THUD
THUD
THUD
Heavy boots slammed onto the pavement. Heavy breaths making both noise and steam in the storming night. The once feared man who used to make others run from his name alone, runs terrified from an unknown force.
SHINK
Out of nowhere, a projectile sinks into his leg but the man continues to run with the aid of adrenaline ignoring the pain. He turns left into a secluded alley, several blocks away from the main street. His head down and eyes blinded by the rain stops him from realizing that is was a dead end.
BAM
His head slams into the wall. He realizes that he's nearing his end.
CRASH
Thunder sounds but not before lightning illuminates the dark alley. His eyes widen as a dark silhouette is shown on the wall in front of him. He turns around and sees a dark specter wearing a dark long over coat standing...
In the middle of the air.
"Frank Stickler, the mafia leader of the underground group known as the Savage Rats." The mysterious specter said somehow heard over the loud rain. His voice gentle yet firm bringing more fear crawling into Frank's chest. "You have been targeting political leaders using both blackmail and threats to improve your own wealth."
"Because of this you have been judged as a waste to society." The floating man declared. A gun appear out of nowhere in his hand. "Only one final thing to tell you."
"Here's your disappearing act."
Before Frank can say a single word or thought his world goes dark in a single shot to the neck...
And glowing red eyes looking into his soul.
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Vigilantes
AdventureA lone teen named Jaime sick of the corruption rises against it with his friends and a costume.
