Dark Angel vs Mystery Man

He surveyed the city from his perch high above it, the lights and people darting around like ants. His coat flaping in the wind, as he kept watch over the city below. He didn’t know how or why, but he had once again been transported to this place where he wanted to be but couldn’t be at the present time. He somehow ended there almost every night, mysteriously transported.

He wondered if she would be here tonight. The Dark Angel. A true superhero or heroine if you like, while he was just an amateur, a wanderer of the night, a lost soul, looking for destiny in all the wrong places.

He hadn’t seen her for a while; she had slipped into the shadows and disappeared from him, his life and this place, but not from his thoughts or his heart.

He heard some cries from below and looked in their direction to see an old lady being attacked by a gang of young hoodlums. He casually leapt the two stories down into the back streets below. He pulled his coat up and hunched over, taking on the persona of a decrepit old man, slowly making his way down the alley with the help of his trusty old cane.

“Hey you scalawags”

The gang of street punks looked up, and almost fell over laughing at the site of this old man inching his way towards them, swaying from side to side and looking like he could drop dead at anytime soon.
The three closest crims made they’re way towards him. “What is up old man, one of them said as they circled round pushing him”.

“I’ll give you old man,” he said driving his cane through the attacker on his left.
“Whoops, that’s got to hurt doesn’t it sonny”

Not wasting the moment he struck the other two while they were caught off guard, stunned by what should have been an easy target, he disposed of the kid in front of him with an uppercut and a short right that dropped him to the ground with a broken jaw, nose and a few fractures to remember him by. He didn’t leave the remaining thug out either, turning his lights out and adding a bit of brightness to the alley with the spray of blood released when he unleashed a spinning back fist.

He headed towards where the lady and her other attackers were to save the day, but saw that he was yet again to late. One of the thugs was just disappearing round the corner, while the other was still kicking the now lifeless old lady in the head. He moved closer but the boy didn’t stop, he kept kicking and kicking, the sound of mashing bones echoing off the brick walls. The boy was looking at him but not seeing, he was in another place now but his body kept going, kicking and kicking.

He drew a glowing sword from the air and released the boy’s head from his body with one stroke, the head landing on the old woman’s stomach, the alleyway a blaze with blood.

“F#@K !!!” he roared clutching his head as looked down, at the twisted and dented body lying on the ground coins scattered around it. The look of terror still painted upon her face. Why? Why do I do this, is this what I’m meant to do?

His thoughts were broken by the sounds of footsteps, the footsteps of someone running, running away from fate. Hehehe, they should know that it couldn’t be done. His eyes glowed red and he dropped to all fours, letting out a blood-curdling howl as he transformed from man into beast.

The huge silver wolf pounded off down the alleyway.

The boy was gasping, struggling to get oxygen into his body, his lungs, chest, throat, and legs on fire and hardly able to lift them to keep going but he had a smile on his face. The smile of someone who was going to get away, an arrogant smile that said fuck you all what are you going to do about it. His pace was slowing as he thought how good he was, until he heard that howl. It wasn’t just the howl of your average dog at night, but the snarling, blood-curdling cry of a hunter. His body had suddenly found more energy and he picked up speed, passing through the barrier of pain, he was no running for his life. The lights of a main street grew closer as he bolted through the darkness of the alleyway, the sound of panting creeping up behind him. Rays of light, teased him as the darkness was driven from the alleyway by the nearing streetlights. He could now feel the rancid, hot breath of the beast that pursued him on the back of his legs, if only he could make it to the safety of the busy streets, away from the hunting grounds of the dark and desolate alleyways were he preyed on the defenseless, citizens that happened to stray from their world into his. It was ironic that he hoped to seek sanctuary in their world now.

He did it, he burst into the light, a triumphant expression on his face as he spun around, almost dancing, capturing some of the people walking the streets attention, but only for a second. Yes. I’ve made it he thought as he walked away. He was quite happy with him self as he waited amongst the group of people waiting for the little green man to flash. He was safe and ten dollars richer thanks to that crazy old lady.
The little man started flashing, the lights made there beeping noises and everyone rushed across the road. The young crim staring everyone down that dared to look at him, was half way across the street, when a wolf burst from the pack of people flowing form the other side of the street.

He laughed to himself at the look of surprise and utter terror on the boys face as he leapt up and grabbed him by the throat, landed and threw him round like a rag doll or a puppy destroying his masters favourite shoes. He soon got sick of this and released the boy from his vice like jaws, he hit the pavement, his head bouncing around like a yo-yo on its broken neck. He then gutted him, ripping him from the pelvis to the throat and showing his insides to the world, spreading them around his body before disappearing into the night.