5 Hours before 'Fall'
Mott Haven
In a dark dingy alley three men beats up a man while a fourth holds a woman by her waist behind the dumpster, molesting her as she struggles to free herself up and save her husband.
"Why are you doing this to us?"
She cried, pleads to the thugs but the captives cry for mercy is ignored as her bald captor tried to slip his left hand under her shirt.
"Hahaha!!!! Canadian Ass for Thanksgiving boy's"
The bald captor who was clearly the leader of the thugs laughed out.
"Please" the woman begged "I'll do anything but let him go, PLEASE, leave him, let him GO!"
"Anything we say,-'Eh' "
The leader exclaimed with a hungry look on his eyes as his henchmen kept beating the husband in front of her.
"Sing your anthem then-'Eh' "
She winced as he grabbed her jaw and brought her cheek closer to his, so close that she can feel his hard rough beard.
"SING IT, YOU BLOODY WHORE. SING IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT"
" O Canada!" She whispered "Our home and native land!"
"SING IT LOUDER YOU B"ITCH" he screamed
"TRUE PATRIOT...love in all of us command."
She sobbed as he started to unbutton her shirt and his crew left a bloody Canadian mess on the alley floor and enjoyed the show.
"With glowing...hearts we see thee rise"
"What a fine piece of ass you got 'EH' Haha haha
Is it virgin?
Well it won't be when we are done with you"
The men chuckled at the statement.
"Now turn around and bend over the wall so that your Damn husband can watch your titties bounce while we fuck your brains out. 'EH' "
The bald man instructed as the whole group burst into laughing.
"You know they don't say 'Eh' in every sentence, Right?" Suddenly a man's voice came out of nowhere
They all looked at the alley entrance and saw a man walking up to them.
It was dark and the light from the street including the man's dark clothing made it impossible for them to see anything but a silhouette.
As he got closer all they could figure out was a face mask which covered the lower half of his face and looked like a jaw of a skeleton and medium length hair that covers one side of the man's face
"Buzz of bruh" One of the henchman threatened swinging his crowbar.
"It's actually more like 'okay?' or 'right?' in their English"
The Mystery Man continued his lecture on Canadian English while getting even closer.
"And you definitely don't treat a woman like that. Unless obviously....she is into the...." He clears his hroat "Those 'kinky stuff'...." he said air quoiting 'kinky' and 'stuff'
"....Also you always say please...."
"It's not Halloween kid. Stop playing Batman and go home to your Mommy"
One from the group laughed out.
Irritated by the gangs remarks, the Mystery Man answered
"First. ☝
Batman!! Seriously? If you want to compare me with a comic book character then do it with The Joker Or Jason Todd. Although I like Dick Grayson better. And I obviously don't mind Batman he is in fact my favourite. But he is completely opposite of me. He is like super rich and his BODY!! Oh My god I could never have a body like that magnificently muscular. Although I don't want to cause it will only make me slow like it did to Trunks in the Cell Saga.
Anyway Second.✌
Sing it like you mean it? Seriously? Who are you John Reuben?"
While he was speaking hurriedly, like he would miss the train, 3 men quietly sneaked up behind him.
"And Third.
Clever strategy 4 man inside doing the job and 3 outside looking out for threats. But come on man. You thought I wouldn't know if 3 men are sneaking up on me?"
And with that, the 'Mystery Man' turned and surprised everyone with a quick side-kick under the chin to the first guy behind him, knocking him out cold
But he didn't stopped their.
The 'Mystery Man' then stepped forward to the rest of the two sneaking men who were right next to each other, confused of the unknown scenario.
He punched the second guy on his right in the throat and then on a quick Jab with his left hand to the nose breaking it.
The third guy plunged toward the 'Mystery Man' with a knife.
But the 'Mystery Man' tilted his body a little towards his right, allowing the right-handed knife to cross over his shoulder, then grabbing the guy's right hand with his left, he turned around, got his arm under the guy's shoulder and then stepping his left foot backwards pulled the guy off the ground, over his shoulders and slammed him on the floor in front of him. Performing an excellent Seoi Nagi.
Still holding the hand he turned the guy over on his face. Took the knife and hid it in his cuffs. Kicked and stomped on the right shoulder. Then wrapped his left leg around his right arm executing a standing leg lasso.
Then bringing his foot under the injured shoulder and with one Swift motion kicked his leg towards right and pulling the arm at the same moment, snapped the shoulder bone in pieces.
The guy screamed in excruciating pain. Witnessing this the second guy ran away with his bleeding nose.
"That's a smart guy", Mystery Man remarked pointing at the fleeing man. Then addressed his victim,
"And if you keep screaming I will break more bones. And next time aim for midsection of the body if you aren't trained with knife. Now run while you can and... please don't bother coming back with reinforcement"
"Now where were we before I started kicking their ass?
Oh yes. Please stop saying 'EH' it sounds more like a creepy burp than an intimidating threat.
Like you are trying to digest last night's three day old pineapple pizza.
Now then....what are you guys?
Leather Jacket, Unhealthy beards, Ugly tattoos, Bikes standing around the corner, Green Bandanas, Biker Gang. No doubt.
Also, all of you are like super white so am just gonna assume you guys are Racist. Hence..... Nazis.
So a Nazi Biker Gang in Mott Haven...hmmmm"
Resting on his left arm, he rubbed his chin with his right hand like indulging in a deep serious thought.
"Are you guys homophobic?
Is that why you guys are ganging up on Canadians cause they legalised Gay marriage..."
"They did?"
The youngest of the group exclaimed with an unusual enthusiasm
"Yup."
"Look kid you don't know who you are messing with. We work for Prince and he owns these streets. So you should leave now unless you wanna end up like that bozo"
This time it was the leader who warned pointing towards the Canadian man now wrapped under his wife
Now the mystery man stopped on his track and measured everyone one-by-one
He was just a few feet away from them.
"So what do you guys call yourselves?
The Prince's Bride?.....*snickered*Get it?"
"Why you!!! Get that fagot"
"Yup! Totally homophobic..." Mystery Man said while dodging an incoming brass knuckled punch and returning one of his own at the assailants groin.
Then a Push kick sends him towards the dumpster, hitting him hard and knocked out
Then a Push kick sends him towards the dumpster, hitting it hard and knocked out
"I wonder if Harry Potter universe is Homophobic." He continued while ducking a swing from a crowbar from another guy.
Then delivered multiple left hooks aiming for his liver.
And sealed the deal with a right uppercut under the jaw then bashed his head on the wall.
Instantly the third guy threw himself towards the 'Mystery Man' trying to pin him down to the ground.
But the 'Mystery Man' slide his left arm under his jaw and joined his right with his left hand.
Then started falling backward to the ground locking a guillotine choke.
But acknowledging the presence of one more opponent he quickly transit the choke into a tomo nagae, by placing his shin on his opponent and using his pace and momentum to throw him over.
"I know it's kinda a children's book but if it can deal with slavery and racism..."
The mystery man continued blabbering as he stood up and his opponent also tries to do the same. But the moment the thug got back on his trembling feet, the mystery man lifted his body using his left hand as a support and landed a Capoeira style roundhouse kick on the side of his head.
"...so why not talk about the rainbow flag owners"
He saw the captive women clutching her husband to her chest, scared to death witnessing all the violence.
"What are you still doing here. Watching a free show? Get out of here"
Now he turned his attention towards the leader who just vanished behind the dumpster while the Canadians left of.
"Camon, let's end this quick I have got a date"
And just like the mole from whack-a-Mole arcade game the leader popped out behind the dumpster and pointed a pistol at the 'Mystery Man'
"You really want to do that?"
The 'Mystery Man' asked.
"You..you killed my men." The leader replied
stammering.
"No I didn't. They are still breathing."
"Well then you beat up my men. And no-one do that here. I run this place...."
" Do that? Rest in peace English. And I thought that guy....Prince or something....he runs this place and you were just his errand boy like Batman's butler only ugly and dumb and just pathetic"
"F-f-fuck YOU"
And with that the bald man pulled the trigger.
With a spark of fire and ear bursting loud bang the bullet would rush out of the barrel scattering all the chemical residue, swooping towards its victim.
The mystery man tried to duck but stopped midway, cause nothing happened.
Confused, the leader pulled the trigger again, the gun clicked like the last time but nothing happened, he pulled it again and again and again but the bullet never showed up.
"Hah! That's why I prefer a good ol revolver. Oh by the way your men aren't here so feel free to beg" chuckled the Mystery Man
"P-please don't kill me" the leader dropped the gun and held his hand up in the air in a surrendering manner.
"Oh honey."The mystery spoke in an dramatically sweet tone like a mother consoling her child "I am not going to kill you. It's Thanksgiving."
He pulled the small knife from his black coats cuffs and walked towards the leader.
"And I promise I won't hurt you" He continued in the same crazy sweet tone"Unless you do"
Instantly the the gangsters face went from racist man white to a dead man white colour.
"W-w-what?" He stuttered
"Yes!" Replied coldly the Mystery Man now with a hint of craziness in the voice. Now uncomfortably close to the scared man.
"You are going to hurt yourself as a reminder of this night. And if you don't....." He caressed the edge of the knife on the pale white face of the man "...I Will"
The thug cried out now,
"W-why are y-you doing this to me?"
"Boy! I am having a terrible Deja vu moment here. Okay wait sing your national anthem"
The thug tried to spoke up but stopped as the 'Mystery Man' yelled at him to sing it like he mean it.
With a broken voices he started,
"Oh, say can you see..."
But got interrupted by the 'Mystery Man'
"No, nope, stop stop stop...stop. I can SEE that I would much rather listen to Cruise talk about Scientology than you singing. Now tell me your name"
"Angelo" The bald man replied
"It's a beautiful name." 'Mystery Man' praised silently. "So change it, you don't deserve it"
"I will....I will....just don't kill me" Angelo begged, crying as he stared into the eyes of his assailant. They were like burning coal, only if coals were blue in colour. And insane. After all this year's Angelo has finally seen the face of fear.
"Angelo! Angelo! Calm down" He consoled him "Now tell me with which hand do you occasionally write something?"
Angelo lifted his write hand the 'Mystery Man' hold it very tenderly up the wall with his left.
Then like a big brother he held Angelo from his left shoulder
"Now listen carefully I am going to cut off your left Middle finger. Okay"
And he Shoved the knife into the right middle finger with his right hand.
"AHHH!!" Angelo cried out in pain
"Oops sorry I said left. Sorry for that...."
Now he took the left hand, placed it on the wall and jammed the knife in the finger joint.
"Now whenever you think of having sex look at those fingerless hands and remember this night, cause one day, I Will come back when you try something like this again."
He got his lips closer to Angelo's ear and whispered
"I promise"
Then he walked away from the bleeding mess after finishing his one-liner.
And in the pain Angelo shoutout
"Who the fuck ARE you?"
'Mystery Man' stopped and lifted his mask. Turned his head a little towards Angelo and replied as a broad smile covered his face
"Am the Devil Incarnate"