A small, dark figure in a trenchcoat that flapped in the wind. The fedora on the vigilante's head stayed on despite the ferocity of the storm, but justice never sleeps. Vengeance was all Morty Smith knew. Vengeance against those that had wronged him and those that had wronged the innocent civilians of the city.
A beeping sound came from his wrist phone. It was a call from the head of the police department. There was rogue murderer prowling the streets. It was the same one that killed his parents. Mort lifted his scarf over his mouth and leaped off the top of the building onto his personal flying saucer and sped into the night.
The wind roared past his ears, and his orange earmuffs kept the cold out. There was only one thing on his mind: to rid the city of the cold-blooded killer. He flew above the empty streets and drunk people stumbling home from nightclubs. He wished he could party like that, but:
1) He had a busy life. 2) He wasn't old enough to get anywhere without adult supervision.
Suddenly, he saw a hooded figure in the dark alleyway with a bloodied knife in its hand. That's him, Morty thought, and jumped off the flying saucer and did a roll as he hit the ground, then moved his head up really quickly.
"It's time to end this once and for all!" He stated as the robot fists he wore activated to maximum power.
The shadowed figure sneered at him and drew his gun, but Morty was faster. Thanks to his small frame, he easily ran circles around the large man and when he got behind him, struck him with all his might.
The shadowed man flew off into the sky screaming. Morty squinted upwards, trying to spot it but to no avail. The only thing that way was the ocean, and at that velocity, the criminal would not survive.
He pressed a button on his side to call for the flying saucer and radioed the police. "It's done. I'm going back now to do my homework."
While he couldn't tell, the voice on the opposite side of the phone smiled in approval. "Good job, grandson. You'll be a hero one day."
"No, granddad...I'm a vigilante. I only go after those that did something terrible and put and end to them." He clicked the communicator off and looked up into the sky. It was hard work, but someone had to do it.
He hopped onto his flying saucer and flew off, happy that there was one less dangerous person in the city, and reached his hideout before the sun came up. There, he took off his mask and hung it on the coat rack before running upstairs to go to sleep. He was lucky it was summer vacation, or else he'd be missing to much school by fighting crime.
As he walked up the stairs, he heard mysterious footsteps coming from his secret lair. "Sol?" His partner-in-crime usually waited for him in the lobby, so this was unusual. He drew out his knifegun and cautiously approached the entrance. There was no noise coming from the inside. Morty stood away from the door and pushes it open with one hand and jumped aside, awaiting any incoming violence.
There was nothing. Curious. The room was dark, and everything seemed to be in place, but then he noticed something new on the table. He approached it, glancing around for tripwires, and picked up the note that was laying on top of it. He read it out loud:
"To Morty, from--"
He was interrupted by the whizzing of knives flying at his face. Without a moment to spare, he clutched the box to his chest and ducked, rolling under a table.
"Ha hah!" A tall, musclebound man stepped out from the shadows. "You thought it was a present from your girlfriend, but it was from me, Dio!"
"I h-had n-no idea who it was even from in the first place!" Morty retorted and threw the box - which he just realized was empty - at Dio. It booped him in the face.
Dio scowled. "It will take more than that to defeat me!" He turned over a chemistry set to run at Morty to punch him.
"Hey! We were working with that!" Morty took out his knifegun, pushed the button that had it transform into a pistol, and shot Dio several times. The bullets hit his limbs only, but it caused him to stop and deal with the pain. While he was distracted, Morty put on his robot fits once more and punched him clean through the wall and onto the sidewalk twenty stories below.
He definitely died from that.
Morty smiled, then frowned. "Great. Now I have to call the superhero repairman." Disgruntled, he went to sleep. He deserved that.
Morty's Story
A beeping sound came from his wrist phone. It was a call from the head of the police department. There was rogue murderer prowling the streets. It was the same one that killed his parents. Mort lifted his scarf over his mouth and leaped off the top of the building onto his personal flying saucer and sped into the night.
The wind roared past his ears, and his orange earmuffs kept the cold out. There was only one thing on his mind: to rid the city of the cold-blooded killer. He flew above the empty streets and drunk people stumbling home from nightclubs. He wished he could party like that, but:
1) He had a busy life.
2) He wasn't old enough to get anywhere without adult supervision.
Suddenly, he saw a hooded figure in the dark alleyway with a bloodied knife in its hand. That's him, Morty thought, and jumped off the flying saucer and did a roll as he hit the ground, then moved his head up really quickly.
"It's time to end this once and for all!" He stated as the robot fists he wore activated to maximum power.
The shadowed figure sneered at him and drew his gun, but Morty was faster. Thanks to his small frame, he easily ran circles around the large man and when he got behind him, struck him with all his might.
The shadowed man flew off into the sky screaming. Morty squinted upwards, trying to spot it but to no avail. The only thing that way was the ocean, and at that velocity, the criminal would not survive.
He pressed a button on his side to call for the flying saucer and radioed the police. "It's done. I'm going back now to do my homework."
While he couldn't tell, the voice on the opposite side of the phone smiled in approval. "Good job, grandson. You'll be a hero one day."
"No, granddad...I'm a vigilante. I only go after those that did something terrible and put and end to them." He clicked the communicator off and looked up into the sky. It was hard work, but someone had to do it.
He hopped onto his flying saucer and flew off, happy that there was one less dangerous person in the city, and reached his hideout before the sun came up. There, he took off his mask and hung it on the coat rack before running upstairs to go to sleep. He was lucky it was summer vacation, or else he'd be missing to much school by fighting crime.
As he walked up the stairs, he heard mysterious footsteps coming from his secret lair. "Sol?" His partner-in-crime usually waited for him in the lobby, so this was unusual. He drew out his knifegun and cautiously approached the entrance. There was no noise coming from the inside. Morty stood away from the door and pushes it open with one hand and jumped aside, awaiting any incoming violence.
There was nothing. Curious. The room was dark, and everything seemed to be in place, but then he noticed something new on the table. He approached it, glancing around for tripwires, and picked up the note that was laying on top of it. He read it out loud:
"To Morty, from--"
He was interrupted by the whizzing of knives flying at his face. Without a moment to spare, he clutched the box to his chest and ducked, rolling under a table.
"Ha hah!" A tall, musclebound man stepped out from the shadows. "You thought it was a present from your girlfriend, but it was from me, Dio!"
"I h-had n-no idea who it was even from in the first place!" Morty retorted and threw the box - which he just realized was empty - at Dio. It booped him in the face.
Dio scowled. "It will take more than that to defeat me!" He turned over a chemistry set to run at Morty to punch him.
"Hey! We were working with that!" Morty took out his knifegun, pushed the button that had it transform into a pistol, and shot Dio several times. The bullets hit his limbs only, but it caused him to stop and deal with the pain. While he was distracted, Morty put on his robot fits once more and punched him clean through the wall and onto the sidewalk twenty stories below.
He definitely died from that.
Morty smiled, then frowned. "Great. Now I have to call the superhero repairman." Disgruntled, he went to sleep. He deserved that.
THE END