he smiles at her. "you know" he remarks, smirking past the knife pointed at his face "that's not a very polite way to greet a new friend." (in a world of killers. he's the best of the worst. side note, a paranormal is just any supernatural being, li...
It had been two days since judge Angels broke into my house. ever since I've been keeping an eye out, knowing somehow that she would be back. I was right, I thought to myself as I opened the front door for her. It was the middle of the night but that wasn't much of a bother for me. she seemed surprised that I was there.
Angels:why are you up so late? never mind it doesn't matter. I came here to ask you something.
A grin crosses her face
Angels:do you want to go hunting?
Hunting? hunting wha... oh. on one hand, I would be a murderer and might even be hunted down, I would lose my chance at a normal life. On the other Hand she only hunts the guilty and even more than that... a grin matching hers appears on my face
Y/N:sounds great! anyone in particular we going after?
Angel:That fast? I would have expected you to take at least longer than a few seconds to decide, that or say no immediately.
You shrug
Y/N: well I know that you only hunt the ones who deserve it, I've kind of had a guilty pleasure in hunting those I deem unworthy of life, and the obvious reason that this might even lead me to the Black needle gang, they do have a lot of connections underground after all.
Angel:what would you do if you found them?
Y/N:Whatever the fuck I want, they'd deserve anything I could throw at them.
She grins and nods
Y/N:when do we leave?
Angel:well you'd need some supplies first, so in a couple of days You should have the stuff you need for us to raid a group I've had my eye on.
Y/N:wait here one second.
You rush upstairs and grab your weapons and put on some new clothes before heading down again
Angel: whoa, why did you have all that stuff. You been hunting without me?
Y/N *gasp* never! no I thought about hunting before but I always second guessed myself.
Angel: *nods* you'll need to cover your face though
You grin and don the mask you were holding under your arm (top pic) it's pure black and the top right (if your looking from the front) appears shattered. you then pull up your hood to complete the look (cover art, minus giant claws and add the mask). You then draw your sword and rest it against your shoulder
Angel:well mine has been passed down through my family and I've used it quite a bit
Y/N: well you could say something similar about mine. It has been passed down to me, and I've used it a lot.
She seems confused by this so you pass it to her. It's a bastard sword with a black handle with a demonic looking face. it has a couple scratches but seems well taken care of.
Y/N: the Watchers; the ones who organized and cheered for the matches, called this blade Sin. It was called so because it seemed to invoke all of the sins in everyone around it. It wasn't supernatural, but it was seen as a symbol of power and success. The people who got a hold of it didn't last long, so it was passed down from one to another for who knows how long. When I got a hold of it, I changed it's name...Sin eater.
Angel: Well even if you have experience with it your not going to be as good as me, or any other Paranormal for that matter.
Y/N:do you think they only had normal humans in the pits Angel? They grabbed anyone or anything they thought would be entertaining. Whether it was human or not. Paranormal or not. *chuckle* hell I fought a teleporting Lion once.
She sees through your attempt at lightening the mood and just stares at you for a few seconds. somehow she's looking at you with both awe...and pity, at the same time.
Angel:...Fine. keep the sword.
Y/N:so...*stretches* who we going after?
Angel:a gang of thugs that go around mugging,killing,raping,torture. Their list of crimes goes on and on but those one's are the most common, they call themselves the Crimson Dragons.
Angel is taken aback as you erupt into violent laughter. you laugh uproariously for nearly five minutes before finally slowing down
Y/N:god damn...think a lot of themselves don't they *chuckle*.
Angel:I guess? what's so funny about that?
Y/N:another story from back in the pits. The Crimson Dragon was a title given to someone from there. He actually had black scales, but when he came out of the arena they were painted red, enough said. That was one of toughest fights I've ever been in. He gave me something to remember him by too, here look.
he pulls his jacket off then pulls his shirt above his shoulder. It reveals a body packed with muscle...and scars. the're all over him, big ones, small ones, and in multiple shapes too. some scars seem to be bullet wounds, others marks from knives or other blades, one is completely black and seems to just be a patch of rotted skin. The scar he's pointing at however is what looks like a large claw mark on his shoulder.
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(by the way you're way more muscled than that. like not body builder, more Bruce Wayne.)
You look at her face and see embarrassment for a split second before she sees the scars. as she sees more and more of them the look returns. That look of awe and pity combined that you hate so much. you pull the shirt back down and put your jacket on again.
Y/N:anyway, let's go show them that they aren't nearly as powerful as their namesake.
Time-skip brought to you by Angel thinking about Y/N's scars again,and then his muscles then blushing furiously and shaking her head.
You and Angel arrive in front of the large warehouse the dragons are using as their hideout. You hear laughter from inside. Angel is about to kick down the door but you stop her, you gesture over to the side of the building and she follows you over. You scamper up the side of the building and lower a ladder for her. You peer through the window and see a group of about a dozen thugs clustered around a fire laughing, near the edge of the light from the fire you see a young girl tied to a metal chair. The girls clothes are ripped and she's covered in wounds...she's dead.
You tap Angel's shoulder and point at both of you then making a jumping motion, pointing at the window then raising three fingers.
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I hear the the shatter of broken glass and get up immediately. I pull my knife and walk over under the shattered window along with a couple of my bros with different weaponry. One of my friends goes over to check the crates nearby. you look around the other side. I hear a grunt and turn around. To see a head on the ground next to my feet. I hear something behind me and turn around. And see a sword...a Freaking sword pointed at my head.
