MISFIT

Chapter 11: Playing Hero...Again

"I need more!" It yelled with its signature creepy voice making his ears ring. "You cannot deny me, your will isn't strong enough for that!"

The man in white stood there in silence pondering how this thing wanted more despite the onslaught of victims he's racked up in a matter of weeks. "We've had enough as it is, this is getting too risky."

The thing living inside him called out demanding it's owner to listen to its beckoning call. "We're not done yet!" He doubled over in pain clutching his stomach with blood soaked hands. The man in white couldn't fight it any longer; washing his hands he got into a new outfit and began the hunt for his latest victim.

Night had fallen plunging the city into a deeper darkness then normal, or maybe it was the psychotic maniac with black mist that seeped from his fingertips. The man in white ventured towards downtown looking for something new. He prowled through the streets blending into the crowd so easily as he waited patiently for the right target to cross his path.

Then out of sheer luck or coincidence he found the perfect match. Outside a pub a thin haired man wearing a knock off Gucci leather jacket caught his eye, with his scruffy beard and a can of beer is his hand. The man in white smirked loving how easy it was to find what he wanted.

He pressed through the never-ending throng of people and sat next to the thin haired man. "So do you come here often?" The man in white asked putting on a friendly smile.

"Look bro I'm not into what you're selling," Scruffy replied taking a sip of his beer.

"What can't two guys talk to each other anymore or is that somehow gay?"

"No, but I don't like talking to people I don't know. So fuck off and find some other guy to suck your dick."

The man in white causally got up making sure Scruffy watched him leave. He went down an alleyway once he was out of view and rounded back towards the main street. Scruffy now stood with a few of his friends laughing at some lame story one of them told. As they chugged down the last of their beers and threw them carelessly on the ground, he watched them carry on laughing at nothing as they proceeded down to where the stores were.

Keeping a close tail behind them the man in white eagerly waited for the right moment to strike. Drunk off his ass, Scruffy stumbled over his own two feet every couple of minutes barely keeping up with his pals. He slowly fell behind trying to steady himself against a well when he got distracted by a pair of promiscuous girls passing by him.

He knew they wouldn't give him the time of day, but Scruffy was a desperate man looking for some action. He turned around and did his best to catch up to them, only to get pulled into an alleyway and thrown against a brick wall.

"You don't know who you're messing with man," Scruffy slurred not even realizing how drunk he was.

"Oh I think I can handle your drunk ass," the man in white boasted.

He smashed his fist against Scruffy's face crushing his jaw and cheek bones in a single blow. What was left protruded from the side of his face as blood rapidly gushed out of the wounds creating an immeasurable amount of pain.

Scruffy tried to call out for help but nothing came out of his broken, disfigured face. The man in white ignited his glow and put on his sinister smile before tearing Scruffy open like he was made of paper.

He got what he sought after and devoured his prize with gusto. A shrilling scream caught the man in white off guard not noticing someone had saw what happened, making others near by gaze in his direction.

The man in white was always calculated in his approaches, but lately he'd been slipping and now it had cost him. Or maybe this could be exactly what he needed?