Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 23:51:11 GMT -9
I felt like writing something, so here's a short action story with generic villains, and some batman electric sword kid. Enjoy!
The boy looked down into the shadowy alleyway between the massive skyscrapers. The deal was going as planned below. A handful of grunts from different gangs were making an exchange. Three troopers from The Squad, only one grunt from The Red Dragons. The balance of power still leaned to the Red Dragon. The Squad troopers nervously began to hand over a suitcase. The boy set a hook into the edge of the skyscraper, and dropped a line into the alleyway. A mere moment later, one of the Troopers saw movement out of the corner of his eye--the rope hitting the ground. Before he could make a sound, he was unconscious from a blow to the head from the flat end of a sword. The sound of his fall alerted the other Troopers, but only the Red Dragon saw the boy coming. The others were knocked out from behind before they could react. Quickly, the Red Dragon grunt took aim with an assault rifle, which in most cases would've quickly dealt with the boy. However, he was already too close, and despite a desperate, random burst of fire, the Red Dragon was knocked back. Recovering from the panic before, the Red Dragon laughed and took aim. The boy wasn't fazed. He changed his grip on the sword. It seemed to shine a little in the darkness of the alleyway. "Give up while you can, and I'll let you live. Beat you unconscious, but let you live..." said the Red Dragon. The boy simply grinned sadistically. The Red Dragon did not know the true severity of the threat. The Red Dragon opened fire, but missed as the boy had already jumped at him, plunging the blade into his chest, frying his body with an electric charge, then pulling it out and decapitating him, each wound cauterized by electrical heat. No mercy for the dragons, he thought. The fight over, the boy sheathed his sword, then quietly stepped through the dark alley, picking up the suitcase. He climbed the rope he dropped from, then set it on fire with a match when he reached the top of the building. No trace would remain besides the Squad troopers. They would serve as witnesses. An entire Squad team wiped out with ease and a mighty Red Dragon grunt slain, with wounds that don't bleed. Truly a supernatural act, they would say. They would create a legend. A bit cliche, but useful for defeating the gangs, when the grunts are scared, the whole operation is weaker. Easier to break them. And the boy would certainly break each and every one of those gangs. The city would be free again someday. And so would he.
The boy looked down into the shadowy alleyway between the massive skyscrapers. The deal was going as planned below. A handful of grunts from different gangs were making an exchange. Three troopers from The Squad, only one grunt from The Red Dragons. The balance of power still leaned to the Red Dragon. The Squad troopers nervously began to hand over a suitcase. The boy set a hook into the edge of the skyscraper, and dropped a line into the alleyway. A mere moment later, one of the Troopers saw movement out of the corner of his eye--the rope hitting the ground. Before he could make a sound, he was unconscious from a blow to the head from the flat end of a sword. The sound of his fall alerted the other Troopers, but only the Red Dragon saw the boy coming. The others were knocked out from behind before they could react. Quickly, the Red Dragon grunt took aim with an assault rifle, which in most cases would've quickly dealt with the boy. However, he was already too close, and despite a desperate, random burst of fire, the Red Dragon was knocked back. Recovering from the panic before, the Red Dragon laughed and took aim. The boy wasn't fazed. He changed his grip on the sword. It seemed to shine a little in the darkness of the alleyway. "Give up while you can, and I'll let you live. Beat you unconscious, but let you live..." said the Red Dragon. The boy simply grinned sadistically. The Red Dragon did not know the true severity of the threat. The Red Dragon opened fire, but missed as the boy had already jumped at him, plunging the blade into his chest, frying his body with an electric charge, then pulling it out and decapitating him, each wound cauterized by electrical heat. No mercy for the dragons, he thought. The fight over, the boy sheathed his sword, then quietly stepped through the dark alley, picking up the suitcase. He climbed the rope he dropped from, then set it on fire with a match when he reached the top of the building. No trace would remain besides the Squad troopers. They would serve as witnesses. An entire Squad team wiped out with ease and a mighty Red Dragon grunt slain, with wounds that don't bleed. Truly a supernatural act, they would say. They would create a legend. A bit cliche, but useful for defeating the gangs, when the grunts are scared, the whole operation is weaker. Easier to break them. And the boy would certainly break each and every one of those gangs. The city would be free again someday. And so would he.