Night hunt

Vincent P.O. V

" Let see.... ,"

Garbage bag rolls check.

Leather gloves check.

And the customers bag check.

Well, looks I have everything I need.

With everything set, I tighten my gloves, strap the garbage bag, rolls at my back, grab the bag and close the gate. Leaving the garage behind.

* Woosh *

" Sniff ,"

' The customers are just around Bowery. This should be quick.'

I spot the window where the customer lives as I sprint and arrive at the building's alley.

Taking off my gloves and retracting my claw, I leap towards the window and dig my claw against the wall to stop my fall.

Slipping through the alley and avoiding the public eye, I easily made it to the customer's apartment.

Leaning against the alley, I took a whiff, spotting the window where the customer lives. I dash through the building's alley. Take off my gloves, leap to the wall, retract and dig my claw next to the window.

* Woosh *

* Clank *

" Ugh.... ,"

' Shit! '

I hide. Using my ears to check if someone's coming to the window. But after a couple of minutes, nobody came.

' Phew.... '

Relieved, I just put the bag on the stool and knock on the window. Hearing a few tired grunts and the light turning on, I quickly leave the building and hide just a few feet away in the alley.

" Hmm... Ugh.... h-hey honey ,"

" Mmmm.... ,"

" Y-your bag i-it came back."

" What? "

" No, seriously look ,"

" What the fuck are you- holy shit! "

After hearing a few more words from the couple, I put on my gloves on and look at the building one last time before leaving.

* Growl.... *

' Yeah, just shut up. I'm trying to find us some food.'

Leaping through several routes in this alley, it wasn't hard finding my dinner as some traces of drugs linger's in the air.

I track the scent, leading me to a bunch of drug traffickers on the shady side of the streets.

* Thud *

Let's see 1 2 3 4 5 and 6.... 4 regular guys, one with a horn on his shoulders and one with weird frog eyes and spots on his cheeks.

Eh, the dump looking one should be an easy target.

Taking off my gloves and putting them aside, I dash towards the dumb one. Drag him to an alleyway, end his life, bag him in the trash bag before going back.

Killing them one by one.

A survivor. Some black guy tries to run away, but it didn't last long for him as I pin him on the ground and slit his throat.

* Splat *

Once his dead, I reach out for my garbage bag and drag him inside.

Huh... This is a pretty easy hunt. No vigilante's, no powerful enemies, just some regular thugs.

You know, I kinda like it.

" ♪ Humming... Solo voy con mi pena, sola va mi condena, correr es mi destino por no llevar papel, perdido en el corazón, de la grande babylon, me dicen "el clandestino", yo soy el quiebra le- ♫ "

" Thud "

" .... Sigh.... "

Here I thought that it was going to be easy....

The noise came from somewhere near an alley. Hiding. As if waiting for a perfect moment to strike. I don't want to ruin my food, so I'll just go straight to the point and said, " Whoever you are, there's no point in hiding. I can already hear you from over there. "

No sound came, as the still silence made it easier for me to hear subtle movements in that corner. It took a while, but the sound of a sigh echoed through the alleyway as I turn around to see a teenager covered in tattoos showing up

Looking at me a bit disappointed, he said to me " So you're the freak who's been kidnapping my boys "

" Boys? "

" Uh huh, that's right, Bitch do you think I'm just gonna let you do whatever the fuck you want and leave? Nah nah. You're gonna pay what you owe. "

He said that, put his hands in his pockets while he walks towards me. I let go of my garbage bag and kick it away. Waiting for him to do the first move as he rushes towards me.

Lifting his leg as spinning blades made of ink suddenly sprout from his tattoo.

* Vroom! *

* Woosh "

* CRASH! *

The spinning ink blade destroyed the ground as I jump back, but he dash and tries to kick me in the head.

* Woosh! *

Ducking the spinning blade. He forms's spiked ink knuckles to punch me as I step out of the way, block the other punch and step back. Keeping myself at a distance until I block a kick and an ink made spiked chain launch towards my head.

* Woosh *

* Thud *

I tilt my head. As the chain hits the ground. Retracting my claw, I try to pierce through his gut, but I push him away instead.

* Bash! *

* Slide! *

" Cough... Hehe, is that the best you got? "

' The fuck. '

Noticing a pitch black armor made of ink covering his body except for his neck.

I plan to aim for that gab so I pounce towards him but he roll's to the ground and dodge and shoot a bunch of ink blades.

Evading them while moving an inch close. I punch him in the neck but.

* Slam! *

' what? '

He didn't die. Instead, he would survive as he fly's to the air and stop himself mid way by planting spiked chains on the ground.

A large sharp blade of ink forms on his leg as he launches himself towards me. I duck, but the attack crash and pushes me away. Tumbling to the ground until I stop.

* Thud! *

Dust covered everything until it slowly clear's. As it shows this kid's armor fully covering every inch of his body.

The ink chain moved to his hand and formed a small sickle handle. He spin's the sickle through the chain as he walks towards me dead set in the eyes.

I try to stand up but my back suddenly felt like it snapped.

* Sting! *

" Puta! "

I couldn't concentrate... and it's so hard to breathe...

Wait.... is that!

* Woosh! *

Rolling against the ground to dodge the sickle. I try to get back to my feet but I suddenly heard a blade.

* Woosh! *

I duck. Hearing another sound. I jump back and tilt my head do dodge another sickle but something strikes my stomach, bash my snout and smack me to a wall.

* Crash! *

" Cough! Cough! "

* Swoosh! *

My ears raised as I slip from the attack. Grab the pole and blow him in the gut. Pushing him a few feet away.

* Crash! *

" Huff.... "

' finally some space.... '

I place my hand on the wall. Throw the pole away and looked at the kid. His chest armor was damaged, but he quickly repaired it as he stood up and brushed it off.

" Phew- for an old guy you sure do pack a punch, though it looks it's the end of the line for you? "

" Tsk "

' God damn, I couldn't even damage it.... '

I try to find a way to kill this asshole, but there seems to be no way around that armor.... The only way I could kill him is through the hitting the eyes, but he could probably narrow or block it as soon as I try to land a hit.

' So what should I do.... '

My senses are on high alert for any surprise attack coming from this douch. I try to think of a way, but I suddenly felt something off...

' hmm? Damn.... My fang got loose '