A lone figure stood on top of a old abandoned warehouse, their breath visible in the cold winter air. The figures appearance was hidden underneath a large, ragged cloak made from rags and random bolts of cloth. In the streets below was a group of large, burly men harassing a young woman.
"Hey lady we don't wanna hurts ya, so just give us a little peek and we won't bother ya no more." One the men said, showing his yellow crooked teeth with a perverted grin. The woman, a blonde teenager in a short tight dress was on the brink of tears. "P-please...just let m-me go." Her voice meek, she was backed into a corner and had begun crying. Another of the large men with a beard grabbed her waist and laughs lecherously. "Aw come on, we mean well. We just wanna have some fun." As the man said that, he reached up the women's dress and started caressing her inner thigh. "N-no, stop!" She struggled against him, but he grabbed her neck and pinned her to the stone wall. The man who spoke first then began to grope her chest, while grinding his pelvis against her. The third of the group was supposed to be keeping lookout but was distracted watching the situation before him, with his hand down his pants and his tongue out drooling.
"Let me have a turn guys, I wanna play with her a-!" Before the man could finish his sentence, the figure had suddenly appeared behind him and snapped his neck. The two other men turned towards the cracking sound and saw their companion dead on the ground with a cloaked figure standing over his body. "What the Hell?! The F*ck did you do to Bobby?!" The man who spoke first yelled, now separated from the woman along with his still alive compatriot. The figure was silent, the hood hiding his face. "Take this you creepy F*CK!" The second man yelled as he pulled out a gun and shot at the figure. The bullets then straight through the stranger, but only hitting a empty cloak. "What the F*cken' Hell?! Where did he-gluak!" The man was cut off as his throat was slit with his body falling against the walls, dead and bleeding. The last man turned to see his friend dead and the one who had killed him.
Standing before him a was a tall young man, wearing only a pair of black baggy jeans and hiking boots. The stranger was a ghostly pale with many scars and burns all over his body, disfiguring the skin. The disfigured killer stared down the man with a lethal glare, his sunken eyes revealing a darkness within. The large man then pulls out his gun and shots the disfigured stranger in the right shoulder, the target unfazed. "What the hell are you...?" The man didn't get his answer, instead receiving a blade between the eyes. As the man's eyes rolled back and fell limp, the woman from before was watching in both fear and relief. The stranger looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes empty of all emotion. "T-Thank you..." the woman said weakly before the stranger walked away, stepping over the bodies and leaving bloody footprints behind him.
This was not the first time the stranger had done this, nor will it be the last. A scream could be heard from a distance and the stranger turned towards the sound, the fate of the previous encounter about to repeat itself.
