Through the Flames

The End of the Beginning

God, why did I choose leather again?
You think, as you squat down on the ledge of a building. Its nearly 2am and here you are, waiting for the robbers to exit the convenient store.
You watch as they shove their bags full of cigarettes and lottery tickets.
Ugh, I could be curled up in bed right now watching the new season of Attack on Titan... BUT HERE I AM, PATIENTLY WAITING TO SMEAR THIS MANS MUSTACHE INTO THE PARKING LOT. 🙄

The worst thing about this is they aren't even "villains". Just some dumb, normal, humans. You haven't seen either of the 2 use a quirk yet.
The tall muscular one seems particularly clumsy. You've seen him trip atleast 4 times in the past 3 minutes. This is too easy.

The wind is chilly tonight. It blows your long hair off of your bare back, the cold sending shivers down your spine. The moon is bright, nearly full. Illuminating the parking lot almost as if it were day time.
You get somewhat distracted by the beauty of it. Staring at the moon like a lone wolf, wishing for a pack.

The jingle of the bell above the convenient store door snaps you back to reality.  It's time.
You jump from the ledge of the building, landing on the back of the short and fat burglar.

Yes! Super hero landing! 

"Ooohhhh, what the hell!?" He groans, as you pull the bag from his hand that you have trapped between the pointy heel and the 2 inch platform base of your boot.
"You've been naughty" you say, pressing your knee between his shoulder blades while turning his face to meet the pavement and pressing down. You lift his face and lean down, whispering into his ear "I'm not sorry about this" 
*smack*
You slam his head down, effectively knocking him out.

"Now big man... Ready to play?"  You say to the clumsy, muscular burglar while standing up and stepping forward.

You're surprised when he drops the 2 bags he was holding and bends his head to the right. His neck cracking like a sheet of bubble wrap being stomped on. He starts glowing a pale gold color, his eyes rolling back in his head and turning all white. A smile spreads across his face as he looks right into your eyes.

Uh oh, looks like this might be fun after all! You think as you slowly start activating your quirk. You'll never get used to the feeling you get when you feel your eyes switch from a normal green to all black. No white to be seen, no hiding that you're different. You feel the power surging through your veins. Your cold skin becoming even colder, even whiter, even more porcelain than before.
Your quirk is "odd" to say the least. You've heard murmers of citizens calling you "The Demon Hero". Even though your official hero name is The Night Angel. How ironic, right?
Your nails grow, your teeth sharpen, small black veins surround your solid black eyes, and you become exponentially stronger. Faster. More cunning. Your skin is difficult to pierce. You're not immortal, but it sure seems that way to your enemies.

The muscular burglar charges toward you, every ounce of clumsiness you were seeing before seems to be gone now. "YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT YOUR NOSE OUT OF MY BUSINESS"

You saw everything in almost slow motion due to the increased speed. The moonlight was quickly being replaced with darkness as storm clouds rolled in. Lightning flashing all around, and thunder rumbling so loud the ground vibrated. The man was about 5 feet away at this point. He stretches his massive hand towards your face. Its glowing more than the rest of his body now.  Sparks start forming at his finger tips. The next thing you know there are 5 bolts of lightning shooting from his hand directly at you.
You drop down onto your knees, laying your back flat on the ground to dodge it. You roll away and are quickly back on your feet. He's charging again. You hit the ground full speed and slide between his legs. Grabbing his left ankle that he currently had his weight on, you yanked with all your might.
The man's large body hit the ground, his face smacking the pavement. He growled loudly while swinging his leg into the air, taking you, still attached, with it. You let go at the height of the swing using it as a sling shot to give yourself some distance. As you're flying through the air you look down and he's already standing again. This time he's laughing. He brings his hands up, "WRONG MOVE LITTLE HERO"