Voidwalker
I felt like I was flying, I ran across the roof tops, a familiar tingling thumbing through me. My dirty blonde hair clung to my forehead and my eyes watering a bit from the wind rushing past my eyes.
I was moving at the speed of light, or as fast as anyone could. Since I had already built the momentum, I didn't hesitate when I jumped over the gaps between each building, sticking the landing almost every time. I felt a familiar rush as I landed on top of a abandoned warehouse.
The pouring rain was hitting my body hard, quickly soaking me, I ran my hand through my hair and wiped my face before taking a look around. Once I made sure no one was around I felt the tingling sensation that flooded through me vanished as my body reappeared.
Something I should tell you before I go on. I'm not a normal person, and I mean besides the fact I run across roof tops at 1 in the morning in the pouring rain, I'm "gifted" as some would call it though I prefer the term freak. It's a better name for someone who can turn themselves invisible.
A truck pulled up in front of the warehouse and I peered over the edge, watching as five men climbed out. They we're Russian all wearing similar black suits with white shirts, all except one who was tied up and crying begging the others to let him go. I watched as they ignored his cries and pointed their guns at his back forcing the crying man to walk into the warehouse.
"There he is." I muttered to myself as I leaned back from the edge.
I waited a few more seconds focusing my hear. That was another one for my abilities, the same energy, or whatever you want to call it, that I use to make myself invisible. It also enhances my natural abilities like my strength, speed, hearing, agility, and healing. After I heard the warehouse door squeak shut I let the energy flow through my body, bringing the tingling feeling, and watch as my body disappeared once again.
After I was cloaked I walked over to the skylight and opened it quietly dropping down to the catwalk below. The inside of the warehouse was dark, it was abandoned after all, the only illumination came from the moon light which flooded down into a perfect square where four of the Russians stood at each edge of the circle surrounding the crying man who was now tied to a chair with the fifth Russian standing in front of him with his sleeves rolled up and his fists bloody.
They we're speaking Russian, which wasn't a surprise, I knew Russian it was one of the many languages I'd learned over the years so I had no problem listening in as I leanded over the railing.
The man tied to the chair was a named Vlad and he was a rat. Apparently he'd been leaking some sensitive information to another group which was putting the Russians at risk. The rat swore he didn't do it the man beating him, Ivan, didn't believe him. He wanted him to admit it. It went on like this for a few minutes until the Vlad caved, admitted to being a rat, which is when I knew I had to act.
Ivan pulled out a gun and aimed it at the rats head. He wasn't fast enough, by the time he'd pulled the gun I'd already made my way down from the catwalk and placed myself between the two so while Ivan thought his pistol was aimed at Vlad's head it was really aimed at mine.
"Goodbye brother," Ivan said in English his thick accent seeping through.
That's when I acted. Right before Ivan pulled the trigger I redirect his arm, making the barrel of the gun aim at one of his own goons, the gun went off with a loud bang fire a bullet into one of the Russians legs taking him out of the fight. After the gun went off I jammed my foot into the side of Ivan's knee hearing it snap as he fell to the ground screaming before I smashed his head into the concrete knocking him out.
Two were down only three left. They drew their guns trying to figure out what just happened, I became visible and blitzed towards the closest one grabbing his leg, knocking him to the floor, before grabbing his head and smashing my fist into his face until he was knocked out. Bullets started to fly by me as I disappeared from sight again and moved out of the hail of bullets.
Only two left, and they were scared, they both scrambled to each side of Vlad pointing their guns at him threatening to shoot. I chuckled lightly as they yelled looking around the room for me even though I was right in front of them.
"I think you guys have this wrong." I said allowing myself to become visible.
Their faces dropped and their gun turned my way, but once again it was to late, I grabbed the barrels and pointed them up before kicking the one on the right and driving my elbow into the left ones nose.
They were both unarmed now, gathering their bearings.
"You're dead kid." The one on the left yelled clutching his nose which was bleeding and probably broken.
I chuckled lightly to myself and I could tell, from the look in the Russian's eyes, he thought I was crazy. Who could blame him though I was a fifteen year old kid, dressed in a black suit and mask, laughing as I beat down men with guns. Who knows maybe I was crazy. It didn't matter, sane is only a matter of perspective, what mattered is what I knew and I knew I had to do this.
"Let's see about that." I muttered as they moved closer to me.
They went down fast, then it was over, all five of the Russians we're unconscious.
"Oh God thank you,"
I cocked an eyebrow and turned towards the voice. It was Vlad, I'd actually forgotten about him, he was still tied to the chair and crying but this time it was tears of joy.
"You're a hero."
I scoffed at the word. Hero, the word was repulsive to me, I didn't hate hero's but just because I was super human didn't mean I had save people.
"Don't thank me," I said walking around the warehouse looking over the unconscious Russians, making sure they were out. "I didn't come here for you, I actually didn't even know you'd be here."
There was a brief silence as I walked over to the Russian who'd been shot in the leg. I placed my finger on his neck and found a pulse before I took off his belt and used it as a tourniquet for the wound.
I walked back over to Vlad leaning over a bit so my masked face would meet his bloody bruised one.
"When you wake up grab one of their phones," I motioned to the Russians. "And call the people you've been rating to,"
A look of confusion washed over his face.
"What do you--"
I didn't let him finish, instead I punched him in the face sending him to Dreamland.
With all the Russians out and Ivan taken care of I turned towards the man I came here for, Ivan. Now that I was closer I got a better look at him. He was a middle aged man with a few scars on his face and a thick head of black hair which was slicked back in a common mobster style.
I grabbed him, dragging him to a near by beam leaning him up beside it
"Wakey wakey," I said slapping him earning a crack and an echo from the old warehouse.
He woke with a startle attempting to stand and take a swing at me before falling on the floor again due to his broken leg.
"You little shit." He spat as I shoved him back up against the beam, placing the toes of my feet on his broken leg applying a slight amount of pressure, which caused him to groan and let out a string of curses.
"Who are you?" He yelled
"Doesn't matter Ivan, what matter is who you are and what you can do for me."
He mutter something in Russian under his breath before spitting a lob of blood on the ground. "You get nothing."
I let out a heavy sign nodding my head before grabbing his arm and breaking it hearing him squeal as it popped.
"Come on Ivan be reasonable you're already down an arm and a leg."
He cradled his broken arm and looked at me, fear finally appearing in his eyes.
"What do you want to know."
I smile and clapped my hands together. "There we go Ivan," I squatted down in front of him. "I want to know where Boris is."
He stiffened up at the mention of his boss, Boris Karloff, he was the head of the major crime in Queens there wasn't a single person in the criminal underworld who hadn't earned his name.
"He'll kill me if I tell you."
I patted his cheek.
"And I'll do worse if you don't."
I watched the glow in his eyes switch from fear to realization back to fear.
"You're him," he whispered. "The Voidwalker"
Voidwalker, it's the name they came up with for me when I started being a thorn in their side a few months ago.
"Good to know my reputation proceeds."
"But it can't be you're just a kid you couldn't have-"
"I am, and I did," I said. "Now you know what I've done, so why don't you tell me what I need to know."
We sat in silence for a few seconds, no sound except the sound of the rain drops hitting the roof.
"I don't know where he is," he started. "But I know where he'll be in a month,"
I chuckled. "I'm sorry did you say a month."
"It's the best you'll get."
I knew it was true I'd been hunting down different groups of Boris's men for months trying to find him. Ivan pulled out a little pocket book and handed it to me.
"It's all in there," I flipped through the book finding a very detailed list of dates and crimes they've committed including the several I'd interfered with.
It was nice doing business with you.
Then I knocked him out.