Welcome to My Knightmare

[knightmare13]

[shadow=red,left,300]Thirteen years...thirteen years I've been gone and here I am.

This city has become filthy...and for some reason fate chose me...

Why God?[/shadow] I stood there thinking as I looked over this city with contempt. But in truth this wasn't me anymore...Not the me I let people see, or the me my parents knew...I can't let them see those masks...I'm letting them see the real me. The me that was born only so many years ago.

Thirteen years ago

"RUN!!" A man yelled to his wife holding their child. "RUN TEN, RUN AND MAKE SURE THEY DON'T FIND SHANE!" He yelled to his wife who's eyes were welling up. Glass breaks somewhere in the house and several cackles were heard, "Go!"

The woman took the child into a room where she opened a small door and told her son to go in there, "Shane stay in there and do not come out or make a sound, understand?" She asked softly,
"But mommy..." the boy didn't finish as his mother pushed him inside and closed the door.

The child has no idea what's going on, but he hears screaming and lauhgs. The woman screams and then nothing...
"Mommy...." The little boy whispers as he cries silent sobs only heard by himself.

Time passes and he opens the door and there he sees it...his mothers dead body with her eyes looking toward him.[/i]

I wake up in a deep sweat and breathing deeply in the house where it all happened...I throw my legs over the side of the bed and hold my head in my hands...'Why...' That's a question I've asked myself constantly...I've yet to find an answer but I may have found something that can help though. I put on a white wife-beater and a pair of black sweats and walk out of my father's bedroom; I don't call it mine...I've no right to until I let them find peace...

I go outside to my backyard. As I walk I'm reminded of a time when I was in China and one of my masters asked me, "Gwailoh...why do you learn these techniques?" I have had an answer for that question for years,
"To become a great fighter and pass the knowledge I learn." He saw through it.
"Don't lie to me gwailoh, why?" I didn't have an answer really...and he never asked me again after that. He made mentions that my destiny will be a rocky one...was he right?

Two weeks ago
I was at a convienece store late one night...the nightmare came again and I couldn't sleep. I was looking for a drink when some punk looking for some kind of street cred came in, he pulled out a piece; too big for a kid his age. "Just empty the register you old chinky fuck." He said, "If you move any slower I'll end you myself and take it anyway." His hand is shaking, it's his first time; aww, a virgin.

I walk up to the register and place a yoo-hoo on the counter. The kid looked at me like a drug dealer looks at someone who asks for a receipt. "Are you stupid whitey?" The kid asks me.
"Why I'm just getting a drink." He turns the gun on me,
"Kiss the floor cracker." He says, "I swear I'll end you." I smirk and look at him.
"Really?" I ask,
"Did I stutter?" He's sweating now,
"Well then," I said grabbing his hand and pulling it to my forehead, "Pull it son." I said looking in his eyes. He's hesitating, "Why you waiting son?" I ask, "C'mon do it, thought you were hard core?"
"Are you crazy?" He starts shaking more,
"Are you a man?" That set him off. He tries to pull the trigger nothing happens. I chuckle, "Forgot the safety boyo." I laugh again and then he doesn't have a chance. Left, right, kick to the shin; it's broken, I end it with a strike to his temples on both sides; hopefully he doesn't remember my face. I look at the man behind the counter, Korean, "I'm gonna need any tapes you just took." I said in Korean. He looked at me surprised for a second but got me the tapes and my drink after paying.

Thirty minutes from now

Leaving though provided me with the answer to my masters question, as I left he said thanks...

I go out side and to my houses shed. Going in I move a rug that my dad put there to hide the fallout shelter he mad in there. Mom always said he was paranoid...Gues it doesn't matter now. It has a purpose.

I climb down a ladder and enter the shelter. I hit a switch to turn on the lights in there. A metal closet sits in the middle and I go to it I place a hand on it and wait for a minute before opening it...Am I crazy? I asked myself this constantly but it's too late now it's already done...

I open the closet and a light turns on with what looks like a costume in it and a mask hanging at the top of the closet. I pull it down and look at it while holding it in my hands. It's a half mask that covers only the top of my face which has smoke proof lens which make my eyes look ghost white. This is my why...But who is he. The images from my nightmare flash through my head. Nightmare...My father's last name was Knight...That's who he is...Who I am...

NOW

I stand up atop a building looking over this city with contempt. I breath deeply, part of me thinks I'm crazy. That's okay, the rest of me is doing fine. A woman screams...I smile...It's time.

I step off the ledge, I'm not scared of dying though I knw what will happen. Wind rushes past me and the ground is approaching fast. Grapnel, swing forward, hit ground and land in front of a group of bangers, I see four and behind me is a woman who already has tears on her dress. "What the fuck?!" One of them whispers. I look up at them, one is shaking two are confused one is praying to god that he lives. "If you're at all smart you should leave...NOW!" I bring a yell all the way from Thialand after fighting in their camps...the one who was shaking pisses their pants, almost.

The strongest one tries to rush me, broken shoulder joint and will need a cane to walk. The second one pulls out a knife, he'll think of me everytime it rains now, that's if he wakes up. One runs screaming, the other still stands there and shakes uncontrolably. I walk up to him and he hits the ground begging me not to eat his soul. 'I like that' I turn to the woman, "Get out of here. Now." She doesn't hesitate she runs. She looks back, but she doesn't see me. I'm already gone.

This is what I've become, This is my City now, I am KNIGHTMARE...

(This thread is open, if any of you want to join in on this go ahead, I need to get Knightmare more established, so the more people who see him might help him a bit.)

[Cain]

Fuck, it's so boring here.

Cain thought to himself as he casually paced down the city's nightlife, his sneakers making soft tapping sounds against the walkway, his right hand coming to the back of his head as he scratched at it, utterly frustrated at the lack of things for him to do. Bored? Hah, that was just an understatement. Cain had absolutely nothing to do. It was a weekend, so there was no school. #774 was thus closed. He had already finished packing out his stuff, so there was nothing to do at his own apartment either. And the training room that he once owned was all the way in New York, so training was a no-no for him. Besides, he was new to this town. He did not know any place where he could actually train.

And so, wearing a black coat over his plain black shirt and a pair of denim jeans, Cain decided to wander around the city of San Diego, hoping to find something that would, at least, pique his interest. And he also hoped that someone, anyone, would actually assault him. True, it was a faint hope, but it was there nonetheless. Cain needed someone to beat down. Desperately. He grunted as he turned right when he reached a stop light, not interested at all at waiting for the green man to come on. It was late at night, the walkway was considerably empty, and only a few cars passed by Cain.

It seemed that in this part of the city, the nightlife was considerably dead. Understandable to a cause. It was the apartment district, after all. There were little clubs or bars here, save the occasional house parties by teenagers. He sighed. #774 had been quite an experience for him thus far, but he had only made a single friend as of yet. Genesia. A sweet and timid girl that Cain had somewhat made a personal objective to keep safe. She seemed like the kind who would easily get bullied and was unable to watch over herself.

A scream reached Cain's ears.

The Junior's eyes widened. Trouble? Yeah, definitely. Whether it was his heroic complex or boredom that spurred him was unsure, but Cain broke into a sprint nonetheless, his mind waking up as he focused upon the direction from which the scream had emerged from. It was from an alley further down the road. Considering the man's naturally impressive speed, he reached the alley in no time at all. However, just as he did, a large man would emerge, turning towards Cain. Instincts took over and Cain took to the air, raising his right knee as he brought it up hard against the center of the man's chest, stopping both of their run completely.

Cain would land cleanly, but the man would fall on his back, his right arm clutching his chest. Cain would look down on him, only to be perplexed by the expression the large man wore on his face. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. The man pleaded for mercy, Cain being put in a situation that he was unfamiliar with then. What the hell was happening here? Was this man the villian, or the victim? Cain would let him off, though, as he did not seem to pose any more of a threat. With that, Cain walked towards the mouth of the alley, looking inside it with his emerald eyes.

And boy, was he in for a big surprise.

There, standing at the center of a hallway, in front of a young girl who looked mid-way through a rape session, was a man standing in a dark costume, with pearl-white goggles. He looked completely out of a comic book, which made Cain stare at the man, looking all awkward and aloof. What the fuck was happening here? He glanced around the man for a moment, noticing two larger males on the ground, beaten up beyond comprehension. Cain furrowed his eyebrows. He had truly no idea what the hell was happening, nor who the fuck was the nutcase-in-leather. With that, he made his presence known.

"No one told me the circus came early. Who the hell are you?"

[knightmare13]

I looked down at the alley as someone yelled 'No one told me the circus was in town. Who the hell are you?" 'Christ, how many times am I going to see this guy?' I didn't want to answer him but I stood there for a minute and waited to see what he would do seeing me up here.

[Ceraphine Davis]

I[/size]t was late night, the darkness covering the earth like a heavy blanket as the clouds of the approaching storm began to settle in. Here and there, a few flashes of lightening could be seen throughout the sky and the as the wind began to pick up, the scent of rain began to fill the air.

Kevala was out for her usual nightly run, still exploring the cityb and getting used to the different paths she was able to take, having yet to settle upon any one in specific.

From the distance, she heard the sounds of a woman's scream, and though it did cause her to raise her brow, she knew that she could not make it there in time...She was not some superhero out for a strole...Just your average girl trying to stop the voices in her head from taking over.

Though that did not stop her from heading in that direction. She supposed the least she cuold do is check it out and see what the hell was going on....Drawing in labored yet steady breaths, she turned the corner and headed now down the sidewalk she assumed the scream had sounded from. Soon enough, eyes fell upon a familiar face....Her brow raising slightly as she started to slow her pace......

Tonight she wore a pair of black workout pants and a black tank top...Her raven hair pulled back into a ponytail as she finally drew close enough to allow those icy hues to shimmer in the flashes of lightening that occured over head.

"Cain?"

She spoke with a bit of confusion in her tone. What was he doing here? Unless of course he had been nearby when the woman screamed and he had come to......

That is when eyes fell upon the other figure....This one causing her brow to go up even more as she came to a stop beside Cain....her head leaning in as she whispered softly so that he was the only one who could hear....

"What is going on here? What is with this guy?

A very slight motion of her head in the other guys direction...He looked a bit familiar, but right now she could not place him...Either way, she would wait for Cain to acknowledge her before she would continue any further.....

[Cain]

The man failed to answer, causing Cain to play a little pout. Well, that was frustrating indeed. This guy was nuts, that much he could tell. And he also inferred that this guy probably read too much Marvel comics. He was starting to have a confused perspective of life. Cain had never seen such happen before, but he had heard of it. Or at least, he thought he heard of it. He himself was unsure. One thing's for sure,, though, this guy seemed to match the description. Yeah, the masked and silent hero of the night. In the streets of San Diego. What a classic.

Cain half-expected him to fly away, or at least flee in fear of getting seen and known by the public, but instead, he just stood there, staring back at Cain. At least, he thought he was staring back. The direction of his goggles was towards him. What else could he be looking at? Of course, for measure, Cain would look over his shoulder. There was no one or nothing there of any worth giving attention to, until...

Out of the corner poked out a familiar female. Cain turned back towards the masked man for a moment, making sure that he was still there, before turning back and giving his attention then to the newcomer of the scene. And to think, the female who had almost become a rape victim was pretty much ignored now, as she sat there, still frozen in place by fear and confusion. Cain's eyes found the female's, and he recognised her quite easily.

"Cain?"
"Kevala."

Usually, Cain was a lot more hospital in greetings, but at the moment, it did not seem as if the situation demanded it. They were in the presence of a masked man who was undeniably the hero of the night. She came up beside him, allowing Cain then to refocus his attention on their curious little figure in spandex.

"What is going on here? What is with this guy?"

Cain kept his eyes on the masked male, his eyebrows furrowed. He was starting to feel quite uneasy now, with the man's silent stare.

"He, apparently, saved the woman from those thugs on the ground."

[knightmare13]

I stood there looking at the guy and the arrival of the new female and couldn't help what wondering what was wrong with the woman still sitting there. I stood there silently reading each of them. 'I have their file and can look on them later, and I've studied the fighting style he uses after taping it that one time' I thought. I then turned my attantion to the woman still on the ground.

"Get out of here!" I called to her. I don't think she needed anymore prodding seeing as she took off like a bat outta hell. 'Need to work a bit on the voice.' I thought, 'Trying too hard for Clint Eastwood.' I added.

[Ceraphine Davis]

(ooc: Still playing as Kev in this thread. Despite the name and the pic change. Just making sure that it is made clear and also IF she should engage in fight, all items are currently equiped )

K[/size]evala turned her attention to the male who now deamanded that the poor woman get out of there. Her brow raising slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest, now facing him with a slightly curious look held in her icy hues.

"Um...you may want to work on your approach just a tad."

Honestly he seemed to have scared the poor thing more with the get up he had on and the tone he had used than the thugs whom he had saved her from. But hey, that was just her opinion.

Turning her attention back to Cain she would keep her eyes on the male before them.

"Superhero wanna-be huh?"

Mouthed just loud enough to the boy beside her to hear. Not wishing to offend the umm...person....before her.....Yeah...that was it.......

[Cain]

"Get out of here!"

For a superhero, he sure knows how to comfort the ladies. Cain raised an eyebrow as he watched the lady get up from her spot of insecurity, her hands still around her body, as if afraid that she would still get raped then. Cain followed her with his eyes for a moment, as if making sure that she did get out safe, before returning his attention to the hero here. Well, it was obvious from the shape of the thugs on the ground that this guy meant business too. Cain was sure he could handle him, if not barely. And besides, Kevala was here too. Knowing how well she fought, Cain knew that if anything happened here, the results would pretty much be obvious.

"Superhero wanna-be huh?"

Cain softly nodded his head. What else could it be, after all? Moving in the shadows of the night. Coming to save the damsel in distress in this urban forest. Wearing spandex that hugged the muscles of their body. And a mask that hid his 'secret identity'. It all matched the checklist of a superhero wanna-be, if there was one.

"Who are you?"

Cain asked, then realised just how cliche that question was against superheroes. He almost felt like slapping himself on his forehead, knowing that this guy won't actually reveal his identity, if he was serious about this superhero shit.

"I mean... Uhm... What do you call yourself?"

Ah, that's so much better...

Wait, what?

[knightmare13]

I shook my head, 'Honestly, did they think I was only talking to the woman?' I asked myself. 'Doesn't matter,' I told myself turning away from them, 'I've got a full night and no time to get a name of some crazy punk looking for thrills.'

I go to the otherside of the bulding, I open my custom made hoodie and pull out a small object that looked like a walkie talkie, it talked but of some stuff other than someone saying what's up, "All available units we have a possible PC 459, respond accordingly, once again possible PC 459 in progress, please respond." It gave the address as well, 'Time to go have some fun.' I thought in Knightmare's voice.

Like that I took off.