A scream tore through the darkness of the west end of Rhydin, a normal occurrence to be sure in this part of town. Some girl would be being attacked, and possibly not for the first time for this victim but every time could be the last time. Bob was sick of the degenerate behavior of this part of town. He believed the bad guys of the world needed some class, or needed to be dead, or in prison, but dead was the better choice.
This attack would have all the makings of something much worse than a simple robbery, the girl was mildly attractive under all the wear and tear of the rigors of everyday life in this pathetic excuse of civilization. The man was a big guy, dark skinned and scarred up. It was obvious to Bob that this loser used fear to get what he wanted with the power of fear alone. The woman's screams would have gone unheard by any at this late hour and people trying to help out would end up hurt or even dead so the good soul of the people was obviously crushed here. Lucky for Bob, he did not have to worry about such minor things such as death and pain.
The man slammed the poor girl against the wall, Bob knew what came next, and decided to step in. Why would he step in before and not enjoy the show would only be known to himself at the time. The man in black stepped out of the shadow and stood behind both of them. "Hey, shorty, you and me need to have a serious conversation about your intentions." Bob was usually a level above most of the people he talked to but was never really arrogant about it, he was horrible when it came to being arrogant. The man seemed to not understand half of the words spoken to him, but "Shorty" seemed to strike a nerve.
The man turned around and started to speak, but he had such an accent that it was hard to even understand what he was saying. Bob was unimpressed to say the least as the man pulled this nasty looking knife from a pocket. His attention was now fixed upon the man in black, she was still frozen with fear and visibly shaking, Bob tried to feel bad for her, but then again Bob was also really bad at feeling bad for people. "Nice blade you have there, shorty I think I should show you how to use it. Let the girl go and lets you and me talk."
This was taken as an insult and the guy charged the villain, this was a mistake. Bob simply just side stepped the loser and used the power of his mind to toss the guy into the side of the building. "Finished yet?" Bob said to the guy as he crumpled from the impact, and struggled to stand up yet again.
"I will KILL you for that" This time the bad guy could speak clearly as ever when inspired by the rage to do so, and charged him again. Bob did not need to have the innocent victim die due to her current state and not being able to move, so he did something else. With a step forward he took the blade directly to the chest, the blade sunk in all the way to the handle. Un-phased by this attack, Bob decided to make sure this guy would never do this again to anybody.
The man in black grabbed the wrists of the now in shock criminal and twisted them all the way around and shattered them beyond repair with a sickening crunch. The pain came and the criminal dropped to his knees, with a swift kick, Bob sent this nameless statistic back into the wall he just came from.
Defeated throughly and now fighting the immense pain he was feeling enough to beg for mercy and not to die. Bob pulled the blade from his chest and the wound healed as he tossed it to the ground and it hit with a clang, then melted into nothingness so it would not be used by anybody else. "I will not kill you, but you will never again do this to anybody else. Your wrists will never heal, you will never be strong enough to over power anybody again. And the pain will fade, but every time you even think about hurting anybody else again, it will remind you of this night." Bob reached down and picked the man up with one arm and held him off the ground, his eyes turned deep red. "Do you understand me?"
"Y..yes. I wont do it again, I promise.." This was the first time this guy has experienced fear in his adult life it seemed. "Good" Bob tossed him to the side like a rag doll and watched the guy limp away into the night, crying and talking to himself in delusions of pain and terror.
He then turned to the girl who was in shock seeing this outmatched looking guy just wipe out one of the monsters on the streets of the West End singlehandedly. "Go home, girl. Go straight home and do not look back."
The girl just nodded and scrambled off into the dark. Bob made sure that she made it home safely by following her in silence. Once he saw she would be ok, he leaped to the roof of a building and looked over the west end as it melted into the horizon and the snowy back ground. Yeah, this would be fun for awhile he thought as he melted into the shadows once again.
This attack would have all the makings of something much worse than a simple robbery, the girl was mildly attractive under all the wear and tear of the rigors of everyday life in this pathetic excuse of civilization. The man was a big guy, dark skinned and scarred up. It was obvious to Bob that this loser used fear to get what he wanted with the power of fear alone. The woman's screams would have gone unheard by any at this late hour and people trying to help out would end up hurt or even dead so the good soul of the people was obviously crushed here. Lucky for Bob, he did not have to worry about such minor things such as death and pain.
The man slammed the poor girl against the wall, Bob knew what came next, and decided to step in. Why would he step in before and not enjoy the show would only be known to himself at the time. The man in black stepped out of the shadow and stood behind both of them. "Hey, shorty, you and me need to have a serious conversation about your intentions." Bob was usually a level above most of the people he talked to but was never really arrogant about it, he was horrible when it came to being arrogant. The man seemed to not understand half of the words spoken to him, but "Shorty" seemed to strike a nerve.
The man turned around and started to speak, but he had such an accent that it was hard to even understand what he was saying. Bob was unimpressed to say the least as the man pulled this nasty looking knife from a pocket. His attention was now fixed upon the man in black, she was still frozen with fear and visibly shaking, Bob tried to feel bad for her, but then again Bob was also really bad at feeling bad for people. "Nice blade you have there, shorty I think I should show you how to use it. Let the girl go and lets you and me talk."
This was taken as an insult and the guy charged the villain, this was a mistake. Bob simply just side stepped the loser and used the power of his mind to toss the guy into the side of the building. "Finished yet?" Bob said to the guy as he crumpled from the impact, and struggled to stand up yet again.
"I will KILL you for that" This time the bad guy could speak clearly as ever when inspired by the rage to do so, and charged him again. Bob did not need to have the innocent victim die due to her current state and not being able to move, so he did something else. With a step forward he took the blade directly to the chest, the blade sunk in all the way to the handle. Un-phased by this attack, Bob decided to make sure this guy would never do this again to anybody.
The man in black grabbed the wrists of the now in shock criminal and twisted them all the way around and shattered them beyond repair with a sickening crunch. The pain came and the criminal dropped to his knees, with a swift kick, Bob sent this nameless statistic back into the wall he just came from.
Defeated throughly and now fighting the immense pain he was feeling enough to beg for mercy and not to die. Bob pulled the blade from his chest and the wound healed as he tossed it to the ground and it hit with a clang, then melted into nothingness so it would not be used by anybody else. "I will not kill you, but you will never again do this to anybody else. Your wrists will never heal, you will never be strong enough to over power anybody again. And the pain will fade, but every time you even think about hurting anybody else again, it will remind you of this night." Bob reached down and picked the man up with one arm and held him off the ground, his eyes turned deep red. "Do you understand me?"
"Y..yes. I wont do it again, I promise.." This was the first time this guy has experienced fear in his adult life it seemed. "Good" Bob tossed him to the side like a rag doll and watched the guy limp away into the night, crying and talking to himself in delusions of pain and terror.
He then turned to the girl who was in shock seeing this outmatched looking guy just wipe out one of the monsters on the streets of the West End singlehandedly. "Go home, girl. Go straight home and do not look back."
The girl just nodded and scrambled off into the dark. Bob made sure that she made it home safely by following her in silence. Once he saw she would be ok, he leaped to the roof of a building and looked over the west end as it melted into the horizon and the snowy back ground. Yeah, this would be fun for awhile he thought as he melted into the shadows once again.