Nora x oc

Ch.4

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16 years old
       I jump down from the rooftop and into the alleyway quietly. The pitch night hides my body from my target. The dusty ground muffles my steps, caking the bottom of them. I walk quickly up to my target.
     "Help!!", the woman screamed as her attacker ripped at her clothes.
     "Shut it bitch. Don't you know a hero when you see one?" Her attacker growls smacking her across the face. He gropes at her breasts, now only covered by her bra. I unsheathe my machetes and transform one of them into a pistol.
    I put the gun barrel against the back of his head,"There's no heroes here you rapist, only people." He tenses at the cold contact and raises his hands. "Back up and turn around slowly or else I'll cut your dick off and shove it up your horny ass."
    He gulps and does as I instruct. Once he sees my mask and weapons he sweats and falls to his knees.
    "T-t-the dust d-devil is r-real! P-please s-spar me. I have a wife a-and k-kids." That bastard tried to cheat on his wife AND rape an innocent defenseless woman. He should go to hell.
  "About time someone doesn't try to use the 'i am soldier they'll look for me shit'," I tell the atlas soldier," too bad you're a cheater and a rapist." I grab his hand and twist it until he's on the ground and put the blade on the back of his leg. I kneel down." Now I know you're thinking 'why did he put his blade on my leg?' Well the answer is if you don't listen you need to suffer and I'd hate for you to run away. I don't give a damn about who you are or who cares about you if you destroy these lives that are already going through hell, after all you're the one who sinned. Now you're gonna do as I say or else, got it?"
    "I-I'll do anything." His voice, dripping in fear. Good, I smile.
    "I have recorded this encounter on my body cam. I'm giving you the chance to continue to serve in honor, and I'll let your commended know. You'll go to jail and your family with think you died being a hero. If you don't, I'll make it public and the only way they will know what to arrest is the miraculously still alive body by a DNA test. Now you two fabulous choices because I'm getting pretty fucking good at hunting down Altas trained scumbags that believe title makes them above everyone else who run away considering I've done it about five times already, 1 of them being a medaled sniper. So, have you made your choice?"
     "Serve! I choose to serve." He shouts out not missing a beat.
     "Now remember, if I catch you trying this shit again, I'm going to do the fun option," I stand up and move the blade from him," Now get up."
    He stands, shaking in his military issue as boots. "Now apologize to the lady and run before I give you a reason to run." I say sheathing my machetes.
    "S-sorry!" He bolted out the ally and into the cold dark desert night. I pull out a spare shirt and toss it to the shivering woman in her bra and pants who stood to watch what I would do to her attacker. She puts it on and steps to me.
   "Thank you dust devil. Not a lot of people stand for what's right." I laugh and she looks confused at me.
    "A lot of people fight for what's right. Not a lot of people fight for what's right and keep their humanity, their morals. We all sin and do good, it's impossible not to do both, but some do one more than others. Now then, I think you need to be walked home. If I don't then I won't be doing my duty after all." I walk the woman home. She seemed to be on edge the entire time, then again, considering my reputation I don't blame her.
       Vulcan was killed by mercenaries who tried to muscle him out of guns 3 years ago. I've had to fight tooth and claw to survive since I can't make weapons very well and was only 13 at the time. To survive I fought. My semblance sheer will made it easier on the food department, being able to survive longer without anything to eat. In the underground fight clubs I became known as the dust devil and worked up the ranks thanks to my training. The free time I had I continued teaching myself from books, and went on my own little missions. I hunted down criminals and mercenaries and robbed them. Afterwards I gave them to the authorities. One time when I was going a big job and ended up tracking a ring of drug smugglers, I ended up going a month and 1 week without eating anything. Now thats what I call shit broke. For about 3 years I've been tracking down criminals, robbing them, and making a name for me. They call me the dust devil because they think I hunt down monsters and drag them to what hell they deserve. Suiting for me I guess considering I have eaten dust before to give me a bit of extra energy. That and I've left someone with 2 broken legs, a broken hand, a broken jaw, 3 broken ribs at least, and a concussion but in my defense, he wanted to kill me. It's one of my things about me, I don't like to kill, after all they deserve to rot in jail and struggle with life first and get all they deserve.
      Still, I'm not the worst guy out here. I try to help the innocent and give criminals what they deserve. But most of all, I don't try to act like a hero.