It’s nighttime in the city, a light rain falling to the pavement. Between some of the cramped buildings, someone has decided to walk down a seemingly empty alley. All that’s there is a dumpster, locked doors, and some trash lying about. Or so it seems, until out of the shadows, 4 thugs surround the unsuspecting erby. “That’s some nice stuff you got there.”
The person is average in height, with orange eyes and hair. He’s wearing a red shirt with one sleeve torn off and a pair of black pants. What’s probably caught the thug’s attention however, is the set of rings on his fingers. There are three in total, all sporting some lovely looking gems.
“We don’t have anything like that.” Another thug says, stepping towards him. “How about you share with us?”
“Share huh?” The man frowns. “Sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He walks past the thug in front of him, but of course, it isn’t that easy, as he quickly feels a hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t think you’re catching my drift buddy.” The thug’s grip tightens. “The rings, now.”
“I have a name you know.” The man looks back. “It’s Kuma.” He grins. “And I think you’re the ones not sharing. His hands go up, now holding a diamond necklace. “Looks like you’ve been busy today.”
“What!?” The thug pats his pockets down. “How did you…” His fists clench with anger. “Get him!”
The other three thugs rush towards Kuma. Before any of them can make an attack though, he steps to the side and slams his fist into one of their faces. The thug falls back and hits his head against the alley wall, knocking him out instantly. The other two try hit him while he’s attacking the first, but Kuma easily moves out of the way, dropping his elbow on one. The other he kicks in the groin, before kneeing in the face once he’s crouched from the pain, knocking him out too. The thung on the ground doesn’t even have the time to try getting up before he’s kicked in the face and incapacitated, leaving only the first thug to deal with. Terrified, the thug draws a pistol. “Don’t move!”
Kuma sighs. “People always want something from me. To act a certain way, or do a certain thing. I’m sick of it.” He takes a step towards the thug. “There are things I can do. Thinks ONLY I can do, that I care about even if others don’t like it.”
“I-I’ll shoot!” The first thug exclaims defensively, shaking like a leaf.
“Go ahead.” Kuma holds his ringed hand up. “Let me show you my power.”
BANG
The thug shoots, but as he does, one of Kuma’s rings start to glow. In an instant the bullet is deflected. The thug attempts to shoot some more, but it’s completely ineffective. Then, Kuma raises his hand out towards the thug. “This is too easy.”
A different ring flashes and small explosion emanates from his hand, blasting the thug back. Kuma walks up to him and attempts to feel his pulse.
“...Guess you got lucky.” Kuma smiles. “Well. not THAT lucky.” He searches their pocket, taking all their valuables before making his way out of the alley. He holds his hand up, looking at his rings. ‘No one’s going to tell me what to do with these.’ He thinks. ‘If I’m the only one with this power, I’ll do what I want with it. Who cares what other people think?’
The End
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