False Nirvana

CHAPTER 1: ORIGINS

                                                                                   TAEHYUNG : A 16 year old Korean from a rough background. Constantly gets in trouble with the law for graffiti  and vandalism.  A rebellious figure with brown hair cut in a bull cut and likes to wear red plaid. Is rough but loyal towards his friends, if he had any.

 He looked around. The coast was clear. He unzipped the black duffel bag. "Time to get to work" he said, shaking the spray paint can. He started spraying, an red line appearing on the concrete wall. More art underneath the bridge. A train rumbled by above. A sharp smell filled the air, burning his nostrils. He pulled up his black bandanna to shield his mouth and nose from the harsh smell. He was almost done, when he heard behind him running footsteps and a loud bark."HEY, FREEZE!". Two cops were running towards him, about 30 feet away.Crap. The cops were here. Again. They always ruined his fun. He stuffed the can in the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and ran. He was heading towards his hideout, where he always went when the cops chased him. They never caught him. Well, except for a few times. He had been arrested a few times and thrown in the old prison block. He always got out though. One way or another. He was almost at his hideout when from around a shop corner appeared two cops, armed with tasers. "Not this time" one said, grinning. This wasn't looking good. They usually just chased him for a block, then gave up. Why did they have tasers, and why were there four of them? "Ask questions later, find a way out of this." He thought, trying to focus. He observed the terrain, hoping for a escape route. Nothing. " Aw, come on, what's with the tasers? Let's put the tasers down and  handle this like gentlemen.". One of the cop's tasers buzzed with electricity. Panic started creeping in. "Or not he said", not sure if he was stalling; trying to wait for a way out , or if he was just panic talking. "OK, take out the guys with the tasers first", he thought eyeing the tasers. " GET DOWN ON THE GROUND OR I WILL SHOOT" one of the cops shouted, their tasers' red laser aimed at his chest. This wasn't going to end well. OK. ONE. TWO. THREE! He bolted at the cop in the front right of him. He punched him in the abdominal region , then grabbed at the taser. Apparently this guy wasn't going down so easily. The cop swung at him, pulling away the taser. He ducked just in time. He stood back up, ready to punch the guy in the stomach. His fist was an inch away from the cops' stomach when he felt a sharp, jerking pain in his left thigh. It felt like he had been hit with a bat. He had been tased. He fell to the ground,unable to move. It felt like he was having the worst cramp ever. He saw the cops moving in on him, their handcuffs shining. "Well, I'm going back to jail" he thought. One of the cops had handcuffed his right hand and was about to cuff the left when out of nowhere a figure dressed in all black appeared. They punched one cop so hard in the face, the cops jaw cracked. He crumpled to the ground. Another cop swung at them, but they were too fast. They dodged the punch, grabbed the outstretched arm, and flipped the guy on his back, landing with a THUD. One of the cops aimed his taser at the figure and fired. The figure simply ducked. The cop tried to reload the taser. Too slow. The figure grabbed the taser and pistol-whipped the cop in the nose. The cops nose broke with a load CRACK. The last cop pulled out  a baton and swung at the figure, but was too slow. The figure grabbed the baton and hit the cop across the right check, in the left side of his chest, then the hit the cop on top of the head with the butt of the baton so fast it took him a second to realize what had happened. The cop crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The figure paused and looked  at him. The figure was  an Asian male and was wearing a black long sleeved shirt and ripped black jeans. He had on worn down Chuck Taylor Converse and wore a black bandanna that was bejeweled with shining pikes that covered the lower half of his face. He had a bull cut that was dyed orange. He also had on black gloves meant for fighting and parkour that had been worn down from what appeared to be years of use. "Who is this, and what's gonna happen next?" he thought, only a bit nervous after seeing what the stranger could do. The stranger broke the silence. " You OK? Being tased can be pretty rough. Glad I got to you when I did.". Wait what? Had this guy been watching him?  Before he could say anything , a siren broke the silence. The stranger looked around the went and helped him up. " Come on, let's get out of here before more show up and things get worse. He still couldn't move all that well. The stranger put his arm on their shoulder and put their arm on his shoulder to support him. "Where are we going?" he thought groggily, his thigh stinging. Not like he could do much to retaliate. and trying to fight back didn't seem that ideal, even if he was fine. "Well, I guess we'll see when we get there. Once I'm back to normal, then I'll ask questions." So, helping him  walk, the stranger half helped him walk half carried him off to wherever they were going, wherever it was.