The Knight in Dark Armor

Prologue

As I was thrown into the alley wall behind me, I yell in pain. I'm sure my right arm has been shattered. I try to stand up again before I am kicked right back down.
"Stay down kid." A very burly man speaks to me. "You don't know what you are really doing."
An unknown power deep inside me starts to rise up and I find the will to stand.
"I told you to stay down!" The man grabs for me. With a speed not known to me before this moment I slip to the side of the man and belt him in the stomach with my shattered right arm. There is no pain, no anything as the man falls to the ground...prone, the photographs of a young girl falling beside him.
"Who is this girl?" I ask him, only at this point trying to confirm my suspicions.
"I'm not telling you that!" The man cries out. "Listen kid, you haven't done much. If you stop right now I will let you go."
I kneel down next to him. I cross my right arm over my knees so he can see it plainly.
"What the hell are you?!" He says as he looks up toward me with fear coating his voice.
I look down at my once before shattered right arm to see it covered in a black metallic looking substance with tinges of red in between. The longer I stare at it, the more it starts to fade away until it's just my normal colored skin.
"I'm asking the questions." I say matter of factly. "Who is the girl?" As I ask him, I move my right arm normally until it's under my now resting head.
"I saw the bone!" The man looks at me incredulously. "I saw it all fucked up!"
I sigh. I grab the still prone man and pull him up by his now messed up hair. "I ask the questions, you are pissing me off. Who is this girl?!" I shove his face towards a photograph. My voice changes to that of behind some kind of mask, with a slight metallic, almost robotic sound.
"I can't tell you alright? I'm dead either way... this is a job okay?" The man is now trying to plead indifference to the matter as if it is a lowly job that the common folk would choose to do. My face gets hotter as the anger seeps out of me.
"I know who she is..." I say very slowly. "If you ever come near her. I will break off both your legs and shove them so far up your ass even a wheelchair won't save you and you can imagine you won't need crutches either."
"I will die! Don't you get it?!" The man pleads with me. "If I don't do this job I'll be killed!"
"I guess you will need some incentive then." I say with no emotion.
I pull the man to his feet and push him back. "This is what awaits you." I say.
My body is quickly enveloped in a sort of dark armor with red hazes and tinges all over it. The last thing to be enveloped is my head. A giant black armored mask falls over my eyes and latches shut against my neckpiece.
I stare into the mans eyes looking deep inside at the reflection. All I can see is an evil looking entity with red slits for eyes and no emotion.
I lean back. "Choose your death." I say, my voice laced with a dark accent, one that is not my own. "Know this, by my hands you will suffer greatly."
The man quickly falls to the ground and grabs the photographs and thrusts them at me. "I quit okay!" Hopefulness in his eyes he slowly backs away from me. The man does not pay attention as he backs up too far into traffic and is hit by a yellow cab, his legs shatter under the weight of the car and blood spills out looking almost like the red tinges of my armor against the dark black road.