Post by Roxas on Jan 3, 2013 13:29:24 GMT -5
Heavy metal music was playing in some secluded corner of the Black Hole Stadium which was officially closed at this time of night. A group of what could only be described as 'Punks' were stood surrounding their speaker system with their heads silently bobbing along to the music. Some were smoking hand-rolled cigarettes and others held bottles of beer in their hands and it seems that they'd all had enough to at least be relatively intoxicated. These Punks however were hiding a little secret of their own... These weren't just your ordinary Punks who did everything they could to stand out against society... These Punks were demons.
"Hey! Ez!" One of them shouted at his friend "When are we heading out..?" One of the other demons who was sat on the floor with a female friend draped across his lap pretty much asleep given how intoxicated she was, she appeared to be human.
"Not a clue, Bee." Ezekial replied. "Whenever we're all ready, I guess." Bee gave a short shrug as he brushed off his tattered jeans and stood up, looking around, until he spotted a figure sat on the abandoned stage, their leg swinging silently over the edge, they whistled along to the music coming from the speakers, and paid no attention to the group of demons that were now all standing up to look at them suspiciously, eyes narrowing at the youths sudden appearance. Some of them suddenly pulled out knives and took a dangerous step towards them.
"Oh come on, guys!" The youth said, standing up and brushing himself down. He was wearing an old motocross body-plate with armoured shoulders, chest and elbows and some black combats with boots to match. A motocross helmet which covered the top of his head and his lower jaw sat on his head with a balaclava underneath to cover what was left of his face. "There's no need to get all violent! Why don't you all just lay down and I'll pretend to beat you up!" The comment was met by an assortment of laughter as the youth jumped down from the stage, once again whistling as he approached the group of demons, with his hands held by his side.
One of them lunged forwards with a knife, aiming right towards the youth's face, but the vigilante was quicker. Reaching up with his right hand, he batted the hand aside and brought his left hand around in a hook, catching the demon right in the jaw and sending them sprawling to the floor. Another had rushed forwards whilst he was busy punching his first opponent down, but his sharp senses picked up the approaching assailant, and his left elbow was brought straight back to his left, crushing into the demon's windpipe, sending him staggering back, before the vigilante his right fist flying over his left arm, catching the assailant in between the eyes and knocking him to the floor. The vigilante gave a short whoop of success, before turning to those that remained.
"Alright!" He cried, his hands falling back down to his sides. "Who's next?!" He grinned beneath his helmet and balaclava as three more demons rushed towards him. The first swung vertically at him with a crowbar, but the vigilante side-stepped to the right, before swinging in a right hook which rocked the demons head to the side. He brought his arm back and wrapped it around his opponents neck and swung them to the right, releasing them mid-swing, sending them crashing into the stage and knocking them unconscious. He jogged forwards towards the other two, one of whom held a knife. The un-armed demon gave a swing towards the vigilante who rolled underneath it as he heard the satisfactory thud of the demons fist connecting with his friends jaw. Rolling onto his feet in a squatted position with on hand on the ground, there was a small hiss as the young man forced himself through the air and collided into the back of the man holding the knife, forcing him to the floor.
He grasped his hands together in a hammer shape and swung it to the left, colliding it with the jaw of the man who was un-armed who was also sent sprawling to the floor. He stood up with a grin painted behind the helmet covering his face as he stared at the last demon, who pushed the drunk woman off of his lap and stood up to his full height. He reached into his jacket and pulled out what looked like a 9mm handgun and pointed it towards the vigilante, who raised his hands into the air and pretended to cower.
"Oh no!" He cried. "Please, don't shoot me! I can't withstand the force of your bullets!"
With a hiss of air, his chest was suddenly pressed against the barrel of the gun, his right hand grasping the slide on the top.
"Just kidding."
He side-stepped to the left, and pushed forwards with his right hand, pulling the slide back, he held it in place, whilst his left hand pulled down on the release switches either side of the weapon before reaching out and pulling the trigger, which shot a dry round into the dirt. He pulled back on the slide which cleanly came of the gun. He spun around and slapped the slide of the gun into the demons jaw, which sent him rocking to the side. The vigilante's left hand soon followed, crashing into his temple and sending him crumpling to the floor. With a self-satisfied nod, the vigilante sat down on the demons chest and crossed his arms against his knees, looking down at the demon.
"Hi." He said warmly. "Care to tell me what you're up to, down here?"
"Hey! Ez!" One of them shouted at his friend "When are we heading out..?" One of the other demons who was sat on the floor with a female friend draped across his lap pretty much asleep given how intoxicated she was, she appeared to be human.
"Not a clue, Bee." Ezekial replied. "Whenever we're all ready, I guess." Bee gave a short shrug as he brushed off his tattered jeans and stood up, looking around, until he spotted a figure sat on the abandoned stage, their leg swinging silently over the edge, they whistled along to the music coming from the speakers, and paid no attention to the group of demons that were now all standing up to look at them suspiciously, eyes narrowing at the youths sudden appearance. Some of them suddenly pulled out knives and took a dangerous step towards them.
"Oh come on, guys!" The youth said, standing up and brushing himself down. He was wearing an old motocross body-plate with armoured shoulders, chest and elbows and some black combats with boots to match. A motocross helmet which covered the top of his head and his lower jaw sat on his head with a balaclava underneath to cover what was left of his face. "There's no need to get all violent! Why don't you all just lay down and I'll pretend to beat you up!" The comment was met by an assortment of laughter as the youth jumped down from the stage, once again whistling as he approached the group of demons, with his hands held by his side.
One of them lunged forwards with a knife, aiming right towards the youth's face, but the vigilante was quicker. Reaching up with his right hand, he batted the hand aside and brought his left hand around in a hook, catching the demon right in the jaw and sending them sprawling to the floor. Another had rushed forwards whilst he was busy punching his first opponent down, but his sharp senses picked up the approaching assailant, and his left elbow was brought straight back to his left, crushing into the demon's windpipe, sending him staggering back, before the vigilante his right fist flying over his left arm, catching the assailant in between the eyes and knocking him to the floor. The vigilante gave a short whoop of success, before turning to those that remained.
"Alright!" He cried, his hands falling back down to his sides. "Who's next?!" He grinned beneath his helmet and balaclava as three more demons rushed towards him. The first swung vertically at him with a crowbar, but the vigilante side-stepped to the right, before swinging in a right hook which rocked the demons head to the side. He brought his arm back and wrapped it around his opponents neck and swung them to the right, releasing them mid-swing, sending them crashing into the stage and knocking them unconscious. He jogged forwards towards the other two, one of whom held a knife. The un-armed demon gave a swing towards the vigilante who rolled underneath it as he heard the satisfactory thud of the demons fist connecting with his friends jaw. Rolling onto his feet in a squatted position with on hand on the ground, there was a small hiss as the young man forced himself through the air and collided into the back of the man holding the knife, forcing him to the floor.
He grasped his hands together in a hammer shape and swung it to the left, colliding it with the jaw of the man who was un-armed who was also sent sprawling to the floor. He stood up with a grin painted behind the helmet covering his face as he stared at the last demon, who pushed the drunk woman off of his lap and stood up to his full height. He reached into his jacket and pulled out what looked like a 9mm handgun and pointed it towards the vigilante, who raised his hands into the air and pretended to cower.
"Oh no!" He cried. "Please, don't shoot me! I can't withstand the force of your bullets!"
With a hiss of air, his chest was suddenly pressed against the barrel of the gun, his right hand grasping the slide on the top.
"Just kidding."
He side-stepped to the left, and pushed forwards with his right hand, pulling the slide back, he held it in place, whilst his left hand pulled down on the release switches either side of the weapon before reaching out and pulling the trigger, which shot a dry round into the dirt. He pulled back on the slide which cleanly came of the gun. He spun around and slapped the slide of the gun into the demons jaw, which sent him rocking to the side. The vigilante's left hand soon followed, crashing into his temple and sending him crumpling to the floor. With a self-satisfied nod, the vigilante sat down on the demons chest and crossed his arms against his knees, looking down at the demon.
"Hi." He said warmly. "Care to tell me what you're up to, down here?"
