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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2009 22:43:45 GMT -6
On patrol, again. Irazehl sighed in boredom as he stood atop a two story building, tossing rocks at an airduct. The night sky limited his veiw, and he mainly resorted to using his ears. Every now and then he would move to another building. He was used to patroling downtown, but it was all the same. He pulled out his communicator to check the time but froze as he heard cried for help in the distance.
"No! Leave me alone! Someone please help me!" It was the voice of an elderly man.
"Shut up or I will shoot, old man!"
In an instant Irazehl was clearing the gaps between buildings. He couldn't be more than 30 feet away now.
"Please, I beg yo-"
BANG!
Feelings of dread washed over Green as he heard the horrid sound. He stepped to the final ledge, and in an instant he was on the ground in front of what appeared to be the suspect.
"Get out of the way, freak!" the gun toting man said, as green blocked his path out of the alleyway.
"Tell me... how much was that mans life worth to you?" he looked away from the man. Sorrow, regret, and rage filled his voice. His clothe mask stained with tears.
"I said move, mutha f*cka!" he said, pointing the gun directly at Greens head.
"Go ahead. Pull the trigger." he said, now turning to face him. He had a demented look in his eyes.
"What...?"
"DO IT!"
The gun shook, still aimed right between Irazehl's eyes, until...
~click~
Green let his hands relax and rounds excaped through his fingers and clattered on the concrete below. The mugger pulled a knife and slashed at Irazehl, who nimbly dodged to the side. He caught the arm when it returned for a stab. Greens left arm crossed under the muggers right arm as he caught the fist, and broke it at the elbow. His screams of pain were silenced to a wimper as Green placed the blade of the dropped knife in the muggers mouth.
"I am going to kill you"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2009 22:52:07 GMT -6
Mathew stopped in his tracks and his heart beat fast in panic when he lay eyes on the scene. A small pool of blood had formed around the dead man in the background. It looked like there was going to be another dead man soon too, if he didn't intervene.
"No! Stop!" It appeared to be a vigilante or a super of some sort, but he didn't know, as Green was rarely seen in the papers. "You don't want to do that!"
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Post by alexanderstone on Dec 4, 2009 23:31:56 GMT -6
Alexander had never really liked the rooftops, nor looking over the ledge. Yet as he sat, dumbfounded and tipsy upon the ledge, his legs dangling and his hands gripped tightly to the cement beneath, he had never taken much thought into his idiotic decisions to nearly fall from the rooftops. He had managed to slip himself back onto solid ground, slowly and carefully, before shifting his feet into a walk.
Left foot.
Right foot.
Left foot.
Right foot.
It seemed easy enough for the ginger-haired boy to make his rounds. He needed to get himself off this this thing. However, his decisions were halted when he saw the criminal and two other guys. He was scared, biting his lips and watching. His flannel would do no good as a weapon. Maybe when wet, yet it was no time for wet shirt contests. He was chuckling slightly at the thought before snapping back and fidgeting his thumbs together. He could always shot some flaming spheres and try to stop whatever was going on.
He knew, deep down, that it would be stupid.
He could hardly walk without using the wall for guidance! How could he possibly shot a ball of fire at the criminal without hurting the wrong people? And who was attacking who? Alexander didn't know at this point. He kept himself still, watching and waiting, cheering to himself as he smiled and frowned. He ran a hand through his hair before his eyes spotted a rock.
He picked it up, tossing it in the air before catching it, and then throwing it, hoping to aim for the right person. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2009 23:33:24 GMT -6
"Why not? He's a murderer." Irazehl said, though he pulled the knife from the man. "He deserves it." He stared into the killers now frightful eyes. He felt a bit more calm now, unexplainedly. He had a depressed look on his face as he dropped the knife. "You're right; a savage beating may suffice."
"No... violence never solved anything. Its the cowards way out." Mathew said as he continued to turn the air into a mild sedative to calm all three of them down. "Look, just turn him in." It felt strange for him to suggest letting the police handle a situation; he himself didn't trust the police.
Suddenly without eplaination, Mathew fell over. Irazehl turned around to see the rock clatter beside Mathew's body. The criminal he had been holding a knife to saw fit to try and make a move at this time, and Irazehl smashed him in the face with the back of his fist without looking. He looked up curiously, as if it were about to rain rocks.
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Post by alexanderstone on Dec 4, 2009 23:44:26 GMT -6
Whatever had happened to air made the redheaded boy smile.
It was calming, almost. Pacifying, if one may say so. He was smiling, running a hand through his hair and sighed deeply and solemnly. What had happened to the air, he wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, however, was certainly working for him. He had a feeling it wasn’t meant for just anything, yet still, he was happy. His head had begun to hurt, however, and as he slid down to sit on the dirty cement, eyes now on the sky, he looked nearly dead and just as dumbfounded as before. He sighed yet again as he pulled his knees close to his chest and sneezed, rubbing his nose before taking a glance at the others.
Did the rock even hit them? At this point, Alexander was unsure. He couldn’t see the rock, yet still, he wouldn’t be too sure. He rubbed the back of his neck, pursuing his lips and slapped his hands down upon his knees. He never knew it would’ve hurt that bad. Rubbing his now stinging knees, he grumbled to himself before pushing back into the wall and gazed back up at the sky.
Boy, did that moon look lonely.
ooc: i’m only assuming it’s nighttime. xDD
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2009 0:15:24 GMT -6
<<I meant like a depressant sedative, not a hallucinogen, lol>>
Irazehl poked the side of his mouth with his tongue as it seemed to fill with cotton. Something was wrong here. He felt.... fluffy... and numb. He needed to knock the perp out first, to insure he wasn't going to be a problem as he made a n antidote for himself. Green turned around to see the man scrambling to pick up bullets with numb fingers. The mugger didn't seem to be aware that he was bleeding profusely from the nose. Irazehl swiftly took the mans head and slammed it into the wall of the alley. Problem solved.
Mathew rubbed his head, a bump had formed where the rock hit. He put a hand on a car to pull himself up. The car sounded an alarm. "great, that really helps the headache"
As soon as he returned to a standing position, he looked around to see where the rock came from. He spotted a flame haired youth and figured the angle was right. "What the hell dude?!" He shouted over the alarm. He held both arms wide apart in an annoyed guesture.
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