The year is 2100, and technology is evolving faster than ever and with that comes more disasters.
However, services such as International Rescue, Spectrum, WASP, and any other defence agency have been scrapped due to costs going in and lack of prof...
"Right I gotta go home or my aunt will kill me, again" Emmi laughed getting up & walking to the door of the restaurant she and some friends had been to that night.
Emmi, short for Emily, stood at 5ft 5inch tall with coily bright purple, pink and blue hair. Her skin was a milk chocolate colour which matched her dark purple & grey prosthetic leg incredibly well. Her skin also made her bright green eyes stand out. She was wearing a black crop top, black leggings, a shortish bright purple skirt with a purple jacket, a black choker necklace, her mum's old Tanzanite necklace and her Converse boot, she never really had a shoe on her prosthetic leg, somewhat pointless to her.
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She pulled out her phone from the pocket in her leggings to order a taxi home when some random drunk stumbled into her.
"Sorry" Emmi apologised politely to the man and stepped out of his way.
"Gimme that necklace" he slurred, pointing to her necklace.
"I can't" she responded "It was my mum's, and this is the only part of her I have left" she replied taking another step away from him.
"Gimme" he slurred again, stumbling towards her.
"Leave me alone" she warned, pushing him away gently.
Then out of nowhere, as if a shadow, a stranger appeared.
The stranger picked up the drunk and carried him to a nearby industrial bin/trash can, before dropping him in, closing the lid, putting several bricks on top and walking away.
When he came into view he was wearing dark faded black jeans with old motorbike boots, a tattered leather jacket and a black hoodie with the hood up to cover most of his face.
He stood 6ft 4 inches tall with a muscular build and broad shoulders.
"Stay safe Miss" the stranger smiled from under his hood before starting to walk away.
"Wait" Emmi called out and grabbed his wrist. "Will you wait with me?" she asked, he looked at her confused "please? Just until my Taxi gets here"
"Ok," he responded with a small smile.
"So, what do you do? For a living?" Emmi asked.
"Currently unemployed" the stranger responded completely monotone.
"Oh, well what was your last job?" She asked in an attempt to be polite.
"I was a professional kickboxer," he responded.
"That's awesome, why did you stop?" She questioned enthusiastically.
"I killed someone, it was an accident, and thankfully it was all on camera, but there were still a lot of questions asked." He responded.
"Oh" she backed down a bit, this guy might not like to talk about it.
"You're curious aren't you?" He asked with a small smirk.
