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The White Knight; One Shot
Topic Started: Feb 26 2010, 09:58 PM (181 Views)
Warren Worthington III
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Feb. 1st 2010
Around Three in the Morning

Like a knife, the footsteps cut through the still air, echoing hollowly against the concrete structure.

The figure staggered slowly, painfully across the expanse, one hand clutching his stomach, the other the wall. His shirt was torn, his jacket and customary helmet both missing, and blood trickled between his fingers, oozing down from the ragged wound in his stomach. Heavily, he leaned against the concrete, his breathing shallow and irregular, both from the shock of his injury and the all-too-familiar scene currently playing out behind his eyes.

It flashes through the air, crimson and silver.

He didn't even notice as his knees gave out under him, his body collapsing against the wall with a dull thud. He shook, muscles quivering as he clutched his knees to his chest, trying feebly to push away the man who had descended on him from the sky.

Back, down. Back, down. Again and again and again and again.
The concrete was cold through the remnants of his body armor, the wall rough against the side of his face. The robber barely noticed though he just knew the Angel was onto him.

Weakly, he raises his arm, trying desperately to block the blow.

Angel had his own in head commentery going. He was the hero of these streets and he was not going to let any crook get away with ruining them. He was the protector of them. The world had hurt and destroyed so many but the city that was home to him and his wife he would clean it up. His fists rained down on the man who tried to escape.

Like glass, it shatters, exploding with pain.

“Stop…please.”

The man sputtered. The Angel glared down on him, he had judged this man already and he was found unfitting to live in this city. Unfitting to be simply handed over, he had robbed a store and shot a mother and child. There was no mercy to be found only vengeance.

His skull is next. Fireworks burst behind his eyes as the fist smashes into his face, snapping his nose and splintering the bone. The noise is distorted as it echoes through his head, seeming almost to come from a distance. He can hardly hear it over the agony.

“I’m Sorry!”

The man screams but the Angel seems not to hear. Some crimes are to vial to go to court. And why prolong this man’s life? It could have been Candy in that store. It could have been the women he loved gunned down because this bastered was to lazy to get a job. He would not let them hurt innocents. Not in his city.

He can't think. He can't move. He just lies there, no longer trying to hold back the tears as he breaks, the alley echoing with the crack of his bones and screams of pain. This is pure justice.

Footsteps- someone else's. Briefly, The Avenging Angel looked up as the police officer shown a light on him. The villain was lucky, the slow law showed up just fast enough this time to save him. The Angel released the mans head and watched as his head fell against the concrete as he at last succumbed completely and the world slipped from his grasp, fading to a dull haze.

Pain.

The Angel spread his wings and took to the sky soaring above them and out of sight landing on a roof top a few feet away as he looked back down at the officer the vial man. The man didn't notice as the arrival knelt by him, didn't feel it as the man shook him, oblivious to the hands pulling him upright, taking his pulse, turning his head.

"Sir!"

The voice was faint, echoed through his head from far away, barely brushing his consciousness, hardly distracting him from the pain playing through his mind.

He can't move; he can barely breathe. His whole body is on fire with pain. Dimly, he realizes that the blows have stopped, and for a moment, he's thinks it's over.

"Sir, can you hear me?"

The voice was even fainter now to the man and the Angel just smirked as he took to the sky. It was time for him to return home and see Candy and enjoy a night with the women he loved more then anything else. She was his hero just as he was the hero who watched over this city. As crime rose he vowed to strike harder and he was sure tonight would send a few small echoes through the underground that if you enter the city of the angel he will hunt you down and make sure you pay for the crime.
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