Hunter

[Angelus]

I stood on the roof of the building and looked out at the city, my city, the city that seemed to be on the brink of falling in on itself and becoming a cesspit. I knew that the cops were doing all that they could to stop this from happening but they were using the wrong methods, they were too afraid to use the methods that I did, the methods that had branded me to be as bad if not worse than the scum that infested the streets, the scum that I was handing to the cops. I sometimes wondered why I had done this, why I had become a hero to try and help this city when the stupid people of this city seemed to not want my help.

I shook my head and knew that I was being stupid and that I had chosen my path which made me turn away from the edge of the building and pull the grappling gun out of the pouch on my pants leg. I fired it at a building on the other side of the building and ran then swung through the air with a sigh. This patrol seemed to be one of the most quiestest as nothing seemed to be happening which scared me. It was then that an explosion ripped through the air which made me run to the edge of the building that I had just landed on and look down.

I saw the man standing on the footpath directly below me and smiled beneath my mask, Now this is more like it I thought as I rewound the grappling gun then pointed it down at the man beneath me. I fired it at the man and when I felt it catch onto him I smiled again then started the rewind the cord and heard the shouting as the man was pulled up towards me. When he was at my level I turned him around to face me.

"How many are in there?"

"You are him, that damn Hunter dude."

I sent my fist flying into the side of his head and smiled when he swung on the cord. I pulled him back towards me, "That is not the answer that I want. I asked you a question and I want to know if you are going to give me the answer or if I am going to have to beat it out of you or drop you to the pavement just to hear your head crack like an egg."

I saw his eyes go wide and a wet patch appear on the front of his pants, "Okay, I will talk. There are.....ten people in there."

"Thank you," I said as I moved back and pushed him away from me.

"Wait, you cannot leave me hanging here like this!"

As he swung back towards me I swung my right hand and felt it connect with his head to knock him unconscious.

"You are right."

I moved back to the edge of the building and looked down to see another person come out and wondered if I could get down there before they looked up and saw this idiot swinging here. I knew that I had to try and pulled out another grappling gun, fired it and ran then swung through the air in an arc straight at the person on the footpath. The last thing that he saw was my coat as it swung behind me and my boots a second before they connected with his head.

As soon as he hit the ground I rolled into the building just to be met with a hail of bullets which slammed into the wall and floor all around me. These guys are bad, I thought a second before several bullets slammed into my chest, knocking me to the ground.

As soon as I was down I heard the footsteps as they moved towards me but I moved quickly and knocked two of them down before they knew what was happening. When they were down I rolled behind a table just to hear and see the bullets rip through the timber. I knew that I could not stay here long or I would be killed but it was then that I heard them stop and jumped out from behind the table.

My coat flew out behind me as I moved through the men, knocking them down before they knew what was happening. I felt my fists and feet connecting with every body part I could think of and heard them fall to the floor. In barely two minutes the fight was over and I looked at all of them as they lay there.

"This is truly pathetic. You guys call yourself criminals?"

It was then that I heard the sirens and turned quickly to look at the police officers who stood there. Both of them had their guns out and they were pointed straight at me, "Stay there."

"Are you stupid. I am helping you you idiots."

"We did not ask for it. We do not need masked vigilantes like you running through our streets and hurting people."

I shook my head as I knew I was never going to get any sense into these two idiots and pulled out a grappling gun, pointed it up and fired it just to hear it smash through the glass roof. I started to rewind it and rise into the air just to hear the cops fire their guns and feel the bullets slam into my chest.

As soon as I was through the glass of the roof I ran and jumped onto the roof of the nearest building, I was going to be gone before they were even going to have a chance of finding me.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

"Ouch, aw man gotta warn the guys about that bounty hunter guy...think I peed my pants a little..." Bob noticed that he was no longer tied to the cord, but as he was about to stand up a gloved hand went over his mouth.

"Shhh...he already busted all of them, the police are investigating the scene. You can't speak above a whisper and you must not look back, understand?"

"Who are you?" Bob whispered.

"I'm the vigilante's image consultant, I'm trying to mould his reputation and I think brutal murderer is the way to go."

"What?"

Something heavy cracked right into the base of Bob's skull knocking him out instantly. Two more blows, one to the base of his neck and a golf club-like swing to the bottom of his nose killed him.

Alexander stood up, tucked the heavy billyclub sized key to city under his coat and calmly climbed down the ladder behind him. If the cops got up here fast enough they might see the vigilante on a distant rooftop. Alex, however would have already climbed back through the window of a convenience store bathroom, taken off the various articles he used to prevent any revealing forensic evidence behind and walk back through the store where, ostensibly, he had stopped to pick up some condoms and cigarettes before going to a nearby nightclub. He would have liked to continue shadowing the city's strangest crime fighter, but one murder a night was plenty. Any more would be begging for trouble.

His black leather gloves, the latex gloves he wore beneath them, his hairnet, swimming cap, and other bits were now in a briefcase in his car trunk. He would burn them after picking up one of his usual girlfriends at the club.

 

[Private_Label]

Becca Chavez stood up at the Restaurant

"Miss Chavez?" The driver said from the hallway when she opened the door of her apartment, "Mr. Premsyl sends his regrets. His afternoon meeting is running late. I am to drive you to the restaurant, and he will join you there."

Becca nodded, "I'll get my coat."

She reached in and grabbed an old, but well cared for wool coat. But before she could take it out her hand brushed against the fur of the coat next to it. Becca sighed and took the multi-hued rabbit fur coat out and draped it over her shoulders.

She locked the door behind her and followed the driver down the stairs. She wondered what he thought of the neighborhood she lived in. Alexander continued to hound her about the place, he had offered to pay the rent on a nicer apartment up-town. She had refused. At least her mother had taught her that much. Never let a man pay for anything you can't afford to lose, she had always said. If the relationship soured, you needed to be certain you would still have a roof over your head. The clothing, however he had picked out for her. Strappy heels with laces that criss-crossed their way up her calves; a short black suede skirt that rode a bit too high when she was seated; A blouse that was nothing more than a wisp of sheer fabric made decent only because of the black suede corset that doubled as both bra and girdle, and accentuated her cleavage.

Once in the car, she checked her hair and makeup in the mirror on the visor. Her auburn locks were smooth. Good; at least the hair dresser Al had taken her to was able to deal with the Spanish heritage that was most noticeable there. She took out the eye shadow compact and added a few more layers to her eyes. She really didn't like wearing that much, but Al wanted her to make the most of her attributes. She freshened her lipstick as well.

It drizzled the rest of the ride to the Restaurant. The wet pavement sparkled as they reflected the streetlights. As she stepped out of the car, Becca wondered if Alexander would arrive for their date at all, or if he would be sending his assistant Ms. De Chance, to make his appologies.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Delta

From the shadows, Delta saw everything. Mathew, now known better as Hunter, had grown into quite an impressive man. His parents would be proud. His heart was in the right place, even if his methods were a little crude. But then, direct action was often more effective then no action at all.

It seemed Alexander was thinking along the same lines, though his goals were some what more self motivated. He always was a greedy bastard, but to each their own. There had to be darkness for light to exist. Delta’s devotion was to maintain that balance, and maintain it she would, whatever the cost.

Alex stepped into the street not more then a few feet from her, but he would never see her unless she wished him to. He was stuffing condoms into his pants pocket. No doubt he was off to see Miss Chaves, one of his favorites. The girl was virtually bought and paid for, but underneath she had a will of her own. Perhaps she was not as submissive as Alex thought, but time would tell.

With a nod of her head, she signed to her driver and a black BMW pulled over before her. Inside she settled back against the warmth of the leather.

“Perkins, lets take a detour past Mr. Reilly’s place. I want to be sure he made it back there without being traced. He’ll be supporting some nasty bruises on his chest in the morning, but I think somehow that will be the least of his pains.”

The driver glanced back at Delta in the rear vision mirror, “My is that my Lady?”

“Once the papers get wind of the stiff back there, they are going to be all over it. If he thought he had a problem with public support before, he’s going to get a lot less now.
Alex has some kind of private vendetta of his own set in motion. I want more information on his activities, and get me some more background on those losers Hunter beat the crap out of back there.”

“Right away my Lady.”

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

He was running late. He had burned all the evidence and completly cleaned the weapon in the same evening but he had failed to take care of two incidental details: the condoms and the cigarettes. He wasn't one for sex and he certainly didn't smoke! He drove out to his favorite dumpster, exactly 1.945 miles away from his condo and disposed of the hated articles. He made a brief note of the event in his little notepad, and then ate the offending page in a fit of rage.

"Yes, of course. I have another date with that lovely parasite. Fucking worthless sotting dress-up doll."

He managed to get back into his car before the urge to pop a few pills overcame him. He looked to the passenger seat where there were several bags of upscale clothing. He drove to the resteraunt where Miss Chavez had better been waiting at if she knew what was good for her.

 

[Angelus]

I landed on the roof of the building I called my home and got to my knees then looked around to see if anyone was looking. I was glad that this place was in one of the dilapidated parts of the city as it gave me the freedom to come and go as I pleased. I moved to the trap door and once I pulled it up walked slowly to it then jumped down into a building that was in total contrast to the outside. If only the people knew what was going on in this place I would have been robbed many times before now although I would like to have seen them try.

I walked slowly down the hallway to the costume room, taking off my mask and coat as I did. I put them up on the wall and looked at the coat, Damn them, that is another coat ruined. Bastards. As soon as I had the coat and mask off I turned off the clothing that I had worn out this night and thanked god that I had worn the armor as it had saved my life on more than one occasion.

I walked out of the room and walked into the entertainment room to turn on the television, to see if they had anything on tonight. If they did they were going to be efficient for once and that was always a first.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Delta

The morning papers shower just what Delta expected. Spread all over the front page “HUNTER TURNED SLAYER” THE HUNT IS ON FOR THE HUNTER” “JUSTICE OR MURDER?” All reported much the same, a twisted account of events, and very little truth. That was something Delta knew she could always count on with the news papers. People loved to hear bad news, and always believed the worst.

Pushing the papers aside, she sipped her morning tea. Hunter was going to need a little help to even the odds. Fighting the bad guys was one thing, but taking on the entire city was another.

“Perkins. How is that suit I designed for Hunter coming along?”

“It’s finished My Lady, and awaiting collection. Shall I send for it My Lady?”

“Yes Perkins, Thank you. Only don’t bring it back here. Have it delivered to Hunter directly, and discreetly. If nothing else, it’ll save him a small fortune on coats.”

“It’s as good as done my Lady.”

Delta watched her manservant leave. He was always efficient, and his loyalty was flawless. And, he was the closest thing she had to family. With a sigh she left her tea unfinished and made her way into the garden. Things were beginning to move faster now and she needed a clear mind and focused vision. She thought for a moment about the suite she had mad for Hunter. The fabric was revolutionary. Light weight, flexible, and completely impenetrable. His movements would be uninhibited, his identity concealed, and the risk of being wounded, or worse, was dramatically reduced. She hoped he would accept her gift without trepidation. It was not meant to turn him into a super hero, just even the odds a little.

Sitting on a cushion beneath her favorite tree, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind.

 

[Private_Label]

Becca the next morning

BEcca looked into the mirror and gingerly touched her swollen eye. Alex had been extremely sadistic last night, he hadn't even waited until they were alone in a room. He had started in on her in the car infront of the driver, insisting that she service him and when she refused, he ha slapped her, then ripped off her clothing and practically raped her in the back seat. He seemed to enjoy it too. Afterwards he had told her to stop crying that he knew she liked it rough. As she put on her makeup she practically spackled on the foundation to cover the facial bruise. She chose to wear slacks and a turtle neck shirt to hide the rest of the marks from her co-workers in the secretarial pool....

 

[Angelus]

I looked at the newspaper and wondered how the hell they had gotten things so terribly wrong. There was no way that I had killed any of those people, it was true that I had wanted to do so but as much as I wanted to do so I had stopped myself because I wanted to see if I could stop myself from doing so. I threw the paper across the floor and looked at it, wondering what had happened after I had left the building. I wanted nothing more than to go back to the scene and find out what had happened but I did not want to risk it as I was worried that someone might ask what I was doing there and I was not sure that I would come up with a good answer.

It was then that I heard my buzzer going and I moved quickly to the television screen, wondering who or what was going on. I wondered if someone had tracked me here but I knew just how stupid that was as nobody knew who I really was, except that I was now branded as a killer. I shook my head but looked at the television monitor just to see a car pulling slowly away which made me begin to move quickly down the stairs towards the door.

Has someone found me already, I was so damn careful. How had they found me! I thought as I ran to the front door and punched the security code in then opened the door. I pushed it open just to see a large package lying on the ground in front of the door. I looked down at it skeptically, wondering what it was then bent down and picked it up.

I looked around the street to see if there was anyone still about but I knew that there would be nobody and shook my head. I turned and walked slowly back into the building, closed the door and punched in the code then walked up the stairs and into my main computer room and put the package down. I gingerly opened it and my eyes went wide. My benefactor has done it again, whoever it is has sent me another gift. I pulled out the suit and looked at it - this I had to try out.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Sara

It was already after 9am and Sara was running late for work. She had missed her bus and had to wait for the next one. She knew her boss wasn’t going to be happy; he never was when one of the secretaries was late.

At 23, Sara had worked her way up the ladder in the secretarial pool to become the personal secretary to the personal secretary of the company coordinator. It wasn’t the greatest job in the world, but she was good at it, and normally was very efficient.

Stepping from the bus, Sara made her way down the street towards her office building. The street was packed, and it was almost impossible to hurry. There was an alley that ran around behind the building next to the one she worked and ended at the loading dock of “THE MORNING NEWS” The publishing company and news service she worked for. She had never been fond of alley ways. Actually they scared her quite a bit, hearing of all the terrible crimes that take place there, but she was getting no closer to her desk and the clock was still ticking.

Taking a deep breath she pushed her way sideways through the throng of people and stepped into the alley. She walked as quickly as she could, avoiding the homeless people that slept amongst the boxes and bins as much as possible. The alley was dim and damp, and her fear began to rise. Three young men stepped out of a doorway and blocked her path.

“Where ya headed little Missy? Your bag looks awful heavy, how’s bout we carry that for ya? Man, you sure is a pretty little thing aint ya?”

Sara was on the brink of terror. She would have given them her bag but it held the rough copies of her bosses lead stories for tomorrows paper. If she lost them, he life would not be worth living anyway. One of the men made a grab for the bag but Sara held tight. As she struggled, the man shoved her hard, pushing her backwards, her head striking the side of a dumpster. As she fell to the ground, her world went black.

 

[Angelus]

I dropped to the ground in front of the three men and looked at the young woman who lay on the ground then them with a smile on my face although they would never know it because of the new suit that I was wearing. I moved towards them quickly, seeing which one was the nearest target and which one was the greatest threat.

"My, aren't we brave. Picking on a pretty young woman like this and for what, so you prove that you are big men. You are really stupid."

One of them moved towards me, a knife now in his hand but before he could get too close I spun on my heels, the back of my fist connecting with his jaw. As he feel to the ground I jumped at the one to the left and slammed the back of my heel into his jaw, spinning him around on his heels and causing him to fall to the ground. I shook my head at the ineptitude of these three and knew that this was far too easy but I also knew that I could not leave this woman alone in this alley with these three.

The last one turned and was prepared to run but before he could I pulled out a small disk from a hidden pocket on my back and threw it, just to watch it fly through the air and catch the man in the back of the head. As soon as it hit him the disk broke apart and a black plastic hood wrapped itself around the man's head. He fell to the ground and tried to pull at the hood but when I looked at him I knew that he was not going to go anywhere or get it off without help.

I moved towards the young woman and looked at her, wondering what she was doing in this alley by herself but realized that it was stupid to ask such questions then pulled out a small vial. I broke the seal on it and placed it under her nose then watched as she slowly began to wake, "You are safe now."

 

[Private_Label]

Jump start

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[IDreamofBunnies]

The grapevine was astonishing in it's speed and accuracy: A thug gets beaten up by a vigilante, which is witnessed by a crack whore, who tells her pimp, who mentions it to his dealer, who brings it up with a concerned supplier, and within the next few connections working up the food chain one of the nations leading producer of drugs both legal and otherwise gets the word that one of his dolls was rescued from peril by the city's newest freak on the block.

Alex was not terribly suprised, it had to happen sooner or later. He was a factor in the vigilante's life, sooner or later he would become a factor in Alex's. The billionaire was impressed by this comic book character come to life, he was like a ninga or a ghost. Most people were so thick headed that this man could sneak by them. Alex was sharper of course, unlike the ponderous authorities he had thought to link all the private and public security networks to a network he could monitor. Combined with his line to the goings on in the street and the chattering over police lines, Alex could quickly deduce where the Vigilante would be, sometimes he could even see the man himself on some monitor.

He walked over to the wall sized map of the city and stuck another pin where he had framed the vigilante for murder. He was building a patrol pattern, he knew that no vigilante would simply go willy-nilly as he pleased or it would be almost impossible to find a crime to fight.

Satisfied, he decided to retire from his hobby for the evening. He stepped out of the secret office in his apartment and the bookshelf door returned in its place. Alex loved that safe room, made him feel like a Bond villain or something.

"Becca should be here soon, I wonder what she'll have to say."

 

[Moonlight_33]

OOC: I am a little confused here. Did Private Lable not read my post about Sara?

 

[Moonlight_33]

Delta

Meditation had done little to clear Delta's mind. Something was not right, and It was a bigger issue then even she could deal with.

The post had been delivered and sorting through the letters she found one with a mark she had not seen in many years. Picking up her cell phone she called Perkins.

"Prepare my Jet. We're leaving."

As she flipped the phone closed she whispered "You'll have to take care of yourself for a while Hunter. Stay safe, for all of us."

She wiped a tear from her cheek. She needed to pack.

 

[GideonRose]

Ilenya was jogging down the footpath, headphones in, dreds swaying back and forth in her eyes, happily enjoying her run. She loved running, pounding the pavement. She didn't have to think. And she was used to running.

She passed a few kids on bikes, swerved around a figure passed out against a wall. She ran, heading towards the slums, to home. She heard someone yell, "Nice hair you fucking freak!" She turned to give him the finger, but tripped headlong over something lying in her path just near an alley way. She could her the looser laughing at her fall.

She muttered to herself, pushing her hair out of her eyes and sitting up to see what she tripped over. It was a man. He had a black plastic hood wrapped over his face and he was struggling to pull it off. She heard a soft masculine voice beside her, in the alley and turned to see a man wearing a large coat bending over a young woman, waving something under her nose. She did some quick thinking and looked at the man lying on the ground near her and saw a couple of other men lying in the alley way.

"Ok," she muttered to herself. "Bad guys on floor, good guy rescues pretty lady. Fair enough." She heard a scuffling sound behind her and saw the hooded man, scrambling to his feet. She looked over at the guy in the coat. He looked preoccupied and hadn't noticed. Ilyena groand and muttered darkly, before leaping to her feet and launching herself at the hooded man.

Her kick caught him in the back, knocking him to the ground. She picked him up and he swung blindly. She ducked and then punched him in the stomach, then tripped him up. She jumped and straddled his chest and punched him in the face. On the third punch, he stopped struggling.

She sighed and felt her tight muscles relax. She wasn't used to this anymore. She stood up and grabbed the hooded man by the back of his shirt and dragged him the few short feet back to the alley way. She dropped him on the ground infront of her.

"Hey," she said to the man in the leather coat. "This yours?" She kicked the man's prone form on the ground.