A lone figure stood atop a building in the Glades. He swiftly launched himself from building to building, stopping at a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Smiling, he peered in the grimy skylight, and saw just what he wanted to see; drug dealers, and lots of 'em too.
The hooded man climbed down the side of the building, and tip-toed through the door.
"There's a new gang in town boys, and we have to show 'em who owns this city." The figure slid along the wall as the men cheered at their boss' words.
"The Fazzaloni's are the only mob in Starling, and we're gonna keep it that way." The large leader turned to his right and clapped his hand on another greasy man. "My son, Donny, will take some men to the wharf tonight to welcome the new guys."
Donny grinned.
The figure adjusted his weapons, and stepped out of the shadows. All the men reached for their guns, but didn't shoot.
Donny stepped out, and cocked his gun. "Who's there?"
The figure smiled and replied, "Ah, it's just me, a city inspector! I've come to check your permits for the building. You do know it's not safe out here at night."
Donny sneered and said, "Yeah, we're the reason it's not safe, asshole." He trained his gun on the figure
The hooded man put up his hands and said, "Now, wait just a cotton-pickin minute here. I'm just a poor, unarmed, defenseless, city inspector." As he was saying this, he slowly pulled out a set of tonfas, and his voice became deathly quiet.
"Ha, ha. Just kidding."
Before Donny could fathom the "poor inspector" jumping at him, the figure had knocked him unconscious and kicked his gun away. Others began to realize that this could be bad for both business and health, so they started to shoot at the man. With (almost) inhuman speed and strength, the masked man took out three more men, without even breaking a sweat. He gracefully leaped over the unconscious bodies of the henchmen, and put his steel tonfas away, grinning at his success. He walked over to Fazzaloni, who, by now, was shaking. The boss picked up a gun, only to have it be knocked out of his hand.
Stuttering, he asked, "W-who the h-hell are you?"
The masked man chuckled darkly, and said, "I'm your worst nightmare, buttercup."
He then stopped, contemplated what he had said, and continued, "Unless your worst nightmare is actually a fat clown riding a unicycle throwing pies at your face."
Turning to the frightened man, he said, "That's what mine is. You know, they really should say, 'Now, I'm your worst nightmare, replacing your previous one.' That would make more sense, don't you think?"
He looked at the crime lord, who was shaking so bad, he could neither speak or shake his head.
"I'm sorry, I'm kinda new at this, so is it ok if I just start this over?"
The hooded figure stood up, shook himself off, and said, "Now, I'm your worst nightmare," and promptly knocked the drug lord out.
He stood up, wiped his hands on his jeans, and smiled.
"Cool."
So, yeah! This is my first fanfiction. I appreciate whatever you want to write to me about, either through the review or PM (I still don't really know hoow it works, so if anyone wants to tell me, I'm game!) I honestly don't really know what I'm doing, writing a story, because I'm not artistic, or even that good at writing. But, I had a dream with this in it, and I thought, "God that would be a good fanfiction. I hope someone has written it." But no one did, and I decided to write it... The only problem is I'm really busy, and don't have time to be writing Fanfiction. Oh, well! I'll fit it in somewhere.
I hope you read it, not just scrolled all the way down here to read my author's note.
I'm really into music, and I'll probably leave a phrase down here with a song that I think relates to the chapter, and you can search it in YouTube... Here's one for you now!
Extreme Music - Do You Feel Alive (Epic Energetic Vocal Rock)Sometimes, it'll be popular music, othertimes, you'll think, "What even is this?"
I'll see y'all through the screen sometime soon!