He stood out on the building ledge. Even in a bustling city at night his crimson red cape, matching top hat, boots, slacks and suit did not catch anyone's eye. A wicked smile cracked his facade as the desperate cries for help around the city called out for him...no...not him specifically but for a savior. Cursed with this gift of hearing those in pain at all times he does nothing but perch upon the rooftop of one of many buildings with a half grimace half grin.
He leaps, no wires, no harnesses, no special powers, he simply leaps into the darkness. His red cape flowing behind him as he falls through the chilled night air, it extends into infinity as he picks up speed whilst rushing towards the unforgiving ground.
Without reason he grabs out into the midnight sky to grab a wire swung in between two buildings. His body loops around the wire twice before he lets go and is hurled into a nearby open window and lands gracefully in a darkened room. The indecent sounds of fornicating reverberates through the ceiling of this slum but that doesn't grab his attention nearly as much as the the sounds of objects being hurled across a room, the threats, and the frantic searches of the men in the next room.
He presses and ear to the adjacent wall as he hears a young woman cry frantically as two masked men threaten her with weapons, demanding more worldly possessions to feed their greed. one of them is standing too close to the wall. With a smash like that of a object falling from a great high his pale hand rips through the wall and grips the thief by the neck. Pulling him through the wall the felon is thrown through the same entrance window our "hero uses" His screams cease only a few seconds later. The second villain fires gunshots through the gaping hole his comrade had just exited through. The little pieces of lead strike our savior in the chest and neck, ruby red blood sparkles through the room as he is hit. His reaction is nought, as if he had just barely notices the massive injuries he's sustained our hero gleefully smiles and plunges a bladed hand into the gut of the next villain, ripping entrails and tendrils from their right place.
Intestines covered in bile drop to the floor as our villain steps forward onto them and observes his withering dieing prey. As he steps into the light of the bedroom, his visage becomes frightfully apparent, long gaunt face, extremely long nose that comes down most of his face like some sort of teepee or wedge jutting out of his face. Eyes set high on the base of his nose, his pupils, gray an menacing enveloped by his pale face and slicked back black hair that ends in a thin pony tail. The would be thief and murderer exhales his last and there is a thick silence in the room as ht ecowering women finally begines to say
"Thank you very much ma..." before she can finish saying his name he answers in a calm voice, but a high pitched one for a male, one that cuts down to the soul with the way every word is uttered.
"Shut up, do yourself a favor and learn to lock your doors behind you you stupid female..." The callousness is only overshadowed but the calmness of the statement, almost saying it in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, as if she should have predicted the appearance. But before she can fully grasp what he has said he has vanished through the window, answering another call.
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So this guy kind of appeared to me last week. Him an a couple others. I dunno who they are ,or if I've finally "flown over the cuckoos nest" but I kinda like em all. Maybe we'll meet the rest of the gang if I have a bad enough day like today.