I'd call a cab. {a vigilante tommyinnit story}

Chapter 6 - illuminate

TW's: cursing, violence and yelling
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Tommy POV:
After we watch the police arrive and arrest some robbers from off to the side, me and bombshell agree to call it a night and make our ways home.

I jump from roof to roof and begin to see the house come into sight so I jump down to the ground and begin walking. After a few minutes I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Street lights struggled to illuminate the area and darkness swarmed everywhere its light couldn't reach.

I looked around, examining dark corners from where I stand. I felt eyes burning into me and I couldn't tell where they were. (If they were real to begin with.)

I keep walking, checking behind me every once in a while, when I'm suddenly tackled into the street.

I quickly get up and look to the side walk to see my attacker. It was a man, seemingly in his mid 20s. He was pale and was wearing a blue knock off supreme T-shirt, white goggles and a simple pair of jeans.

Looking closer, I saw a dim green light emitting from underneath the goggles.

"Sir.. are you alright?" I ask, trying to remain polite as I was still wearing my vigilante costume.

I got nothing in response aside from the man running back into alleyway. I run after him, yelling a mixture of "SIR?!" And "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"

I reach the end alleyway and notice it's a dead end. The man is nowhere to be seen.

As weird as it is, I decide to just leave and walk home rather then sticking around here any longer.

Turning around I see that my plan has been instantly fucked over. Four figures- 0ne being held in front of the person of to the left -stand blocking the path. I notice immediately the man who pushed me, the aforementioned green glow lighting his goggles as he stood to the right of the center figure.

The figure to the left had his eyes covered with a thin bandana, which was too illuminated with two green, roughly circle shapes, where his eyes were.

The middle person seemed to have their entire face covered and aside from that there was nothing exceptional about them.

Finally, the fourth person was now thrashing against the man with the bandana until he was eventually pushed forward and landed on the ground in front of me.

"BOMBSHELL?!" I yelled when I saw him come into the light. Looking up towards the now three shadows. "Show yourselves, or at least speak you goddamn cowards."

The middle figure laughed and stepped forwards. "Theseus I promise you that I am no coward."

The man's voice sent a shiver down my spine. Fear creeped up on me, and I had no idea why.

"Who are you?" I asked, attempting to stabilize my shaking voice. Bombshell was now standing next to me, starring daggers at the man who was holding him.

"I am the change, Theseus. A figure of the night per say. And I'm here to clean the world of filth!" The man said proudly.

"Okay edgelord. I don't need your goddamn campaign speech. We want a name." Bombshell said, which had me let out a chuckle.

"Dream." The man said, barley audible. I immediately froze and focused my gaze on the man.

"Come into the light." I said, now trying even more desperately then before to hide my fear.

The men surprisingly complied, and under the porch light of a random back door I notice tree key details; a porcelain mask with a wide, sickening smile, a green and bloodstained hoodie and finally; ten strings, each coming from one of his fingers.