A new school. A totally new, normal, everyday school, where you were just an average, everyday, totally normal student. You swear!
Okay, maybe that's not entirely true. Student by day, vigilante assassin by night. You're still trying to figure that...
You adjusted your leather bracers. It had been a few days since you were in your uniform. Dark leather armor covered your body, a fairly deep enough v-cut to show off some chest, with vials of different kinds of poison attached to a leather belt crossing your chest. You never knew when they could come in handy. A feathered shoulder cape hang on your left shoulder, and a crow skull sat atop your head, a black mask over your eyes to conceal your identity. Although, if you did your job well enough, no villain would be alive to snitch anyway. You threw one of your psychic daggers in the air, catching it as it came back down. The purple energy crackled through them. They were light, but still felt incredibly powerful.
You looked out at the streets of New York from a rooftop. You had been here a few weeks now. You felt comfortable enough with the streets to get out there. Plus, as far as you were aware, most threats here were muggers or armed robbers. You could take those guys blindfolded. Maybe you didn't need to wait so long to get back into the game after all.
Down on the street, you spotted a small group of thugs, busting down a window to a closed shop. You smirked. Finally, some action. You caught your dagger one last time, and threw it towards the street. Disappearing in a puff of purple smoke, you teleport to your dagger as it reaches the ground, catching it as you do.
Y/N: Filth of the streets.
The thugs turn towards you, stunned for a moment. Then, one looks towards the others and speaks up.
Thug 1: What're you standin around for?! Get him!
Two of the thugs charge at you. You smirk, forming a second psychic dagger in your free hand. You duck under a punch thrown by one of the thugs, using your dagger to stab him in the back.
Y/N: I will cleanse this city of your stench.
The second thug pulls out a pocket knife and swings it at you. You easily disarm him with your blade, using your second knife to stab him in the throat. He collapses onto the ground, clutching his wound helplessly. The remaining three thugs have a clear look of panic in their eyes.
Thug 1: W-what's the deal? Just kill this psycho! All charge him at once!
Before they can move, you throw two of your daggers, each one landing in the head of one of the thugs, leaving only their leader standing. You slowly walk towards him, forming your psychic daggers in your hands once again, a cruel smile creeping across your face.
Thug 1: W-wait! We ain't doing this for us! We're just the small fries! O-Our boss is the one you should be after!
Y/N: And your boss shall get their comeuppance in time, do not fret. But for now, you have dug your grave with your choices. It's time for you to lie in it.
You drive both of your daggers into his chest, leaving him to fall to the ground. You look around. All 5 thugs lie on the ground, lifeless. The psychic daggers disappear from their bodies.
Y/N: Boss, huh. I wonder who they were--
Before you could finish your self-pondering, a pair of claws sink into your shoulders. You're picked up from the ground, hoisted into the air, watching the streets get smaller and smaller beneath your feet. You wince in pain and look up.
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