A Vigilante Stalks The Night

A night covered the city, but it remained bright from neon colors. The buzz of activity was lower than daylight, but this wasn't near the outskirts where everyone was heading home. Rather this was closer to the center, and people in groups were traveling to have some fun.

Voices turned into a mass of sound, joyful laughter mixed with angry shouts. People moved about in a buzz. Atop a building a figure stood on the edge, wind made a long cloak flutter. A black and red cloak flapped in the wind like a flag. Eyeing the streets they spoke, "A night of no trouble again. . ."

A hood fell off their head from the wind, revealing a masked person. Half of their face was covered by an oni mask. They examined the people when someone caught their eye, "Oh? Let's see. . . moving about suspiciously, using the busy night to hide their trail. Oho? They're carrying something too! How intriguing."

The figure moved their hands and flipped the hood back up. Placing their hands into the cloak's pockets they did a cartwheel to the side, with their hands still in the pockets? Flipping off the top of the tall building they slid down the wall, like a surfer coasting a wave. With a small jump they landed on the ground safely and lightly, completely ignoring the laws of physics. Walking out onto the sidewalk they suddenly spun and leaned against the wall. Pulling out a small book they opened it with a single hand and started reading the words. Other hand still in pocket.

Although they weren't really reading the book. Rather their hooded figure was keeping an eye on a single person who was suspiciously shuffling across the street. As they passed by the figure placed the book back into their pocket and skillfully weaved through the crowd. Despite their ridiculous outfit, the way they moved was thick in experience. It was as if their presence wasn't known to anyone. As if the eye-catching outfit was a challenge for someone to spot them.

Leaning against a cart placed awkwardly into a alleyway they flashed a bit of money with a sleight of hand trick, "Two of these."

Unimpressed, probably due to their long work hours, the cart owner fished two kebabs and quickly exchanged with the strange looking fellow. Happily taking the kebabs the figure continued to move through the crowd. Just as the suspicious figure turned to check their surroundings, the cloaked individual crouched down and handed the kebabs to a small child. They looked at the funny dressed person and took the kebabs cautiously. Before they could even ask what was going on, the person vanished back into the crowd.

The suspicious individual looked around before checking something. Looking back between what seemed like a piece of paper and an alleyway they slipped into the darkness. Walking swiftly they turned a corner and found a set of stairs leading down. Quickly descending they knocked on the door in a certain pattern and waited. The door creaked open eventually and someone peeked through the crack, "Who are you?"

"Business, I was told you had a passage.", the suspicious person flashed the backside of the paper.

"Damn, I was going to stop working for these people. Fine, come in."

The suspicious person slipped inside and the door clicked shut. In the dark alleyway the cloaked person revealed themselves from around the corner, "It's a secret password!"

Stepping down to the door they pressed an ear against it to try and listen in. Faint sounds could be heard, but no word could be tied to them. A bit upset at their inability to eavesdrop the cloaked person quickly weighed their options. A smart person would give up right now, after all doing this was already pretty immoral. Yet to this person, who has been bored for the past few weeks, this was too good to pass up!

"Alright then."

Bang-!

Sharply kicking the door a loud sound resonated in the alleyway. Immediately the figure heard a rustle of sound as footsteps approached the door. Waiting for a second they then booked it to the end of the alleyway. The door swung open and a voice cursed, "Who did that?! I swear if it's you damn kids again I'm gonna skin you!"

The figure faltered at the threat, wasn't that a little too much?! As he ran he kicked a spare metal bin to the side, making a crash. This was picked up by the target and they ran towards the bin, "You're not getting away this time!"

The figure turned the corner and began jumping up the walls. Leaping back and forth between them they rapidly ascended to the roof. Sprinting down the roof they flipped off a different edge and slid down the side. Landing next to the now open door they slipped inside.

Thunk-

A metal pipe touched the wall next to the figure, "Who the hell are you?"

"Damn, I didn't expect this place to be nothing but a small room."

"Mhm, figured I'd watch since that guy ran off in a rage. Didn't expect someone to actually have the balls to walk in."

"Mind letting me go with a warning?"

"Why should I?"

"Just looking to snag something nice. I don't wanna fight."

"A shame.", the figure said before swinging the pipe. The cloaked individual ducked underneath the swing and rolled away from the wall. Quickly examining the room they opted to flip over a table, creating some distance.

The cloaked figure spread their arms to the side, "Well! I didn't expect you to move so quickly!"

"Guess you're not some run of the mill thief."

"Haha."

The cloaked figure flipped the table with a kick, rotating it to fall on its side. With a spinning back kick they launched the table towards the figure. A pipe slammed against the table, in an attempt to smash it to splinters. Yet how could they have predicted the cloaked figure would be flying just behind the table? Soaring through the air they performed a spectacular drop kick and landed a clean hit.

Coughing violently the pipe wielder suddenly cursed, "I swear people have been looking down on me ever since my Heavy Thorns got wiped!"

The pipe wielding man was indeed Warrell! Still bitter about his loss he felt this foolish way of fighting was looking down on him! Swinging his pipe the cloaked figure ducked again but this time opted to perform a sweep kick. Warrell couldn't dodge this one completely and fell to the ground among the splinters from the table.

Such an opportunity to continue their assault, but the cloaked figure didn't take it! Rather they snatched something nearby, "I wonder what it was you were so suspiciously carrying. I suppose you won't mind me taking it?"

"Shit!! You better put that down! You do not want to fuck with the people who want that!!"

"Since when was I afraid of anyone? I'll challenge whoever it is, even if it's a Quadrant!"

Carrying the small container the cloaked figure headed for the door, "I'll be taking this!"

"Who the hell are you?! If you're not afraid tell me your name!"

"Oh? You must not have heard. I who work in the night, accompanied by shadow alone, a vigilante who strikes against the gangs. Many names have been granted to me, but the one I grow fond of is D-D."

"Dee. . . Dee?"

"Remember it well, your loss today was orchestrated by none other than me!"

Without further word D-D left through the door. Warrell punched the wall out of frustration, "Damn it!!"

A figure peeped their head around the corner, "Who the hell trashed my place?!"

"Some guy who called himself DeeDee."

"Ah shit, it's that guy. Gangs been hunting him down recently. He's been a thorn in their side for some time."

"He took my damn package!"

"Oh calm yourself. You think I wouldn't be prepared for such an event?"

"What?"

"If you were taking my passage way there was always a chance of you having to hide the package. Just in case I put a tracker, let me tell you that organization is not kind when it comes to mistakes."

Tossing over a small device they explained, "This will lead you to it. Although if you were rendered to this state, I recommend collaborating with another gang. . . I'd recommend Owl Eye."

Warrell's mood almost instantly improved, "You're smarter than you look."

"I take that as an insult mind you."

"Where can I find Owl Eye?"

"Thirtieth Street. Do you need a map?"

"I know the place, what's their building?"

"Old parking lot at the corner of it."

"Thanks, I'll be back."

"If you fail not a word to that organization! If they hear I was part of why their stuff got lost I'll end up in several parts."

"Yeah no problem, that guy is dead."