Enhanced

A new day

I hopped out of my bed; landing softly on my feet, I'm careful to not wake anyone up. I sneak to the window at the far end of the dark room. I hop out the always open window. I'm jumping from the second story so I just slightly bend my knees as I land. Easy as cake, well I guess cake is pretty hard to make. Now that I think of it, that analogy makes no sense. I mean, eggs are easier to cook than a cake. So, I landed easy as eggs.

During my inner monolouge, I made my way to a little hole in the wall that I keep my supplies in. I move the dumpster blocking my way to my little hole. I pull out the full duffel bag and begin to get dressed in my gear.

One quick costume change later and I'm ready. I'm dressed in a black hoodie, fingerless leather gloves, dark jeans, and black boots. This is my official vigilante outfit. Time for work.

I walk the streets, sticking to the shadows. It's been about an hour and I'm beginning to think that there's no work to be done tonight. Not like that's a bad thing, but I always clear my head by working.

Just as I am about to call it a night I hear a light scuffling behind me. I quickly turn to see a group of three guys behind me. How did they sneak up on me? I must really be out of it tonight-err, more like today since it's like four am.

"Hey guys," I say calmly while silently thanking my lucky star that my hood is up. I recognize two of the guys. They stay in the home with me. "What's up," once again, as calm as possible.

"We just want your wallet," says the biggest guy. He's also the only one I don't recognize.

"Firstly, do I look like I have a wallet, much less money. And aren't you guys out past cerfew," I say spreading my legs more to keep a myself sturdy. I do want to fight, like I really do, but if it can be avoided so be it.

The guys just look at each other then the biggest one pulls out a knife. I smirk, this is exactly what I need.

I feel a pressure behind my eyes, I know they're changing color, my mouth also feels uncomfortable, my fangs are growing. And finally my claws pop out from my finger tips. They aren't long but there are most definitely sharp.

By the end of it, my eyes are a glowing gold- the calling card of the company that experimented on me- my fangs are bared due to my smirk, and I curl my fingertips to accentuate my claws. I am so ready for this fight.

[AN]
And thus we end chapter two. Sorry for the wait. I was working on a different project. I'll say more about it after it gets out of idea stage. Hopefully the next update won't be so far away.
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