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Nobody's Hero

wonderboy1234

The New Boy Wonder
Vincent scaled the Rooftops of the corrupt city he now lived in. Though at the moment he wasn't Vincent. Right now he was Sparrow, a vigilante acting out his own form of justice. The police wanted him arrested after all he did have a sour reputation. He liked inflicting immense pain on the bad guys, the bullies, the muggers, the tbeives, whatever you want to call them. In his mind Vincent was doing what needed to be done. The police force was corrupt and someone had to put the bad guys in their place.
 
James stood with his arms crossed at a newspaper kiosk, examining each paper with some sort of suspicion, his dream was to become. A journalist, so he often read magazines, news papers, and online journals for inspiration.


Although, luckily his mother had managed to get him an internship at the local publisher, Times Exporium.


So, he had tried to find any news article relating to it.
 
"You gonna buy that?" The man at the news kiosk asked James looking him over. He probably wouldn't buy it. He was a student who probably was looking for a personal dad to respond to.


Vincent ran the rooftops and he stopped abruptly. Seeing a quite attractive boy on the streets below. Vincent pulled back his hooded cloak to get a better look. His black eye mask still in place hiding his identity. The boy was a blond, Vincent's only weakness (besides his arrogance).


(@Magestic Rose)
 
James nodded with an absent mind, "Y-yeah...I'll get it, I'm just skimming through this..." He looked up at him, and put the magazine under his arm, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, fishing out five dollars to pay for the magazine.


"Here you are..." He smiled slightly.
 
"Thanks for the support kid," the man at the kiosk said taking the 5 bucks from James. The man looked adjusted a magazine display. He looked at James again,"You might want to get home. It's getting late I'm closing up shop here."


Vincent watched James from the rooftop and looked down the street at a group of thugs walking down the street. The were rough and Vincent had seen them before. They were Scorpions, one of the biggest gangs in the city. The Scorpions owned this part of town or at least they tried to. The leader of the group shoved into James trying to start trouble.
 
"Oh, yeah, I guess I should get going..." He smiling, turning away, getting almost instantaneously shoved back, he squealed lightly, "Ah! H-hey! What's your problem?" James' expression quickly darkened.


He didn't understand why they chose to run into him, but of course, fate always had things planed.
 
The group of thugs were a couple familiar faces and a a couple new from what Vincent could see from the rooftop.


One of them grabbed James by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the closest wall. It was the side of a tall brick building covered in graffiti.


"What the hell you doing bumping into Mason like that?! You some kind of queer or something?" He shouted at James. All the other guys laughed and chanted along.


"Totally man. He's totally an ass bandit!" One of them shouted. The leader shoved passed his group and went up to James. "You checking me out fudge packer?!" He shouted punching James in the stomach.
 
"Wh-wa?" He stumbled his words, having been caught off a bit by their words. "I-I, what? N-" he was cut off by the punch, falling back into he side walk, dropping his magazine, although that didn't matter to him now, at least not while the pain is rising in his stomach, he brought his left hand to his lower stomach, holding onto the place he was hit. "I-I...well...s-sorry..." He mumbled, shaking a bit, he didn't want any trouble, at least not any physical.
 
The leader hit James again and two of the men hosted James to his feet and held him there as their leader beat on James. James was beat and kicked by all the boys in his group. Vincent swooped down on a cable and kicked the gang leader to the the ground. Vincent rammed into the the boy and let go of the cable. They both fell to yNe ground and Vincent flung himself up to his feet pulling his extendable batons from his utility belt. He brought the down on James's attackers. Vincent broke bones and cracked skulls. The gang members were broke and bloody. Vincent flung James over his shoulder and pulled out his grabbing gun and fired the cord. He and James flew up to the rooftops and Vincent laid James on the ground.


"Are you ok?" Vincent asked his voice distorted by the device clipped onto the inside of his cape.
 
(Oh my, so heroic, yet gory xD )


James flinched at each hit, he shivered from the cold ground, each blow causing him to have a striking gasp for breath.


Than, everything happened so fast...a figure slowly beat away the gang, he felt himself get lifted up, and pulled up away. Next he knew he was on the rooftops.


Resting on the roof, looking up at the figure that had rescued him.


His voice was slightly off, must've been from the sudden rush of action he was experiencing.


"Y...y...yeah...I am. I'm okay...I-I...yeah..." He stuttered, his mind was fuzzy, and his breathing was still a bit off from the recent beating he received.
 
"Good to know," Vincent said looking the boy up and down. James had a minor cut on his lip. James decides to check if there were any more visible wounds on the boy. He lifted up the boy's shirt to look for bruising. There was a little on his stomach and Vincent applies a little bit of pressure on top of the bruise.


"How bad does that hurt?" Vincent asked.
 
He bite his lip as he watched the man pull up his shirt, he was nervous. Very nervous. Few people saw him with his shirt off.


He gasped a little when he felt the pressure, "I-it's fine...it really is..." He spoke in between a quick gasp.
 
Vincent took the pressure off and helped James to his feet. He turned away and started walking away ready to jump onto yen next rooftop. He'd saved the boy from getting killed. That was all he needed even though a thank you would have been nice.
 
James watched the mysterious figure leave, hopping from building to building, seemingly not having a care in the world. He sighed, thinking it all to be a dream, that didn't happen...did it? Did he really just get saved by some vigilante? But never the less, he was thankful. Hurting. But thankful.


He looked around the roof top with one thought on his mind, 'how do I get down?'


( so, should we like time skip now?)
 
Vincent arrived home early in the morning (around 2:30a.m). He stripped off his costume and threw it in the oak chest at the foot of his bed and hid it under some blankets. He was exhausted and he looked at his body in the full length mirror behind his door. He looked like shit. The leather biker padding had done a decent job protecting his body but he still had some minor bruising from the fight with the boys from the Scorpion gang. He flopped down on his bed and immediately fell asleep. He kept seeing Jame's terrified face when he was attacked, his confused face when Vincent was checking his wounds, and the even more confused look when Vincent got up and left. What was he supposed to do? Reveal his identity and ask the boy out on a date. What would be the point? The boy was probably straight.
 
( Little did he know...)


James walked into his room, wincing at each movement, he looked at the clock (1:42 AM), sighing as he laid on his bed, too tired to take off his shirt.


His mind wandered to his savior, the man who probably prevented his death...but it was all good now. Everything was fine, thanks to him.


"I wish I could repay him..." He mumbled quietly, he doesn't know what he looks like...his name...or his identity...or how old he is...woo.


His mind wandered more, thinking of the man until he passed into a deep slumber.


(Time skip? )
 
Vincent woke up the next morning at 6 4 hours later. Fun, how he was going to survive on that today was anyone's guess. He climbed out of bed and took a shower washing his short jet black hair and the rest of his body. He got out and got dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a grey tshirt, his leather jacket, and a pair of combat boots. He brushed his teeth after eating some frosted flakes and a banana. The boy went outside and put on his helmet and climbed onto his black motorcycle heading to school.
 
James finally woke up, only 5 hours of sleep..that can't be good...he hoped out of bed, and went to the bathroom, quickly washing his long blond hair, and his body.


Several minutes later he dried off, and put on his clothing.


A simple black Tee, and deep charcoal jeans, with pearly white trimming, it was one of his favorite jeans. Than he left, and went back to his room, combing his hair, and than going on to lacing his shoes on, simple converse today.


Than after getting all dazzled up, he quickly left his house, school was only about a block or two away, so he could easily walk, and he preferred it, he got some physical activity.


He arrived, the blond boy was walking through the car lot, school was only beginning in about 40-50 minutes, he had time to kill...
 
Vincent's bike roared down the street. He didn't have to drive it to school but he liked to. It was pretty awesome. The jet black exterior and the comfortable leather dip in they body where the seat was. He always imagined having a boyfriend to ride on the back his arms wrapped around Vincent's waist. The boy shook off the thought. There was no was he would ever find someone to love in this shitty town. Two guys holding hands down the street got beat and bashed by thugs and the police did nothing to stop it. The motorcycle roared past James's and Vincent nearly did a double take when he saw him. Luckily he didn't or he would have totaled the bike.
 
James was quite shocked at seeing the boy on the bike roar by, he jumped back a bit, allowing a small shriek to escape his lips, but of course he quickly down played it.


Shaking his head a bit to get back into his normal mind again, than he realized his stomach was hurting, well...his chest more like.
 
Vincent parked and hopped off the bike walking towards the main hall. He held his helmet in his hand and he walks past Jame's blushing slightly as he did. He looked at James's innocently and said,"Sorry man. I didn't see you."
 
"Oh-oh...uh, yeah it's fine!" He smiled lightly, although he couldn't hold it very long until he had to release it, and take a small breath.


"Yeah, it's fine." His chest still hurt...badly.
 
Those eyes, that face. Vincent nearly did a double take. This was gone kid he had saved last night. He saw the pained expression on the boy's face. "Are you ok?" Vincent asked,"You don't look so good."
 
"I've been better...actually, I'd probably be in the hospital, some guy saved me—probably a vigilante...but yeah...he saved me...I was actually going to try, and find him...but...I don't know..." He sighed, "Yeah, you probably think I'm crazy for saying that, at least all my friends do."
 
Vincent wasn't sure how to respond. He'd saved the kid last night and now he was telling people about his exploits. Vincent blushed and looked at James. "What did this vigilante of yours look like," He asked.
 

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