Literally Batman
World's Greatest Detective
☬ Predator ☬
Act I: Trouble Rising
"No...please, no!"
"Don't move, lady."
The woman held her breath as the cloaked man rummaged through her purse. He looked up at her in disdain. "Aren't you supposed to be a rich? Where's the cash?"
"I l-leave it at home....in my p-personal safe."
"Awe, isn't that sweet?" He pointed his dagger at her. "We got plenty of time, why don't we take a field trip to that house of yours! And then we'll crack open your little safe, and then maybe you, me, and Mr. Dagger over here can head over to my dumping place."
"They-they'll find you! You know that, don't you!"
"Who're you talking about!"
"The Predators! They'll get you, you'll pay for all this!"
He snorted. "The wittle wady thinks the Pwedators will show up to fight the big, mean bandit," he said in a mock-baby voice, before returning his normal tone- cold and harsh. "Get real."
"They will! They hunt people like you!"
He angrily ripped off his glove, revealing a tattoo on the back of his hand. It was a skull with thorns and a rose blooming on its side. "You see this?! You see this?! I am a member of the Deathwish, the biggest bandit group in the country! No filthy hybrids can bring us down- hey!" In that moment, the woman had began to run.
The bandit was, however, vastly faster than the woman. A silver flash shot through the air, running through her back. The life drained from her eyes as she fell to the ground, blood pooling in the dirt around her.
The bandit sighed, looking down at his bloody dagger. "Damn it. There goes my safe combo."
"Don't move, lady."
The woman held her breath as the cloaked man rummaged through her purse. He looked up at her in disdain. "Aren't you supposed to be a rich? Where's the cash?"
"I l-leave it at home....in my p-personal safe."
"Awe, isn't that sweet?" He pointed his dagger at her. "We got plenty of time, why don't we take a field trip to that house of yours! And then we'll crack open your little safe, and then maybe you, me, and Mr. Dagger over here can head over to my dumping place."
"They-they'll find you! You know that, don't you!"
"Who're you talking about!"
"The Predators! They'll get you, you'll pay for all this!"
He snorted. "The wittle wady thinks the Pwedators will show up to fight the big, mean bandit," he said in a mock-baby voice, before returning his normal tone- cold and harsh. "Get real."
"They will! They hunt people like you!"
He angrily ripped off his glove, revealing a tattoo on the back of his hand. It was a skull with thorns and a rose blooming on its side. "You see this?! You see this?! I am a member of the Deathwish, the biggest bandit group in the country! No filthy hybrids can bring us down- hey!" In that moment, the woman had began to run.
The bandit was, however, vastly faster than the woman. A silver flash shot through the air, running through her back. The life drained from her eyes as she fell to the ground, blood pooling in the dirt around her.
The bandit sighed, looking down at his bloody dagger. "Damn it. There goes my safe combo."