Costumed Vigilantes.

White Knight~ By the time I got to the scene Simon was already taken out.


White Queen~

I got Requiems message and got in my suit and got in the black knight. I took off and flew towards the fire. Requiem was already there. From in the air I dropped a water capsle from the ship a small sphere that burst and drenched the docks with water, I dropped three of these, but the fire still blazed in areas. I flew the ship to be even with the place with the most flames. I opened the compartment and started ushering on the the trapped people.

*Someone needs to go help Killer Monday*
*Since these are relatively simple crimes it only takes two people to handle them. So if there are already two people on the case, don't drop in and fix the problem.* (cough cough bolt)

Henry, Shock Bot~!~

"Alert, Alert, Alert. Terror code green. Killer Monday in trouble," the computer rang through the cave.

I walked over to it then said, "Send location into suit GPS."

"It has been sent, to battle suit C," The computer said.

After that I ran and picked out battle suit C, which was a larger version of my other suit with more weapons in it. I hopped in the suit then flew out of the lair through the ceiling. As soon as I left the suit took over and sent me to Monday's location.

Requiem

A shape that could only be the Black Night soared over his just as he reached the docks district, moving faster than he'd expected. Spheres dropped from the ship and burst over the fires, drenching some buildings enough to give those fire fighters present a hand. The Black Knight swooped down onto one of the buildings and opened a compartment. He could see the silhouette of the White Queen ushering people onto her ship.

Requiem was more concerned with what was going on on the ground. Neither the White Queen nor the fire fighters nor the police officers were where he was, and he could see a pair of punks tossing Molotov cocktails at a warehouse, laughing hysterically at the whooshing sound of flames billowing out of broken windows.

In the same street, other punks were fighting each other. Who's here? Requiem thought, moving to get a better look at their jackets. Every single leather jacket had one of two logos on the back - either a drop of blood in the corner issuing from the corner of an eye, or a skull half-covered in flesh. Red Tears and Cadavers.

One broke away from the fight, running towards the alley in which Requiem had hidden himself with a panicked look on his face. A Cadaver pursued him, switch blade in one hand. As the Red Tear ducked into the shadows of the alleyway, not seeing him, Requiem stuck his cane out in front of the man's feet. He shouted and went sprawling flat onto his face, moments before Requiem’s cane swung again several times, cracking against his body.

The Cadaver skidded to a stop at the alley mouth, squinting. The he shouted out, “Hey, it’s Bird-face!” Even as he finished his mocking yell, the metal handle of Requiem’s cane slammed into his face, cracking teeth and breaking his nose. He screamed, even as Requiem shifted his grip on his walking stick. The other end – also metal – swung up to hit the man hard between the legs, putting him completely out of action for a good long time.

Two down, eight to go. The gang members didn’t know who to fight at first, glancing from the vigilante to each other, but things were soon decided for them. The cane swung out again to strike a solid blow against a Cadaver’s ribs, a loud cracking sound filling the air of the side street. Requiem collected a garbage can lid with his other hand and spun, slamming its rim into the cheek of another criminal before bringing his cane down on the man’s head.

The remaining six came at him now, and he at them. He planted his cane in the ground before him and pushed himself off it and into a flying side kick, catching a Red Tear in the throat. He twisted even as his foot connected, cane swinging around to catch one of his victim’s comrades in the back. He landed and delivered a quick secondary kick to his ribs.

How are things so far? Two hospitalised, probably critical. Two severely injured. Two dead. Four left. He caught a gleam of fire out of the corner of his eye and leapt backwards, away from it. A glass bottle smashed into the ground a moment later, a fireball blooming from it as the petrol inside it was ignited.

Screaming in suicidal fury, a Red Tear leapt through the blaze like some hellish apparition. He didn’t even notice his burning jacket as he landed, slashing at Requiem wildly. The doctor backpedalled, leaning away from every knife stroke.

Finally, he grabbed the man’s arm just below the elbow, stepping past him and wrenching it backwards. A sickening snap followed, and Requiem pulled on the arm again. The Red Tear was screaming now, sobbing and begging for his mother as he fell to his knees. Requiem leaned back on one leg and drove his other foot into his face. “Made a mistake there, Bird-face.” A voice murmured from behind him, a knife laying itself across his throat, “He was my brother.”

“You made a mistake yourself.” Requiem murmured.

“Huh?”

‘Bird-face’ shook one arm, spreading his fingers slightly to catch his steel syringe just past the point. The he flicked his wrist and drove it up into the man’s gut.

The Red Tear grunted, “Y-you’re dead now, id…” he froze up suddenly, his knife dropping from his fingers, and Requiem slipped out of his grip as fast as he could, pushing the plunger at the top of his syringe down and injecting the remaining contents into the fool.

He withdrew the weapon and wiped it on his coat, “Fast-acting tetanus.” He explained as the man collapsed, writhing as all his muscles locked up before becoming completely still, his eyes fixed on Requiem.

“You’ll never move again.” Requiem finished, then looked to the two Cadavers who remained, “Either of you want to try me?” Their hurried footsteps echoed away from him as they fled into the dark of the night.

*Can someone pull m character in?*