Red Moon Rising | Alex

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN It had been too long. His day job had been bogging him down consistently for the past couple of weeks, paper work, red tape and politics had to be navigated with precision that his fatigued psyche had no desire to work with. The fact that this was what everyone regarded as 'justice' was ridiculous in his view. It wore at his nerves, but he maintained a steely grip on his composure that kept him from snapping at his co-workers too much. Instead he was all polite smiles and the picture of placidity, while behind closed doors his expression waned into neutrality at best and scowling when he was truly annoyed. Yuri checked the clock and let out a low sigh, one hand raised to rub at the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. It was near the end of the shift, so soon he would be able to go home. Despite the fact that his body ached for sleep he had no intention of resting. He had things to take care of first. Hands moving smoothly over the keyboard, his finger tips tapped lightly on the keys, pulling up folder after folder of information. Brow furrowed, his olive gaze scanned the monitor's display, lips pursed into a thin line. There had been a stabbing recently, a rather vicious attack against a young college student. The perpetrator had been released on a technicality, and nothing was so insulting as that. The evidence was there, plain as day - finger prints, DNA - it should have been a quick open and shut case...But no, someone along the line fumbled something and the murderer got away with a slap on the wrist and some bad PR, thinking he managed to win fate's lotto. Unfortunately for the man, not all justice was blind. Taking a mental note of the murderer's address, he shut down his computer and made preparations to leave. Visiting home was never a comfortable circumstance, as his interaction with his mother was strained even when she was in the best of moods. "I'm going out tonight," He stated blandly to the woman who was currently mid-conversation with the empty seat beside her. He knew she sincerely believed his father was there, but it still wore on him whenever he had to witness her acting in such a way. A short exhale flared his nostrils and he passed through the living room and made his way deeper into the apartment. Pushing open the door to his study, he regarded Lunatic's outfit hanging on the wall and closed his eyes. Tonight's the night. A half hour later he was blazing through the cool night air, blinking a trail of blue-green flame across the sky as he made his way towards his destination. His cape fluttered around his lithe form as he dropped onto a nearby rooftop, boots clicking softly on the ground. Straightening his posture, he regarded the small house with a tilt of his head, his eyes narrowing behind the iconic mask he wore. There was no movement in the house he could see from his perch, and he debated for a moment on various ways to gain entry before his attention was drawn by movement on the periphery of his senses. Ah. His lips drew into a grin. There. "All sinners must be judged," Lunatic drawled softly as he raised and cocked his crossbow, his free hand sparking alight with multicolored fire.

MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 914 TAGGED: Lunatic/Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin The basement was old…almost like something out of a shut down warehouse. From old machines that were almost triple his age to the random pieces of building materials lying around. What seem the most out of place in the basement was the high tech computer control center and some of the newer furniture setting out. There were some areas in which the old building material had been set up as work out equipment from a monkey bar looking set up to the chin up bar. Across one of the wooden walls that dived the basement into a smaller room, a bunch of tennis balls were attached to the walls by arrows with green feathers. All that balls, hit smack in the middle. The room was barely lit at the moment and off in the one corner, a young teenage was up against a wall, standing on his hands. His shirt was off at the moment, just leaving his cargo pants as the only thing on his body at the moment. As he was up against the wall, he was doing a form of push-ups. His arms folded down, his head barely above the floor before he pushed himself back up. It was clear he had been working out for sometime from the glisten of sweat on his body. When one of the computer dinged out, the teenager flipped right side up without much effort and walked over to where the main hub of computers. His hand reach out and grabbed one of the towels from a stand, drying off his face before wrapping the towel across his shoulders. Alex, reached down and pulled up the screen, a name and faced appeared along with a bunch of other details. He quickly jotted down the address on a piece of paper. He tossed the towel aside before making his way over to his shirt and hoodie, putting both on before socks and his boots. This was a lead he was looking for, someone to give him an inside word on the gang he was trying to track down. He knew the guy was one of their thugs who got away with a lot of stuff because of ties to the gangs. He wasn’t going to show up there as the Vigilante but just as his normal self… From there he figured he would try to talk his way into the fact he wanted to join the gang or something like that. He would work out the finer details on his way there. He needed to find out more about this gang even if he had to tear them apart one member at time… but first was finding more of the basic stuff about them from the low level people. He needed to know why his father named them on his deathbed and why he felt they were behind this… It was the only reason why he had come back to the city. He couldn’t live with the not knowing. Why he allowed those hunters to find him. But went by the name of Jake Takami instead of his real name. He didn’t want anyone to know that some from the Shioda family was still alive…that someone survived the crash. One of things he had done right away was figure out this whole computer and tech thing and then hacked into enough counts to get money to fund his little question from the company money left to his family from long ago. His mother and father may have been living the simple life as a teacher and police officer but his mother side were wealthy business people and the company also brought enough more than enough money that no one would notice that some of it was not being used for what it was listed as. Besides, it was his money… and he wanted it to revenge his parents. Alex had taken off from the theatre, running all the way to the house, which belong to the address. It had looked empty when he stopped a couple of feet away but that didn’t mean anything to him, he continued to run the rest of the way only to pause long enough when he heard the sound of a bow being drawn… If it was one thing he gained in the forest, it was his ability to hear and see better than most humans. Out in the forest, he learned to look and hear for the slightest things out of the normal. Not having grown up in the city and around everything that ruin’s one hearing… his only grew finer toned… almost at the level of most animals. Alex rolled out of the way but not fast enough, the arrow just grazed his right arm. He quickly pulled off the hood and tossing it aside just as the flames ate away at it, leaving nothing behind. A faint growl was given…and he had grabbed one of the rocks from the ground and threw it right were the arrow had come from. His aim was always dead on…. never missing his target unless they moved because they noticed his own movements and knew that they were being attacked. When his meals were living breathing things and not chunks of raw meat that came from the super market. But also not knowing when his next meal was… he learned how to aim correctly, to wait for the right moment but also how to keep those animals from noticing his actions, knowing that he was hunting them. Thus his ability to hit falling tennis balls right in the middle… and never missing his market. Hunger was a powerful force and it taught many lessons… Alex had another rock in his hand, not wanting to wait and see if had managed to hit the person or not… He knew they were there but he didn’t know if they had moved since firing the arrow or not. His blue eyes glanced around, listening and waiting for the next move…. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN Lunatic exhaled slowly as he squeezed the trigger and then released it, watching the bolt sail through the air. It was during these moments that he felt most alive. The droll hours at work, obeying the rigid routine of court duties could never compare to this. As the projectile neared its intended target, time seemed to slow, and he inhaled deeply in anticipation, his chest swelling with the breath. Any fatigue that had resided him melted away in those seconds of waiting, and he stared intently...The arrow missed its mark, and the air seethed from him slowly. No matter. His target was destined to hear the voice of Thanatos this night. He would accept nothing less. With a flexing of his hand, his palm filled with blue-green flames, and within a few moments he had the crossbow loaded and raised again. He took aim once more and prepared to fire a second shot, when he noticed something strange. He didn't have enough time to time to puzzle out just what it was before the rock ricocheted off the front of his mask. It was durable enough to handle the blow without cracking thankfully, but it still threw him for a short loop. Was the man really resorting to throwing rocks at the vigilante? Were he the laughing time, he would certainly have chuckled. Instead, Lunatic shook his head and lowered the crossbow. He hooked the weapon to the belt of his suit to free up his hands, then jumped up off the roof ledge, intent to maneuver himself over to the next nearest building for a better vantage point. As he settled atop the nearby stout apartment complex, he reached for his crossbow to prepare it again. This one would be a runner, he assumed from the rock toss. None ever accepted their fate. Sinners were cowards and always pleaded or tried for some sort of means to save their sorry lives. It was a waste of breath, and he smirked slightly as he raised his bow again.

MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 539 TAGGED: Lunatic/Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin Alex was slightly pissed that there was someone shooting at him…flaming arrows at that. There was a point in his life that fire was everything…he could remember the first time he discovered and how thankful he was for the warmth. How it made him feel so wonderful to have created something he thought he had lost…warmth…. But here and now, it was annoyance… someone was trying to take him out with it and he had no idea why. Could they have discovered who he was already or was this some kind of test either way, he didn’t care enough to find out. He just wanted to get this over with. Whoever it was, they couldn’t possible be a match for him. After all…they had something to lose, he really didn’t anymore but also he had something that gave him a greater drive than anyone in a gang could have…revenge for a lost love one…parents…their whole world. As for the rock, he knew it was much of a threat with how small it was, it was a method to find out where the person was…the sound it would make upon contact would give up that person’s position. As he sat there hunched over much like an animal, his eyes were closed and he was listening to the sounds around him. He heard the rustle of fabric… and then the very flat dull thud as it hit something that sound kind of like ceramic…a bit away from him and to the left. His head shot in that direction and there… he could make out a figure in the darkness. Those blue eyes followed as the person jumped off the roof ledge and landed on the one nearest him. Alex gave out another growl before he darted off and up into one of the trees not far from the rooftop where the guy was. He managed to climb the tree with easy and fast than any thug could. He grew up climbing trees for fruit…berries and just to escape from larger creatures that thought of him as dinner. All his moments were of easy, flawless and almost animal like… even though he had no next power… he had trained so much and worked so hard in the forest to stay alive that he was at the peak of human condition. Alex sat on the branch, watching for a moment as the man who suddenly had flames coming from his body…he leap from the branch and skidded to a stop on the rooftop rather close to the man as he raised up the crossbow. He swung his one leg out as fast and as hard he could, trying to kick the other’s foot out from him. At the same time, he had pulled a knife from a sheath at his waist. Without his bow, arrows and throwing knifes he was left to close hand to hand combat like this. And there was no way he was going let this man shoot another flaming arrow at him. Being this close to the masked man, his true aged showed along with all those other features that made him out to be a teenager and not the man who was suppose to live in this house. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN Mild surprise crept over him as he observed the man take to the tree, at home climbing its branches as a monkey would be. Strange. Behind his mask, his brow furrowed as he tried to lock on a good aim through all of the movement. He squeezed the trigger of the crossbow and the bolt went wide. There wasn't much time to mourn the miss, as he had more pressing matters to attend to. His opponent's foot grazed his ankles, causing his stance to wobble a bit before he caught himself and leapt a few feet back to put some space between himself and the man. This was new. Running and pleading was something Lunatic dealt with often, however counterattacks were rare. The ones who challenged him were heroes, not the sinners he was after. It was for this reason that he didn't make an immediate gesture to fire another bolt. Instead, he cocked his head to the side, lips pursed as he squinted at the other male. Taking a quick survey of the other's features, he compared them to the information he had gleaned from the file in his office earlier...When he came up with a mismatch, he frowned. "I have no quarrel with you," Lunatic stated calmly, his crossbow lowered slightly - enough to indicate that he wasn't going to fire again, but not so much to leave himself defenseless. He was aware of how that sounded, considering the fact that he had open fired on the man without question...But Lunatic had a code he adhered to, and now that he realized he was shooting at the wrong quarry, well... "Unless you have intentions of protecting the sinner that lives in that house," He nodded his head in the direction of the murderer's abode, then brought his attention back to the youth. The youth? Looking closer at the other now, Lunatic realized he was rather young and...There was something strange about him. Not just the monkey tree business earlier, rather...The other was familiar. His eyes narrowed as he tried to puzzle it out, however, his train of thought derailed as he caught the glint of moonlight on the blade of the boy's knife. "Do you intend to cut me?" His tone was almost haughtily amused, his head lulling to the opposite side.

MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 776 TAGGED: Lunatic/Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin Even though he had spent the last year become use to this world… the city. Learning all the basics he should have learned growing up, a huge part of him was still wild and untamed. The part of him that felt good climbing trees, getting into fights like this. Made him forget about living in such a terrible place with all the unnecessary items…all the things people held dear to them that shouldn’t be. And then there was the processed food with all its additives and preservatives… it was gross. So he longed for moments when he could escape it all. He had been thankful the shot had missed...after he leapt from the tree. His blue eyes had seen it go wide and was glad he could move as fast and with ease as he could other wise he might have been hit. He didn’t care enough about himself that being injured or dying bothered him… he had died long ago after all. And now all he cared about was the truth and getting the one who took those he loved away from… This guy who ever he was, was just a roadblock in the way. Once get got close enough to the guy to graze his foot, the scent of him filled his senses… The guy smelled like those higher-class people the ones he would be around every time he went to his parent’s abandon home… Then there was the scent from the fire the masked man wore… it didn’t smell like a normal fire and that bothered him a bit. There was no scent of blood any scent of this figure living here. So he knew this wasn’t the guy he was after and it didn’t matter what happened to the fire flinging mask guy anymore. But he really could do much about without drawing attention to himself. Last thing he wanted was for it to be discovered he was really the man behind the mask of the one they called The Vigilante… He couldn’t risk drawing that much attention. Due to the fact the Vigilante was targeting people from one clan in this city…and they didn’t need to make the connection to him or his parents…to that crash all those years ago. His thoughts were broken and his attention was back on the masked man…because he spoke. A growl escaped him as the other stated there was no quarrel with him. Alex’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the masked figure before him. ”If you have no quarrel with me then why in the hell are you attacking me? Seems like you have a bloody quarrel either way now.” It was his way of seeing what was going on… In the wild there was no oops… I didn’t mean to attack you. There was just kill or be killed… and that was part of his mind that was still rather untamed. Someone came after he like this, he seen the only way something like this would end was for one of them to be knocked or dead. ”Why would I be protecting someone that I don’t know… I was just out for a run you bloody bastard.” Alex had a bit of growl to his voice as he spoke. This whole thing had him rather pissed off. Because not only did he get attacked, he most likely lost a good lead to thanks to this guy. Alex stayed where he was, pretty much sitting like a dog would aside from the hand that was holding the knife off to the side. Even as he sat there, he was puzzled…not by what was going on but the fact that there was something about the scent of this masked man who brought up a sense a familiarity. Which was strange…very strange. He couldn’t remember anyone that he was close enough to in order to be familiar with them in the here and now. Alex shook his head and glared back at the man before. His grip on the knife was lose and relaxed, no sign of attacking anyone at the moment. It was just there if he needed to defend himself. ”Depends…if you plan on coming at me again creep. And you really shouldn’t under estimate the little guy or the smaller weapon. All that ego will just trip you up.” Alex knew how much a smaller weapon could do because they could get into place larger ones couldn’t and do more damage that way. It was one of the reasons why he liked ranged weapons and knives… It was what he was used to. Aside from the fact everything wasn’t made from stone now… The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN The longer Lunatic observed the younger male, the more obvious his animalistic quirks became. It was curious. His brain whirred rapidly, trying to match the familiarity of the boy with anything in his memory, and came up empty...Especially when taking in the eccentricity of his poise and vocalizations. What was it about this blonde teenager that nagged at the depths of his memory as something he should remember? For the moment, he was at a loss, and that perturbed him. He would puzzle it out later, as his attention was drawn back to the conversation at hand, his olive gaze narrowing as the boy spoke. Ah. That anger. It amused the vigilante more than anything else, and he lowered his crossbow further to click it back into the holder at his suit's belt. Both hands now free, he gesticulated as he spoke, "This meeting is not by chance alone. Should you need to be judged, I shall find your sins and respond accordingly," Lunatic commented matter-of-factually, voice heavy with a certain firmness that only came when one was absolutely sure of themselves and their position. His gaze drifted between the youth and his knife, and behind the mask his lips pursed into an amused grin. "You cannot harm an idea." There was Yuri, the man behind the suit, and Lunatic, the purveyor true justice for Sternbild City. One hand settled on his chest, he continued, "I am Lunatic. And you," He flourished a hand to the smaller male, "Are not my quarry this evening." With that out of the way, he turned his attention back to the murderer's home. Had the commotion been noticed by now? Hm. He had spent enough time dawdling with this distraction, it was now time to get back onto the path of judgment. The lithe male pivoted towards the ledge of the roof, hopping atop it to get a better vantage point to scope out his options. He didn't fully turn his back to the boy however, nor put him out of his mind completely. He had work to do and he wasn't about to allow himself to be caught off guard by the blonde.

MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 803 TAGGED: Lunatic/Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin Everything about this guy bugged him…mostly the fact that he could not place why the scent remember him of something… He hated not knowing, not being able to figure something out. Alex barely remembered his past… only thing that truly remembered were his parents. Partly from the water damaged ragged photo that he carried with him inside of his shoe where it was always safe. The whole superhero thing confused the hell out of him…when and why did all of this come up. He couldn’t remember the city being like before but then again, he was a rather protected child growing up. His parents not really letting him in one what was the big hero thing back then…wanting their child to know the real heroes… the hard working ones and not the ones put on the spotlight from having powers… Alex sat there wondering if this guy was hero…but if he was then why the hell did he come after him like that? Could they have confused him with the person he was after too? He really wasn’t here for hunting, only information… Then he had that arrow fired at him and everything else that came after that. None of this sat right with him in anyway. His blue eyes watching as the crossbow was lowered and then back into the holster it went. That had him wondering what this crazy masked man was up to. Why was he lowering his weapon... he tilted of his head to the side much like a dog listening to someone as he listened to the words. ”Oh really? What is it then, why are we here having this little meeting?” He asked, the anger gone from his voice but he was still a bit on edge. Alex knew he couldn’t trust anyone, let alone this man, the slight pain his upper arm where the flames had touched and burned him a little reminded him of that fact. ”Hate to burst your flame filled bubble there creepo but I have no sins...for I am no one… You can try to find out who I am but you won’t come up with anything.” Alex knew there was no way to trace him or have anything lead to who he was because of his death all those years ago. Everything was lost and he didn’t exist anymore. He finally took the moment to put his knife back into the sheath on his waist, knowing he could always draw it again later if he needed it. For now, it was okay to relax in the tiniest bit. Then came the comment about harming an idea… ”Yes you can… there is always a way to kill an idea. You take out the people who have the idea…and soon people fear that having any link to that idea will bring their death and they stop having it… The only thing mankind has not figured out how to kill is hope...” He muttered… that was the thing that drove him to live…to survive in the woods. Hope one day, he could find his way back and get to the truth, find justice for his parents. When he was asked who he was, there was a shrug of his shoulders. ”Why does it matter?” However, the masked man’s name of Lunatic fitted him well… this masked man was truly crazy in everyway he could have thought of. Alex glanced at the hand being held out to him, really confused on why it was being held out to him. He had now idea what this gesture was… that confusion showed in his eyes. Alex shift slightly and sniffed the hand being held out to him. His eyes closing for a second trying to figure out why the man called Lunatic seemed to smell so familiar. When he opened his eyes, he glanced up for a moment and in a second there was a hint of the lost child within him. He backed up slightly, not sure he could really trust this other person. ”Then what is?” Alex stood up slowly as the masked man moved away, hopping on top of another roof ledge. A shrug and Alex turned his attention away. Standing on top of the roof, he glanced around at the city and all the lights on it before he noticed a small group of females who were standing still on the corner of the street but then something startled them and he watched as they took off…barely running with those heavy purses and the high heels they were. Something was there hunting them…he could feel it. Alex jumped from the main roof down on to the porch roof before jumping to the ground, taking off in the direction where he had seen the group of females when he was up on the roof. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN Noting the softening of anger in the other's tone, Lunatic cast a sidelong glance to the smaller male from his perch. "Time will tell. The Voice of Thanatos only visits those who truly deserve it, we will see if that is you soon enough." Despite the fact that the judge-turned-vigilante could be considered unhinged, justifiably so, he adhered to his particular way of doing things strictly and rarely strayed from it. His code dictated a certain standard for meting out his version of justice and at the moment, this unknown boy did not meet that criteria. So he focused instead on the original reason he had set out this night: tracking down the acquitted murderer. His attention roamed their surroundings, keen olive eyes looking for little signs of movement and activity. Anything that could bring him back on the criminal's track. It was then that he caught the group of women suddenly bolting from the street corner they had been idling and chatting at. Behind his mask, his brow furrowed and he leapt into action. Jumping up from the roof, he took to the air, hands extended to release blasts of blue-green flame that helped propel him along in the direction of his destination. Time was of the essence and so he made quick work to close the distance between himself and where the women had fled. Lunatic landed atop one of the many light posts that dotted the area, lithe stature giving a slight sway before his balanced settled. Casting a sweeping glance about him, his attention soon caught on a swarthy looking fellow, blade in hand, pursuing the women. He wasn't graceful by any means but he was powerful and his gait was picking up speed as the excitement of the hunt overtook him. How disgusting. Just released from prison from a fluke and already back to his old games? Lunatic sneered behind his mask. These were exactly the sorts that did not deserve the lives they were given. "Accept your fate. The Voice of Thanatos shall lay you to rest," There was a soft click as he readied his crossbow, releasing it from his belt and raising it once more, his free hand moving a flaming bolt into place. If the murderer had been oblivious before, the low, certain bellowing of Lunatic certainly got his attention, and the man whipped around to stare wide-eyed at the vigilante. Lunatic only hmphed softly and lined up his shot, his finger on the trigger.

MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY

[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 510 TAGGED: Lunatic/Yuri NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin Alex glanced in the direction where the masked man was as he heard what the other side. He rolled of his eyes before he let out a deep breathe as he continued to look in the direction of that masked man. ”You are crazy, Creepo. Pretty bad naming that voice in your head! And the name Lunatic fits you quite well… I’m sure your nothing but a old crazy fart under that mask with nothing better to do.” He yelled towards the other man. He was just trying to press buttons now more than anything but also joking around at the same time. There was a code Alex followed but it was more based on the laws of nature…but was also drove by the need to find justice and the truth. If he had his suit on…tonight would have been different. Maybe he should start wearing it more often and take a different approach on how he handled all of this. Instead of trying to worm his way into finding a lead… Maybe just start scaring the crap out of people until they told him what he wanted… As he was running, he had seen a man with a knife heading in the same direction as the women. He turned down a different alley and moved through yards, taking a short cut to get the upper hand on this man with the name. He had a gut feeling that this was the man, he was after but also the one that creepo was after. Alex knew he couldn’t worry about that at the moment. He had more important things to deal with… He was behind a fence, running along the inside of but through the gaps in it, he could see that the man had gained ground on the women and he couldn’t risk the poor women any longer. He jumped on top of the fence before tackled the man to the ground. Having no idea that Lunatic had also moved in and that he was about to take action. ”Tell me about those you work for…where can I find them?” Alex demanded, his voice angered again which said anger only grew more when the man below him laughed and managed to free one of his hands, the one with the knife and tried to stab Alex. With a quick movement, Alex had man one arm twisted behind, both standing up and the man’s chest was a clear target for the bow. The knife hit the ground with a sharp metal thud. ”Tell me… or I break your arm.”” His voice louder this time around and easily heard from a distant. Alex’s attention soon turned away from the man and his head snapped in the direction of the hum. ”Go away creepo. Stop stalking me.” Getting more pissed off by that and the fact the man was still refusing to talk, Alex broke the man’s arm with one sharp twist in the other direction. With a scream, the man dropped to the ground and Alex just stood there looking in the direction of Lunatic. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting

[Yuri Petrov]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #71a491;] * anger overturned, YOU'LL NEVER LEARN UNTIL YOU BURN A small frown curled his mouth downwards as the youth entered the scene again, assaulting his target. Lunatic shook his head, idly wondering what the other was trying to accomplish here...Apparently the boy was looking for information, if what he was yelling was any indication. Unfortunately for the blonde, he had no intention of letting the murderer live any longer, as it was, the felon was living on borrowed time. Crossbow at the ready, he narrowed his eyes as he adjusted his aim, lowering it slightly as the criminal fell to the ground with a scream. As soon as the man was prone and out of the way of the boy, he took his shot, squeezing the trigger to release a flaming bolt. It connected with the man's chest with a loud thud, followed by the sound of crackling as the flames engulfed him quickly. The ensuing cries were like music to Lunatic's ears, and a satisfied grin spread across his pale features. For a moment, he basked in the sensation of a job well done. It was a good feeling, knowing one had done the right thing, even if others didn't agree with his methods. His attention remained on the murderer as he burned, until the man's body stopped moving and the flames went out. The scent of charred flesh wafted through the cool evening air and a low sigh escaped him. Yes. This was what made him feel alive. His task completed, Lunatic pivoted atop his perch, his gaze scanning the horizon as he calculated the quickest way home. There was no reason for him to linger here anymore, especially now that the murderer was dead. At his apartment he could start a data search on the curious teenager...It was obviously going to be another night of little sleep for Yuri, but such was life.

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[Alexander Shioda]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/2w722k3.jpg);] WORD COUNT: 268 TAGGED: NOTES: THIS AND THAT No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to find Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin At this point Alex really didn’t care about Lunatic up on the street light… all he cared about was getting information… He could careless on how it happened at this point. Nor did he cared about the women who were long gone… His anger was ridding high at this point. And he was like that wounded animal, trapped and lashing out. If had known what Lunatic was up to, he would have done more to protect his lead but by the time he had noticed the light coming from the flames of the arrow it was too late to do anything. He had been so focused that he didn’t even noticed the sound of the crossbow being used. Which only pissed him off more, this time more at himself than anything. All he could do was stand there and watch as the man burned after being hit. From the distant he was at, he could feel the extreme heat of the fire and knew there was nothing he could do… His eyes narrowed as he looked back Lunatic...truly pissed off at him for running his one lead. Next time they would meet, Alex would make sure to make the creepo pay for what he had done. The smell of the burnt flesh didn’t even phase, let alone the cries coming from the man until he passed out from the pain then died… Alex just stood there with his hands balled up into fist. Alex only moved the moment after Lunatic left…he was off to find another lead…but first he would need to take his anger out on something…. The emptiness in me is faded And I can see my life is waiting