Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 21:37:33 GMT -5
"Goodnight, Dad." Blaine said, standing up from the couch. He imitated a yawn, and headed up to his room. It was 11:00, and pitch black outside. When Blaine reached his room, he walked over to his closet. He opened a hidden compartment in the floor, and pulled out a chest. Blaine quietly opened it, and pulled out his Blaze costume. The red symbol seemed to illuminate in the dark room. Blaine quietly pulled it on. The form fitting, black Kevlar suit seemed spray painted on. Blaze silently opened the window, and jumped out.
Blaze launched a grapnel and began swinging through the city. It began to drizzle a little. The water was freezing cold for It just being a drizzle and for it being July. But, the water still chilled the teenager to the bone. It had been a dark night even before the black rain cloud rolled in. Even the full moon that had appeared that night seemed to cast no light onto the city. Blaine landed on top of a nearby building and pulled out his binoculars. He scanned the area, but nothing seemed to out of the ordinary. Of course, normal in Gotham is a bit different than in other towns.
Blaze placed his binoculars back into the holster on his hip and began thinking about the case that had surfaced about a week ago. Two of the people who had been most influential in expanding GothM had been murdered. The murder weapon was the same for each murder, a bow and arrow. The arrows were homemade, nothing they could link someone to. Or at least that is what the police thought. Blane 'borrowed' the arrows (that were in police custody as evidence) and studied them himself. He had found nothing that could be linked at first, and was about to give up before he noticed something. There was a design engraved into each arrow head. The teen had zoomed in on them and searched the design. Results turns up that it was a design used by many assassins.
Blaze suddenly snapped back into the present as a blood curdling, male scream broke through the quiet night. Blaze leaped off the building and swung towards the scream. Blaze looked into the alleyway below him and saw an average sized man in his mid 30's running through the alley. Blaze began dropping down.
"Please! Someone help m-" The man yelled before an arrow shot into his neck. Half of the arrow was coming out of the front of the man's neck and the other half was coming out of the back of his neck. The man fell to the ground. Blaze hit the ground just as the arrow went through the man's throat. It was too late, there was no saving the man. Blaine looked at the man's face and instantly recognized him. His name was Todd Newberg. He had recently became a city councilman and had big plans to take out the rest of Gotham that was still forests and grass and replace it with some office buildings and more affordable apartment complexes. Blaine looked up as a shadow appeared on the roof above him. A man dressed as an assassin stood above him, bow in hand, arrow knocked. Blaze calculated quickly as the assassin let pulled back the bow string. He grabbed the trash can lid next to him and lifted it in front of his face just as the assassin let the arrow go. As Blaine had hoped and calculated for, the arrow rebounded and landed in the assassins shoulder. The assassin turned, and began to run away.
"Stop!" Blaine grappled to the roof and began chasing the assassin. The assassin tried to fake of and shake off Blaze quite a few times, but Blaze stayed on him. The assassin dropped into a manhole, and disappeared into the shadows. Blaine jumped down into the manhole, and began looking. He followed noises through the sewer for what seemed like miles. A light flashed through the room as another manhole was opened. Blaze ran toward the man hole and popped up. He was in the Gotham Airfield. The assassin jumped into a small plane which was being piloted by another assassin. Blaze sprinted towards the plane, and grappled into the wheel well. He placed a rebreather on his face and prepared for a long flight.
Blaine awoke in the wheel well. Late afternoon sunlight seeped through the cracks in the wheel well. Either they had been flying for a long time, or they were in a different continent. Probably both. The well opened, and the plane landed. Blaze jumped out of the well after a few minutes on the ground. He snuck around the plane and his jaw dropped t the view. In front of him was an Asian looking temple. Blaze suddenly had the realization to hide, and grappled to the roof. He hid in a shadowy corner, and took in the sites. The temple was on top of a bright, green grass covered mountain. Blaze focused his attention back onto the temple and climbed through an air vent. After crawling for a few minutes, Blaze found another vent entrance. He peered through, and saw what seemed to be the main chamber. There were hundreds of assassins, and at the back of the room was a throne with a man probably in his 50's sitting in it.
"I'm not in. Kansas anymore..."
Blaze launched a grapnel and began swinging through the city. It began to drizzle a little. The water was freezing cold for It just being a drizzle and for it being July. But, the water still chilled the teenager to the bone. It had been a dark night even before the black rain cloud rolled in. Even the full moon that had appeared that night seemed to cast no light onto the city. Blaine landed on top of a nearby building and pulled out his binoculars. He scanned the area, but nothing seemed to out of the ordinary. Of course, normal in Gotham is a bit different than in other towns.
Blaze placed his binoculars back into the holster on his hip and began thinking about the case that had surfaced about a week ago. Two of the people who had been most influential in expanding GothM had been murdered. The murder weapon was the same for each murder, a bow and arrow. The arrows were homemade, nothing they could link someone to. Or at least that is what the police thought. Blane 'borrowed' the arrows (that were in police custody as evidence) and studied them himself. He had found nothing that could be linked at first, and was about to give up before he noticed something. There was a design engraved into each arrow head. The teen had zoomed in on them and searched the design. Results turns up that it was a design used by many assassins.
Blaze suddenly snapped back into the present as a blood curdling, male scream broke through the quiet night. Blaze leaped off the building and swung towards the scream. Blaze looked into the alleyway below him and saw an average sized man in his mid 30's running through the alley. Blaze began dropping down.
"Please! Someone help m-" The man yelled before an arrow shot into his neck. Half of the arrow was coming out of the front of the man's neck and the other half was coming out of the back of his neck. The man fell to the ground. Blaze hit the ground just as the arrow went through the man's throat. It was too late, there was no saving the man. Blaine looked at the man's face and instantly recognized him. His name was Todd Newberg. He had recently became a city councilman and had big plans to take out the rest of Gotham that was still forests and grass and replace it with some office buildings and more affordable apartment complexes. Blaine looked up as a shadow appeared on the roof above him. A man dressed as an assassin stood above him, bow in hand, arrow knocked. Blaze calculated quickly as the assassin let pulled back the bow string. He grabbed the trash can lid next to him and lifted it in front of his face just as the assassin let the arrow go. As Blaine had hoped and calculated for, the arrow rebounded and landed in the assassins shoulder. The assassin turned, and began to run away.
"Stop!" Blaine grappled to the roof and began chasing the assassin. The assassin tried to fake of and shake off Blaze quite a few times, but Blaze stayed on him. The assassin dropped into a manhole, and disappeared into the shadows. Blaine jumped down into the manhole, and began looking. He followed noises through the sewer for what seemed like miles. A light flashed through the room as another manhole was opened. Blaze ran toward the man hole and popped up. He was in the Gotham Airfield. The assassin jumped into a small plane which was being piloted by another assassin. Blaze sprinted towards the plane, and grappled into the wheel well. He placed a rebreather on his face and prepared for a long flight.
Blaine awoke in the wheel well. Late afternoon sunlight seeped through the cracks in the wheel well. Either they had been flying for a long time, or they were in a different continent. Probably both. The well opened, and the plane landed. Blaze jumped out of the well after a few minutes on the ground. He snuck around the plane and his jaw dropped t the view. In front of him was an Asian looking temple. Blaze suddenly had the realization to hide, and grappled to the roof. He hid in a shadowy corner, and took in the sites. The temple was on top of a bright, green grass covered mountain. Blaze focused his attention back onto the temple and climbed through an air vent. After crawling for a few minutes, Blaze found another vent entrance. He peered through, and saw what seemed to be the main chamber. There were hundreds of assassins, and at the back of the room was a throne with a man probably in his 50's sitting in it.
"I'm not in. Kansas anymore..."