*Year: 2005*
*Location: New York City Streets*
*1st POV*
As I strapped my boots on, I pulled on my trench coat, making sure it could fit first, as I had already gotten the other stuff on. Everything was going perfectly, and then came the mask, the thing that would separate the possibility of a semi-normal life from an unfeeling killing machine. Pulling it over my face, I could still somewhat see, but perhaps a few tweaks to the mask could fix that, and it would work for now.
Grabbing hold of a couple of pistols alongside an assortment of ammunition, and a couple of knives for close combat. Once my weapons were all worked out, I went over to a mirror to take a long look at myself, at the new face I would be wearing for the rest of my life. I breathe in and out, knowing full well I had left this life before on my own terms, but now...now I was about to reenter it guns blazing.
Right now, I wanted to focus more on removing any... unnecessary elements from my streets, the usual upstart gangs thinking they had any power here, the usual. Already knew who my first targets were, some idiots calling themselves "The Rats" using the name of my motel to try and strike fear into any other gangs that heard of well...the massacre. Idiots think that would last, and instead of changing their name, well, they forced my hands, and to make sure I wasn't killing a bunch of kids, well, I made sure to scout ahead.
The gang had ten members in total, not bad for something that just started, and well, only a couple of kids were involved. One or two at most, pressured into joining probably, or joined for some form of control in their lives, didn't matter, though I'd spar them this one time but if they joined another fucking gang again, well all bets are off.
Would I enjoy doing this? No, I won't, but will it be worth it to get back into business? Yes, unfortunately, it will be, and send another message to the people here of who has control here. It would also do some good to get ready for what was to come, Homelander and his plot for world domination, or the takeover of the U.S. For that, I would need cash to start innovating a few new toys. I also needed to get a few more weapons from the few contacts I had in the city, made during the little tiff between me and local criminal organizations.
No idea if they would want my business still but well it never hurt to throw a buttload of cash at them, both dirty and clean didn't matter which. I meant that both literally and figuratively, what can I say, not always the cleanest people out there. That and it would be nice to be able to afford the newest pieces of technology when they came out, alongside some investing money in said products.
Sure I'd be knee deep in criminal activity with enough shit on me for any court to throw away the key for life. Well, that would be a tad bit too late as well, my motel is already its own playground of crimes, alongside the street which I'm about to retake control of been though I shouldn't have to. But people are stupid, and well, I began to head out to clean it all up.
Opening the door, I was greeted with the same dirty/dingy hallway as always, something I tried to clean and repair numerous times, but it never worked out. Walking through it, I bumped into a few of my regular tenants, your stereotypical businessmen wanting to relieve some of their stress, or the drugged-out prostitutes, I get all kinds unfortunately but well no normal person would want to stay in this shithole.
Going upstairs, I got a few stares on my way out, mostly confused people until they recognized my mannerisms, the way I moved. Then they stepped back, knowing full well how dangerous I am and that I could kill them at the drop of a hat. I wouldn't, but they saw it happen before, so the threat of it was still possible.
I left through the front door and was greeted with the dirty streets of 2005's New York City, one that had supes roaming it, alongside a bunch of other towns/cities. I loaded my guns, making sure the safety was on so that it didn't go off in my pants for one reason or another, and made my way to The Rats' rathole, a corner street that was perfect for their "thriving" drug business and intimidation purposes.
Walking through the streets, the place was cleaned up a bit quieter now that crime was less public. They knew that the kids who lived here would not be involved in their business, to keep that part of their life away from them, otherwise they would get a visit from me. I'd then teach them the consequences of inovling kids in their shit, it was one of the few good things I could do for them at the very least.
Making my way through the streets, I saw one of the gang members, an adult in his early twenties wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt and black shorts with a gray bandana. He saw me coming up to him and immediately pulled out his gun, so I responded by throwing my knife right between his eyes, killing him before he could get a single shot fired. The pitter-patter of feet alerted me to the remaining nine gang members, and hearing this, I grabbed a trash can and as the first one peeked their head out, I shot the trash can forward. I let my super part of me help out a bit as I extended the length of my arm, giving it a bit more kick to it.
They were launched forward, giving me more time to charge in for some close-quarters combat. I ran near the alleyway's entrance just as the rest peeked their heads out, allowing me to deliver a devastating punch to the Latino man's face. The others took a step back, grabbing their guns, but I was quicker as I grabbed my gun, turned the safety off, and shot the man I just punched in the face.
I then shot at the nearest man next to them, just as they raised their guns ready to shoot, I shot my free hand forward, letting the back tendrils loose, being shaped into spies, piercing their heads easily. Bringin ghte number down to five in total, two kids barely fifteen with the other three being adults that just pissed themselves seeing me gank four of their friends in under a minute.
I charged forward, putting my arm back in its proper place, and balled into a fist as I knocked one of the kids out. One of the men punched me in the face, thinking it would do some damage, but really, all it did was annoy me. That and give me my next target as I pistol-whipped him, knocking out or killing him, dealer's choice. Leaving only one kid who fell and backed himself into the alley wall, and the two remaining adults who dropped their guns, choosing to run away.
Seeing this, I grabbed the kid by the shirt collar and dragged him out of the alley as I raised my pistol, firing two shots. One got a bullet in the head, the other, well, I aimed for his leg more specifically in an area without a major artery. He still had some use as I dragged the now panicking teenager who tried to force me to let go of him, begging me not to kill him, which I wasn't.
"Please, please don't do this, we're sorry we intruded on your-" the man begged, on the ground as he tried to crawl away, but I interrupted him.
"I'm giving you a way out, spread word that this street is all mine and I'm thinking of expanding, you got that?" I told the man as I kneeled down, pointing a pistol at his temple, the gang member now crying, knowing full well that if he didn't say yes, he would die.
"Alright, Alright we'll stay away, hell I'll tell everyone I know not to-" *bang*
I shot him in the face and stood back up, lifting the kid up as well to eye level, staring into his fear/panicked eyes. The kind that screamed, "Don't kill me, please," the kind amateur gangsters and kids like these guys had all the time.
"That message was for you and your friend, and don't let me find you here again, you got that?" I then let him go as he nodded, running back to the alleway probably to pick his friend up and get out of here.