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Started May 10, 2019 by Deleted user

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It took Kaz three days. Three horrible, miserable, pissed off days to find the fucker named "Bulldozer." It was so hard because the fucker never said still. He ran around like he was the most popular guy in town; supermarkets, parks, strip clubs, everywhere. But Kaz finally caught him.

He was on the clock, as obvious by the construction worker outfit he wore. He looked like he'd never seen the inside of a gym before, with a bald head that glistened with sweat, a belly that bulged against the buttons of the shirt he wore under the reflective vest, and a neck so thick it was as wide as his head. Kaz was practically grinning under his mask as he drew his shortsword from his back, jumping from the roof of the left hand building into the alley.

"Bulldozer?" he asked, his voice muffled by his mask.

The fat man turned around, chewing on a gyro. "Hm?"

Kaz pointed the sword at him. "You're fucked."

"A brutal murder happened last night in the alley next to the Starbucks Cafe on South Street," a news anchor read from a piece of paper, glancing up at the camera randomly between words. "The victim was popular superhero Bulldozer, and the killer is believed to be Rip, a villain last seen near the Westside apartment complex. It is advised that the heroes in the area stay on high alert for this dangerous fugitive. The reward is $500,000."

Rip was sitting on the edge of the Westside apartment complex's building, his mask resting beside him. He was cleaning his sword with a dirty rag, whistling contently as he did so. He definitely didn't look like someone who just viciously gutted one of the city's most popular superhero, other than the blood-soaked sword. So I got the whole city after me now. Fun. Well, all press is good press, as they say

Adrielle stared up at the building. A shape was sitting there, oblivious to her gaze. She thought she recognized it, but she couldn't be sure. Sighing, the girl brushed her hair from her face and listened hard. She could hear her father's snores, and her other's sleep talking. Satisfied, she opened her window and climbed out.

His feet kicked back and forth over the edge of the building as he nodded to a song only he could hear. It took him another 2 or 3 minutes to fully clean the blade, and he tossed the rag lazily off the building as he sheathed it once again. Now we play the waiting game. Who want it first?

Adrielle jumped from the second story, easily landing. She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up and moved through the shadows towards the figure.

The sound of footsteps alerted him of another presence, but he decided that he would wait and see what would happen instead of confronting whoever it was.

Scaling the wall with ease, Adrielle walked over to the figure. It was Rip. She smirked, her teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "Ya know, it almost seems as though you want the chase."

"It's fun, I must admit."
He didn't even bother trying to slip the mask on. She already had seen his face.

Adrielle laughed. "Well, to some people." She sat down as well.

He slid his bunny mask aside to give her space.
"So, when does the fighting start? Want to get to know me first?"

"I'm not interested in a fight right now," Adrielle said. She pulled her hood down, revealing a bruised and bloodied face. "I just got out of one."

Walking down a dark alley, Akira wrapped her jacket around her tighter. With her short hair and baggy clothes, she could easily pass as a man.

"And who would do that to such a pretty face?' he asked dully, sparing a single glace in her direction.

"People who think they're heroes," she said. "Which seems to be a lot of them these days."

"Ah, gotcha. And what id you do to deserve this?" he asked.

"I existed," she said simply. She lay back, staring at the sky.

Akira looked around. She didn't recognize these buildings. She hated to admit it, but she was lost.

"Doubt that. They don't have the balls to just attack randoms at will." He glanced over at her once again.

Adrielle made a face. "Then clearly you don't know them.''

"Trust me, hun, I do. They're afraid of us. That's the whole reason why the wait until we do something that demands some type of retaliation."

She laughed bitterly. "Apparently, you don't know what it's like to be a girl."

He pondered that thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Fair point, fair point."

Akira leaned against the wall of the closest building, hyperventilating. A man in rags stepped in front of her.
"What have we here?" He said. His rotted teeth and rancid breath nearly made Akira gag.
"What are you doing out here alone, boy?" The man slid his bedraggled hand under Akira's watch necklace her mother had given her. She tried to jerk back.
"This could fetch me a pretty penny…" The man held tightly to it, not letting Akira move.
"Let go of it!" She yelled in his face.

Adrielle jerked her head up. Sighing, she stood, pulling her hood back over her face. She lept off the building, rolling in midair and landing neatly on her feet. She moved over to the two people.

He watched from his perch, a small grin on his face and his hands on his knees. "Looks like some action's kicking up."

The man smacked Akira. Her face stung, but she refused to make a sound. She turned her head back and stared at him. She reached behind her, putting out her sword, Kin no Tora.