but simply existing caused people to notice her. Therefore she had to make due with making sure that as little people as possible saw her.


The annoying sounds of cars flooded her ears, it distracted her from listening to the people of the night. Of course, she had learned to drone out the usual noises of the night, such as cars, crickets, and trains, but it would still make her job easier if they were to all disappear. A dry grin spread out under her mask, although one could see it in her uncovered eyes.


Job she thought you get paid for a job, I ain't getting paid jack shit for this. My job is to file paperwork and talk for someone in court. Though, I have to admit, I like this better.





The grin fell off her face when she heard a sound to the right of her. The yelling was was what told her it was a crime. She stretched as she stood up to her full height, looking towards the right alley way. What shall this one be? A raping? Mugging?





She jumped down to a ledge, silently landing above the criminals. Even if they looked up, they wouldn't notice her. Her black hair and outfit blended into the background perfectly, unless one was looking for her, they wouldn't find her. From her ledge, she had a better look at the people below. It was a raping, the woman was pressed against the wall, held there by two men.


"Keep on struggling girly, I like 'em when they struggle" the blonde one said, his voice sounded as if he chain smoked cigarettes for three years straight.


The woman whimpered, obviously scared for her life. Laura's couldn't blame her, she would be scared in that position as well. Silently, she reached behind he and retrieved her bow.


They were tugging at her clothing now, they managed to get her coat off of her shoulders. Tears were falling freely down her face. "You look pretty when you cry, sweetheart. Damn, I love the cryers." the brunette said, he sounded like he only chainsmoked for two years.


The Nightmare had loaded her bow, she now aimed directly at the blonde. Her eyes strained on her target, her fingers curled slightly as she pulled the arrow back. She had been holding her breath. When she exhaled, she let it fly, using the wind to make the it fly faster and straighter. His hand dropped from the woman's shirt he screamed in pain as his hand went to his shoulder. He fell to his knees as the brunette felt a pair of feet slam into his shoulders.





"What the fuck?!" he cried.


The blonde moved to pull out his gun, but was stopped when a foot came in contact with his chest. The beginners tried to attack her from behind, but ended up with a fist in his face. The woman was standing by, gaping as The Nightmare fought her would be rapists. Instead of running, like Nightmare would have wanted her to do, she just stood there and watched.





"Who is this bitch?!" the blonde yelled in anger.


The blonde attempted to choke nightmare from behind, but he was flipped over her shoulder and into the brunette that appeared in front of her. She stomped on the head of the blonde, effectively knocking him out. The brunette had began to crawl away. He stopped dead and began to tremble when he saw that he had been noticed.





"Please, I will stop doing this. Please, just spare me. I-I'm sorry" he begged as she stalked towards him, watching his eyes widen in horror as her shadow fell over him.


She simply slipped her hand on to the handle of her knife. She flipped around so that she was holding the blade, rather than the handle. She placed her feet on either side of him, glaring into his eyes. Her knees bent so that she squared right over him, her head tilted to one side as she lifted the knife over her head.





"Save the rod" then the handle slammed into his head, it broke the skin, blood falling from the gash and painting the black concrete under him crimson. "spoil the child"





She stood up and turned back to the woman that head still standing on the wall, a look of horror was etched into her beautiful face. Nightmare gestured towards the alley way exit that stood behind her.





"Go" Was all she said. It was enough to make the woman nod and run off into the night. Nightmare sighed and turned back to the two men, looking at them both briefly, before moving to tie them up and leave them for the police.

 

[TheRebelAngel]

Raven sat at in a seat at the dingy bar, hoping that she wasn't sitting on something gross. She may kill people for a living but unknown substances grossed her out. She raised two fingers, signaling the bartender over. He was about 47 with a Gandalf looking beard and half moon glasses. He wasn't the usual. "Vodka on the rocks." She said tapping the table. "Where's Mitch? He usually works today." She asked, catching the mans beady eyes. She saw them roaming downwards and she snapped her fingers. "Hey bub, eyes up here." She said. The man looked at her and shook his head. "Got locked up last night. Drug possession." He said in a gruff tone. Raven nodded. Too bad, she wasn't bailing his ass this time.


A shadow passed over her and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, smashing her elbow into the guys face and taking fighting position.


"Sorry sorry! I-I didn't think they were serious!" He exclaimed, taking a few steps back and holding his nose.


He was a teenager, her age. Dark brown hair and grey eyes. She'd never seen that before. He looked to polished to be in this place, he was either a customer or someone in the wrong place.


She tapped into his mind and relaxed upon realizing she was right. He was a customer, looking for her.


"Here." She said, offering her hand. He looked at her with a worried expression and carefully grasped her hand as she pulled him up. The bar had gone quiet and she could see the mercs hands on their weapons, ready to attack. She signaled them off with her other hand and they relaxed. Except a select few new guys who didn't know of her powers. She grasped the teens hand and led him out of the bar, careful to see in no one followed them.


"I-you-" Raven rolled her eyes at the trembling teen. He was cute, if only he wasn't such an softy. Couldn't handle shit for shit. "You looking for Morningstar?" She asked, careful to ask questions so he wouldn't have an idea of her telepathic abilities. The boy nodded fearfully, pulling out a card with a shaky hand. Raven took it and looked at the name, underneath the name was a single word. Hurt. With narrow eyes she looked at him. "Slow or fast?" She asked. The boy looked up at her with a mishevious glint in his eye.


"Slow."

 

[Laeta]

Nightmare finished typing the knot in the rope. The men weren't even close to waking up, and judging by the discoloration that rest on their brows, they weren't going to heal anytime soon. In fact, there was a good chance that they were suffering from concussions. Serves them right, they should feel lucky that I didn't do worse. She kicked the foot of one, it swayed from the force that hit it, then it stilled.


She looked to the watch that sat upon her wrist. It was shiny and black, it looked new despite the fact that hit was made from old parts. She turned it on and watched as the screen came to life.


Two missed calls from Mom, one missed call from John. Was the first thing she saw when it booted up all the way. It was only natural for a cringe to come to her face. Missing calls could be bad, missing calls from your mother could be deadly. She couldn't care less if John went without hearing the sound of her voice, he would complain about, that was it. Theresa Bates would fuck you up if she thought you were ignoring her.


After making a mental not to call her mother back when she could, she sent the anonymous tip to the police deparrment. After that, she used the wind to help her jump from ledge to ledge and back onto the roof. Sometimes she would stay to watch the police take the criminals in, those were days when crime was low of course, but today she had to go and scout the city, the night was still young.


If one were to look up at the right time, they may see a black blur on the roof tops, jumping from building too to building top. The darkness of the night made it hard, but the road side lights, as dim as they were, made it possible. She was moving faster than most, using the wind to make her steps lighter, to help her stay in the air long enough to jump from roof to roof, cushion her feet when she landed to keep a sound from escaping.


She came to a stop when she saw two figures outside a bar. That could quite possibly be a drug deal. Her eyes narrowed as the male pulled something out, then she relaxed when she saw it was just a card. Upon even closer inspection, she could see they were just teenagers. She shook her head, not knowing what they were up to, but not really caring to find out, and jumped over to the next roof top, in hopes of finding an actual crime.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Arthur Knight

Arthur had never been one for tagging along with and following, but he wasn't exactly in a position to not do so at the moment. The man he was following was Jack Booth. Jack was a small-time arms dealer, amateur boxer, and could pull a good impression of Sean Connery. Also, he'd recently turned into a cop informant. Good on him. He was carrying two duffel bags, both stocked with weapons. Not particularly great weapons, but firearms nonetheless.


Arthur waited for his mark to duck around the corner of the alley before he leaped off the roof. Wind momentarily rushed through his ears as his greatcoat trailed slightly behind him. His foot planted itself on a lamp pole, pushing off that to carry himself far enough along to the next roof. The action was nearly soundless, practised and smooth. Arthur crept along the edge, keeping a steady pace behind the obligingly ignorant Mr. Booth. Booth would already be getting taken out by now, but why bother with just cutting one end of the deal when you can take out both the players?


The minutes ticked by as Jack weaved a way through the alleys and pathways in this part of the city, and Arthur tailed him from above. Eventually, Jack had obviously reached his destination, leaning up against a wall and dropping the two duffel bags. The cold night air bit at the dealer, and he shivered a little. Arthur himself coped well with the cold, not really finding it a problem for him. He grinned a little. Not much was a problem for him.


Another minute, and the customer had arrived. Mario Vespacci. Hitman for the Broncos, one of the dozens of local gangs in this area. Arthur narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Hitmen weren't the sort of person you sent to collect weapons. He had some ideas for what was about to go down, but he didn't know.


Mario continued striding forward. "Jaaaaaack. You got the goods?" he asked, Italian accent barely noticeable. The dealer nodded and gestured to the duffel bags at his feet. "Right here. Open and check, if you want." Arthur drew slightly closer to the edge. Just a little closer together, and he'd be able to pounce. Not that he wanted to right away. This was going somewhere, and he wanted to know where.


Mario pulled closer, and Jack stepped back a little to let Mario inspect. Mario unzipped the bags and looked in. "Not the best stock, but it's good. Thanks, Jack." Arthur saw it coming before Jack did. He launched off the roof, propelling himself straight down towards Mario. The Broncos had figured it out, that Jack was the one who was giving info. Damn them. Mario was quick on the draw, a gun in hand in a split second. Arthur reached for an escrima stick, but Mario was faster. Escrima sticks took longer to draw and throw than a pistol did to draw and fire, especially when the pistol user had a head start. Two rounds were already in Jack's chest by the time that Arthur's stick had been sent on its path to the hitman's head.


Mario fell to the ground, dazed and confused as the escrima stick slammed into his crown. Arthur landed a second later, landing on Mario and pounding his temple with a fist. Out cold. The same couldn't be said of Booth, who was groaning in pain at his wounds. Arthur switched focus to him, scampering quickly to his side. "Give me your phone, I'll call 911." he said, already tearing part of Jack's jacket off for use as a bandage to press to the wounds. "You'll be fine." Arthur put as much reassurance into his voice as he could. Jack moaned in reply, pointing vaguely at one of his pockets. Arthur moved one hand away to reach for the pocket, finding his phone inside. A Nokia. Older. A brick. Nice choice, that shit's going to last forever. He quickly tapped in 911 and hit the call button.


"911, what is your emergency." a female voice replied. Sounded old. Fifty, maybe. Local accent. "This is Arthur Knight. I'm at Falen Lane, and a man's been shot. I'm treating the wounds. The shooter's here and unconscious. I'll cuff him for you." The woman on the other end audibly gaped for a moment. "Okay. I'm sure you know what's coming. Ambulance and police will be on the scene soon." Arthur nodded and hung up, before stashing the phone back in Jack's pocket.


"Jack, I'll be gone for a moment. Can you hold this cloth here?" Arthur asked, concerned. Jack nodded and put his hands where he was told. Arthur then moved back over to Mario's unconscious form, quickly reaching inside his greatcoat and producing a pair of handcuffs. It was a simple matter to slap them onto the hitman's wrists, securing him. "You're staying right there. And then you'll be going to gaol, you bastard." Arthur resisted the urge to spit on Mario, instead launching himself back to Jack's side and pressing the impromptu bandage in again.


Next order of business was to get Jack warm. Shock from injuries was important to deal with. He quickly removed his coat and draped it over Jack. He'd take it back when he left, though. He had a good deal of stuff in there. This left him in tight-fitting black clothes, with the escrima sticks attached to his thighs. Or escrima stick. One of them was still on the ground, after smashing Mario. He could gather that later. He had a life to try and save.

 

[Laeta]

The sound of two consecutive gunshots rang through the air, dominating over all the other sounds of the night. Nightmare came to a stop when she heard them, her head turning towards the direction she believed it came from. Immediately her legs began taking her in the direction of the noise. Wherever it was, it couldn't be too far away from her, shot was too loud for that.


She jumped over to the alley that the noise had originated from. Within the alley were three men, one was shot, one was unconscious, and the other was rummaging through the shot one's pocket. She was going to assume it was a robbery until her pulled out a Nokia. What the hell would any good robber want with that dinosaur. No robber would want that, unless they wanted to us it as a weapon. He ain't a robber, so what the hell is he?





She leaned forward on the rooftop, then she silently dropped down to the ledge so she could get a better look at the scene. He made a 911 call, sending the police this way. After he cuffed what she assumed to be the shooter, she quickly figured out exactly what he was. Yet another vigilante in this fair city. With all of those around, maybe she should go back to just doing her day job.


A creak was heard under her. She furrowed her eyebrows when she heard it, not knowing what was happening until it happened. The small ledge couldn't hold her weight, it crumbled. For a few seconds she was free falling, then she came to her sense and grabbed the wall, using the wind to help her slow her fall. Between her hand digging into the wall hand the wind, her landing was safe.


That wasn't what she was worried about though, she just fell into an unknown vigilante's scene. This could be dangerous, so instead of confronting the man that was standing across from her, she was quick to jump back up the walls and back to the safety of the rooftop. To be fair, that met not be all too useful, now that he had seen her, they were equal. When she had seen him, but he hadn't seen her, she had the advantage.


Nice going, why don't you blow a few air horns while you are at it? Get a few neon signs to point at you, have them all day "This woman is a vigilante and her name is The Nightmare! Come and get her! She scowled at the thought and simply concentrated on getting away from the scene.

 

[amxlia]

Soldierette

She sat on the edge of a roof top sharpening her knife against the hard concrete. She'd just watched another vigilante's work unfold, but decided to not get involved. Another, Nightmare she called herself, had already jumped down, but had scurried off again smartly. She herself probably should, the police would be there soon, and they really didn't take a liking to her methods of "crime fighting".

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Arthur Knight

As he continued to hold the bandage down, a creak came from behind him. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see a woman fall down and land safely. She was slowing her fall with the wall, but that didn't seem to be all. The brief glimpse he got of her costume reminded him of one of the other vigilantes here. Nightmare. Huh, how about that. Probably friendly, but Arthur's body tensed a little, anyway, ready for action.


Nightmare quickly scurried back up the wall, propelling herself with the air itself. So she was an air controller. Interesting. She seemed startled, though. Being honest, so was he. A little. "Hey!" he called up, "I'm not gonna attack you! I'm just trying to save this guy's life! Okay?" If there was something his three and a half thousand years of experience had taught him, it was that allies were almost always helpful. And the first step towards that was always talking.

 

[TheRebelAngel]

Raven sat in the apartment in the dark, waiting for its owner to come home. She had the kid tell him what they did and suddenly she was all for it. She had personal experience like that and hell if she wasn't gonna have fun with this guy.


She was dressed in her usual working attire, but instead of her hair being down, she pulled it into a low ponytail to avoid getting blood in her hair.


The apartment was nice. Too nice for a lowlife asshat like this. From what the kid said and remembered, this was his uncles house. The same uncle that had molested him until the age of 13 when he apparently got too old. She had to admire the kid, the only reason he was doing this was because of his baby sister who was just born. He couldn't stand the thought of the uncle doing what he did to her like what he did with him. So he came to the most ruthless Mercenary in the city. And she was more than willing to take the job.


The house was quiet because Raven may have or may have not put chloroform in all the vents, except the baby's room of course. She just lulled the baby to sleep., she may be a Merc, but she wasn't a baby killer. Those people deserved their own special treatment.


She heard a voice and knew instantly that it was the Uncle. He was not physically speaking, but his thoughts were basically shouting at her. She shuddered, remembering having things don't to her. It didn't bother her personally anymore because she has learned to disconnect emotion from certain parts of her life. But sometimes she has nightmares, so she just doesn't sleep. Which deeply explains the dark circles around her eyes.


The door opened and a man no more that 5'7 walked in, carrying noting more than a plastic Walmart bag. He flicked on the lights before making eye contact with Raven and jetting for the door.


Her shadows made it there faster and closed the door before he got to it.


"Sit."


He sat.


Raven twiddled a knife around in her hands. She had brought that with her because her whip really wouldn't be much help for what she was about to do.


She brought it anyway, just in case, but still.


"What do you want from me?" He asked with a shuddering breath. Raven smiled and looked over at him with dead, empty eyes.


"So I hear you like to touch little boys and girls in their no no places huh?" She asked in a cool voice. As impossible as it seemed, his face paled even more.


She slowly stood up and walked around his chair, trailing her hand along the chair as she walked. Images flashed in her mind of a boy, no older than eight whimpering on a bed with rough hands touching- She closed her eyes and took a breath. She could not lose control. Calm cool and collected, if she killed him now, he wouldn't learn his lesson well enough.


"What is it about them that makes them so appealing? The soft flesh? The small little cries they make as you violate them? Their inability to fight back? Hm?" She asked, holding back on the poison that was trying to leak into her voice.


She saw more flashes of more kids. It wasn't just little Ethan. She took in another silent breath and let out a chuckle, circling back around and looking at him. She saw him shift his hands in front of his crotch and flared in anger.


He was getting off on this.


Instead of taking her knife and stabbing him through the heart, she smiled and bent down in front of him.


"You like this don't you?" She asked. Trailing the knife from his chin to his manhood. If you could even call it that anymore.


"Sit still." She ordered him, grabbing the rope she brought with her and getting started.


She stood back and looked at her handy work. Wade took an entire month teaching her different knots and ties. (Including Japanese rope tying which she found unnecessary and time consuming but he found hilarious and 'Raven you gotta try that one day'.)


She took a ball gag and tied it on him, nodding slightly at the progress. Wade told her to get all of her torturing materials from S&M shops as they seemed to work better than traditional shops items. She took a second to remember that and shook her head with a loving chuckle. "Goddamnit Wade." She murmured under her breath, taking out her knife. She looked at him and tried to decide what to start with, ultimately deciding on the fingers, as he could feel no one else up without fingers. Or working tendons.


Raven decided both would suffice for now. Since she was a little angry, she decided that's serrated knife would do so much better. In terms of pain of course, serrated cuts were nasty.


"This little piggie went to the market, this little piggie stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef... Roast beed sounds really good right now don't you think?" She asked, cutting off his pinkie and laughing quietly at his muffled screams. Wade was right, she was right next to him and could barely hear his screams.


This went on for another five minuets until she had a nice pile of severed fingers collecting.


"Having fun yet? I am. What you are feeling right now, is probably how little Ethan felt when you stuck your man burrito in his microwave. Hurts huh? Don't worry, physical damage isn't nearly as bad as the psychological damage that little Rose will have for the rest of her life." She said softly. Her eyes slowly trailing down his body and landing on his crotch.


"We'll looke' here. Speak of the devil." She said, unzipping the mans pants and pulling out his no no sausage, eyeing down her knife.


"This. Is gonna be fun. "


Okay she had no idea so much blood could come out of such a small thing. It was enough to paint the word 'Child Molester' on the floor in front of him.


Luckily it was hardwood so it would be easy to clean up. While she was writing the last name of the children that had fallen victim to him she heard stirring in the next room.


Raven quickly finished and grabbed her things, shoving them into their holsters and opening the window, admiring her work one last time, before jumping onto the roof and sprinting away from the scene. Just as she had jumped onto the other rooftop, she heard a bloodcurdling scream and smiled through the mask.

 

[Laeta]

As Nightmare societies up the wall, the man had said something to her. I am not gonna attack you. He had said. Of course she looked back, only briefly. Yes, allies could be helpful when it comes to fighting crime like this, but figuring out who could be trusted enough to become allies with was the hard part. Betrayals were not uncommon, especially when it came to getting information.


She stopped for a second, digging her finger into the hard wall. By this point she hung a good five meters above it. He shouldn't try to attack her now. Don't try it Anakin, I have the high ground! Of course that would pop into her head at a time like this. She sighed and looked from the unconscious man to the shot one.


"I refuse to stay and wait for the police to try and arrest me, that would only cause unnecessary conflict, If your buddy is too hurt to stay on his own, then I recommend you run when you hear the sirens" she said before starting to climb again, although she wasn't in as much of a hurry this time.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Arthur Knight

Arthur's blood boiled at Nightmare's selfishness. He tossed a glare over his shoulder at where the woman was climbing. There was so much wrong in what she just said. She calls herself a hero? "I think I'll stick with valuing people's lives, thanks. I know what to do, and that is to help a man I've never met before because he got shot. If that's alien to you, then I want you to leave. I've got this under control, go do something else."


Arthur turned back to Jack. "You cold?" Jack shook his head, and Arthur breathed a short sigh of relief. He didn't want this man going into shock, if he could help it. He quickly adjusted the makeshift bandage to cover a little more of the wound and continued pressing. Soon he'd need another, if the police didn't arrive first.

 

[Laeta]

Nightmare simply rolled her eyes. Of course she didn't get along with him, she was a far cry from what what you would call 'A people person'. She turned back to him briefly. "Fine. It would be more efficient to drop him at the hospital if you ask me, and a lot less risky. Have fun fighting with the police. They aren't that challenging, but very annoying and will put you on a wanted list" she knew damn well that the man was on foot and there wasn't a hospital for a good two miles, but she just had to put that in there. This is why you have no friends, Laura.





She stopped climbing again to look at the two. I debate went on in her head. He seemed to have the situation covered, and she didn't care if he thought she was a heartless bitch, but she could still do something to help with the situation. Finally she sighed and succumbed to her softer half. She took some gauze out of her pocket and flung it at the men. "Use this, it is better than that filthy ass piece of cloth you are using. Don't count on a gift like that again"


She then finished climbing up the wall. After leaping to the top, she wiped the sweat off her forehead, keeping it from rolling into her eyes. She turned to glance at the scene behind her one last time, and then went off. It was a few blocks later when she heard commotion once again. From what she could see from there, they were beating someone.


She took a quick count and came up with four men. It seemed as though the beating had just started, judging by the way the victim was still able to fight back, and didn't seem to be too bloodied. She moved a tad bit, enough to where she had two men in a row in her line of sight. For the second time that night she retrieved her bow and arrow. It was mere seconds before it flew through the night sky, striking both men through the right shoulder.


Striking two was crucial to her plan. When it came to groups like this, it was best to take down, or at least hurt, as many as possible before attacking head on. The hard thing about a long range attack is that if you aren't quick enough, the others can escape. That was why she dropped down as soon as the arrow hit.


"What the he-" one with the tattoo 'Mike' on his neck managed to get out before his head hit the ground. His buddy was too surprised to defend himself, so he was very easy to subdue.


'Mike' however, managed to push himself back to a standing position. He through a punch at her, it was a good punch as well, had it actually landed on her, it would have caused her pain. Instead she caught his hand and twisted hit behind his back. He cried out in pain, his body went slack. She put her arm around his neck, cutting off his air supply. She squeezed until he fell to the ground, unconcious.


She heard movement behind her, when she heard the cocking of a gun, she was quick to draw her own. Instead of turning to face a barrel, she saw one of the men she had shot with the arrow pointing the gun at the head of the victim.


"Listen here, sweetheart. Put down the gun and I let Houston here live." he had a sickening smirk on his face. For awhile, she simply glared. Her eyes moving from the gun to the victim. Then she slowly crouched and placed the gun on ground.


"That's right sweetheart, just like that." he said.


When the gun out of her palm, she saw the man visibly relax. That was when she made her move. Her hand flew to her knife, she took it out and threw it at the man. It hit they hand that held the gun. The gun clattered on the ground and she slammed her foot into his temple.


Her gaze turned to the victim when they were all successfully subdued. Once again, the victim simply say there rather than running. What is with them? Do they fall victim to a crime then go "Huh, that was fun! I wanna stay here and get attacked again!"





"The hell are you waiting for? The second coming of Jesus? Get out of here." she said, and he nodded, got up, and limped away.


She shook her head before turning back towards the men, doing her usual routine of tying them up and sending a message to the police.

 

[TheRebelAngel]

Raven sat on a rooftop, humming quietly to herself and looking at the street below. It had finally dawned on her that one, she never got her drink. Which deeply annoyed her. And two, she forgot her apartment key in her other pants so she had to wait for Clary to get home. She sighed and layed down, hearing her back crack and frowning. She began to wonder if the dude had bled out by time the ambulance got there. She heard the cop cars speeding toward the apartment. As her mind wandered, she caught snippets of thoughts coming from every which way. The thoughts were usually about money, sex, work or family. Many times all at once. She heard snippets of some unusual conversations too. A drug deal going on a few blocks away from here. A bar fight. She caught the thought of someone in the city, saving someone from a 2v1 fight. Raven rolled her eyes. It was probably a hero. Teachers pets in her opinion. Complete doormats. The first sight of a damsel in distress and they have their panties in a twist about. People die all the time. Who knows, that damsel in distress could be planning to shoot up a local school. Then what? They would save the kids and ship the shooters off to jail for as long as they thought he should. BS. In her opinion, they would never learn since prison was better than most schools. What they should do is this thing she heard of called Chinese water torture. It gives them time to think about their choices while driving them slowly insane at the same time. Or just kill them. If they took a life, they suffer the same consequence sevenfold.


Ugh. Now she was sounding like the bible. Raven sighed and checked her knife for any remaining blood. She had washed all the blood off in a nearbye lake. She checked her phone and decided that Clary was probably back, she usually didn't stay out past 4 am. So Raven jumped down, creating steps with her shadows and landing in an alley, walking home as if it was a normal day.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Arthur Knight

Arthur just sighed at Nightmare's counter-argument. Because there's a hospital around every street corner? Yeah, right. Dignifying that idiocy with a retort would be too good, so he focused on saving the man's life. Dealing with the possible fallouts of what he intervened in was something of a point of pride for him. Something that made him better than just an immortal guy who went around kicking the shit out of people. And that included tending to wounded.


The woman's voice came back to him, throwing a piece of gauze at him. He turned a little and caught it. "Not planning on needing anything else from you." Then he quickly peeled off the bandage. Little more blood came out. Good. That'd mean he's keeping the gauze. He'd already used up his supply of that sort of thing by dealing with a gang shootout and making sure as few people bled out as possible. Even if they were all violent criminals, death was a waste.


Of course, he couldn't exactly solve internal bleeding while in the field. Jack may not entirely be in the clear, yet. But that was what the ambulances were for. Speaking of ambulances, here it was now. Or at least the sirens. He bent over a little more to talk to Jack. "I'll be getting gone, now. The ambulance is really close, I don't need to be here anymore." Arthur lightly clapped Jack on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. "You'll do fine, mate."


Arthur stood up slowly, taking the time to shake the stillness out of his legs and don his greatcoat again before he went anywhere. A quick look revealed the location of his stick, so he moved to retrieve that and replace it in its... holster would be the best term. Then he took a quick runup to a garbage bin, leaping up on top of it, before using his momentum to scamper up the wall as far as he could before he had to hold on and start climbing. He climbed like a spider, hurling himself up at breakneck speeds for someone who was climbing, hopping from grip to grip like a mad flea on Speed.


Once on the roof, he resumed his regular patrols. Nothing else pressing, so he continued to hop from roof to roof, swinging from light poles and anything else he needed to use to get around. Other vigilantes may have needed sleep and been getting drowsy. Another perk of his abilities, he never needed to sleep and never suffered the effects of lack of sleep. It was an interesting existence, being Arthur Knight. He wouldn't have had it any other way.

 

[amxlia]

Soldierette

She heard something behind her and turned in a snap, looking around curiously. She spotted someone else running across the rooftops and was curious. Who was out tonight? She didn't have anything else to do, might as well. She ran out after the person just following and soon finding out that it was Arthur Knight, one of the only vigilantes to not disguise his identity.