In Comes The Hood
~Present time~
In the midst of the city, a tense silence envelopes a dim warehouse where two rival gangs exchange illegal high-tech weapons. Each side remains alert, ready to retaliate at the slightest hint of provocation.
"Let's see the goods first," Leader 1 demands, hoisting a suitcase of cash to indicate they won't pay until they've inspected their purchase.
Leader 2 signals to his henchmen who haul out a sleek, metallic cannon that appears capable of obliterating the city. But just as the transaction is about to proceed, a piercing noise rends the air, causing the hardened criminals to whirl around and point their guns in every direction.
"What the hell was that?" a goon yells upon noticing a shadow moving along the ceiling.
I silently descend from the ceiling, my leather jacket billowing around me as I land with a graceful thud. The sound reverberates through the dimly lit room, startling the goons.
Draped in a crimson hood and black combat gear, I demand in a deep, commanding voice,
"Don't make me repeat myself. Where is the Court of Owls?"
Their fear softened into relief, but it was short-lived.
One of the goons spat,
"Whew, you scared me for a moment there. It's just some crazy dude seeking death."
He sauntered towards me, shoving me repeatedly and taunting.
"And who the hell are you supposed to be, little red riding hood?"
As he cracks his joke, the others laugh raucously. Twitching with annoyance, I grab his hand and twist his arm, causing a loud cracking sound and a scream to echo through the warehouse. But before the others can react, I forcefully step on his ankle, breaking it with a sickening crack.
Cracka!
He collapses to the ground, whimpering in pain. But I don't stop there. Without hesitation, I drop down and pummel his head until his head is fully embedded in the ground.
As the life in his eyes slowly fades, I speak in a low, gravelly voice.
"I am Vengeance."
After witnessing the brutal murder of one of their members, the gang leaders quickly respond, barking orders to their underlings to fire at the intruder
"What are you idiots doing? FIRE!"
Their machine gun fires in my direction as I throw down a smoke grenade, filling the air with dense smoke that shrouds the area, making it impossible for the goons to shoot me.
The air thickens with smoke, but I can hear their movements as they search for me. Like a predator stalking prey, I move in silence until I'm near enough to strike. With a lethal combination of martial arts and brute force, I take down my enemies one by one in a flurry of fluid movements.
My fist meets flesh in a brutal symphony, as the sound of bones cracking and screams fill the warehouse. With unbridled ferocity, I unleash a barrage of blows upon the remaining gang members, ensuring that they stay down for good. They're no match for me as I move with ruthless efficiency, leaving a trail of destruction in my wake.
Suddenly, the deafening hum of a machine fills the air, signaling that they are about to clear the smoke-filled room. With a quick flick of my wrist, my katana glimmers in the dim light as I lunge forward, cutting down my adversaries with swift and deadly precision. Their heads roll to the floor as I relentlessly attack, showing no mercy, no hesitation, and no remorse.
As the smoke cleared, the gruesome scene of brutally murdered bodies was revealed. The floor is strewn with lifeless, mangled bodies that bear the gruesome marks of a brutal slaughter. The scene is sickening, with blood and gore splattered across the ground and the stench of death hanging heavy in the air. The carnage is so horrific that it's enough to make even Jack the Ripper puke. Seeing their dead friends lying on the ground motionless with fear forever etched in their faces, the remaining gang members dropped their guns and scrambled to flee this nightmare.
Grinning behind my mask, I muttered,
"Too late."
Pulling out my pistol, I took aim with deadly accuracy and watched as they fell to the ground like swatted mosquitoes.
But just as I thought it was over, the sound of a vehicle revving up caught my attention. With lightning-fast reflexes, I whipped out my grappling gun and shot them towards the two runaway leaders on a motorbike.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Their screams of pain filled the air as my grappling hook pierced through both their chests, causing them to fall off their bike which crashed into a wall, exploding into flames.
...
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
As I slowly approached the two fallen gang leaders, I could see fear etched into their faces. Their eyes widened with terror and their bodies trembled with apprehension. Their breaths were shallow and quick, and they appeared to be in a state of shock at the sight of the hooks that pierced their chests.
As they helped each other stand, their faces were twisted with pain, and their movements were slow and unsteady, as if they were trying to keep themselves from collapsing under the weight of their injuries. They exchanged panicked glances, realizing the danger they were in and the imminent threat of death that lurked behind them.
As they made a run for the door, they desperately tried to escape the demon that chased them as they thought that their salvation lay beyond the door.
Alas, their hopes were misplaced.
As soon as they touched the door, it exploded into smithereens, sending them flying through the air and crashing at my feet with a sickening thud.
The fallen leaders lay before me, whimpering and begging for their lives. Their pleas fell on deaf ears as I violently ripped out the hook that bound them together, causing them to let out a blood-curdling scream sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard the scream.
But I had no time for their cries, only for the information I sought.
"Where is the Court of Owls?" I asked, repeating my question as I towered over them.
"Please," they both pleaded, tears streaming down their faces.
"Please spare us. We have families."
"Answer the God damn question or you will join your friends in hell." I demanded, signalling to all their dead goons on the floor.
"Please, I don't know what that is. You want money? I can give you whatever you want," Leader 1 begged, desperation etched on his face.
"Whatever he gives, I can double it. Please spare me," Leader 2 added before I interrupted with a swift knee to his face and started punching him in the face until his face was caved in and blood splattered all over my suit.
"Start answering the question truthfully before you become like him," I threatened, my voice laced with menace.
"I really don't know where to find them, I swear. I only help them once a month. They give me money through secure account and I give them the weapons I buy from others." He said, his voice shaking.
"Please, man, I have a family," he pleaded once again.
I contemplated his words for a moment before granting him mercy.
"Alright, I will grant you mercy," I said, causing tears of relief to trickle down his cheeks.
"The mercy of death," I clarified, and the leader's expression turned to one of horror as he attempted to flee. I drew my sword and cleanly sliced his neck, his head rolling off his shoulders.
I sheathed my sword, muttering to myself,
"Another day, another dead end."
As I readied myself to leave the gruesome crime scene, a powerful gust of wind hit me, making me spin on my heels. My eyes fell upon a figure shrouded in a menacing silver suit, adorned with a jagged lightning bolt emblem that glimmered in the moonlight.
My hands instinctively went to my pistols as I confronted the stranger, demanding,
"Who the hell are you?"
With a calm demeanor that betrayed his fearsome appearance, the figure responded.
"I'm Savitar. The God of Speed."
A/N: (His suit)