Return to Justice

[Simmah]

At the top of a small cliff-face stood the silhouette of a man, their clothes flapping in the wind as the dust picked up. Howling could be heard in the background, but most importantly the yells for help could be heard amongst the rubbles of junk that one could call home if that were the circumstance.

"HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The screams for help were coming from a man barely coherent. He was running randomly in directions from someone or something that had him completely fearful for his life. This man didn’t get far as he tripped over the remains of a rotting corpse, half eaten by the birds and stray animals that hid mainly during the day.

“Gah! Get away from me!”

More screams came from the man as he struggled and staggered to walk after twisting his ankle from the fall, and because of his fall the someone or something that he was afraid of was right behind him.

“Going somewhere Franky? I don’t think so you little punk!”

The one behind him was a fairly large man, flanked by his goons grinning like fools.

“No it wasn’t me. I didn’t take your water.” Franky pleaded in his frightened voice. “Honest it wasn’t me.”

Not that it would matter; the three men took no notice of his pleas. All they wanted was to vent out their anger and this poor guy was the one that was going to get it. Such was the way within Corel prison, no honour among these thieves.

As the men stepped closer, Franky scrambling away, the silhouette of the figure on the cliff-face suddenly began to move, jumping from place to place until they landed only a few feet away from the three thugs. Then with a deep voice the figure spoke.

“Step away from the man you scum.”

Those words certain got the attention of these three guys as they spun around shocked and surprised to be taken off guard by this single guy.

“What did you just say?” The lead thug angrily demanded. “No one calls me that and lives!”

Beneath the mask of this mysterious individual arose a smirk of satisfaction. Eagerly awaiting their next reaction he thought about unsheathing his blade but decided against it, opting to make it hand to hand combat.

“Then come at me with everything you have and I’ll you the meaning of Justice.”

And with that he leapt forward rushing towards the three thugs.

[bloodvice]

Inside the prison, an inmate sat alone in his cell. Staring at the wall, the blond haired, heavily scarred individual with nothing but a vest, black pants and boots left to his name. He stood up as he heard a guard coming in his direction. Now was his chance.

"hey guard, come here. I think my toilet's broken."

The prisoner broke the porcelain with a solid punch, and water began to pour all over the floor.

"What happ... GODDAMMIT! What in the world did you do?"

"I have no idea sir, it just... shattered. Can you come in and see what's wrong?"

The guard of course, was an idiot. That, and because of his inability to defend against psychic attacks, it became very easy for the prisoner to convince his prey to open the door.

"What seems to b..."

Before the man could finish speaking, he was already knocked out and on the floor.

"That was too easy."

Running through the complex, the prisoner would first need to retrieve his weapon. Fighting his way through a group of gun-toting guards, he finally ran across a room with "Confiscated Items and Contraband" written on its door. Kicking it down with a forceful kick, he walked in to find an exceptionally large guard standing before him.

"So, you think you can just walk in here and use these things for escape? HA! You are a fool."

"I'm not the fool, fatty. You're just too dumb to realize you've already lost the fight."

The big man just stood there and laughed. What the guard didn't know was that the prisoner had already hit him seven times in the chest. With a final "HA" the guard fell down with blood trickiling from his mouth.

"You're lucky I didn't have my sword, big man."

With that, he found his weapon of choice. A deadly looking sword that appeared to be two halves of one sword attached at the hilt. A long chain came from the end of the handle, which the prisoner wrapped around his arm He then grabbed a gauntlet off of the shelf. After putting it on his hand, he flexed his fist and two deadly claws came out.

"Nice."

The prisoner walked out of the room and began to continue his escape.