Post by Faolannus on Sept 22, 2011 14:26:42 GMT -5
A chill filled the bleak dimly lit warehouse; as three thuggish men of different ethnicities stood around a couple tied to a chair. They looked around with a foreboding paranoia as their gagged victims fidgeted with terror. The over weight Hispanic man paced around in his rusty leather boots. Slicking back his ebony hair, he turned to the red neck looking white guy with a distressed query, “When are we going to get rid of these two. The longer we stay here the sooner we get caught by the police. We need to either get our money or kill ‘em.”
“I’m surprised you aren’t more worried about Eastern Wind catching us, Antonio. Hehehehe.” The White man chortled. Walking past the couple he roughly kicked them making them flinch “The good doctor and his wife are going to fetch us a hefty ransom. The boss himself said so.”
The last thug in the room, black and built like a wrestler, finally spoke up. “I‘m starting to t’ink the boss isn‘t coming for them.” His thick Jamaican accent filled his words with foreign grace. “As for the Eastern Wind, there is a lot of smoke being blown out someone’s ass for him. A bed time story for children to sleep better at night. No different from the tooth fairy or a cutout comic book hero, Jacob.”
“Oh I don‘t hit as hard as the tooth fairy.” Out of no where a man stood on boxes, his body cloaked in the shadows of his clothing his face darkened by the obscurity of a strip of dusk. His wine colored shirt and aged leather vest clung tight to his small but muscular frame. Only two things showed brightly through the darkness, one was the metallic pin of Seon that covered a spot on his chest opposite his heart and the other was a no-dachi he wielded in his right hand. “Here let me help you meet her.” He leapt from the box platform faster than a human should be able to. In the blink of an eye the Jamaican was clutching a broken jaw and the Eastern Wind was back in his place. “You’re going to let the good doctor go.” His blade followed a slow seamless arc pointing towards the felons.
“Very funny, you slant eyed freak.” The country bumpkin replied to the Eastern Wind as his thick greasy hand reached towards his back. “Besides…ain’t your momma ever told you not to bring a knife to a gun fight.”
In the same instance that the large revolver was drawn, Eastern Wind had already leapt into the air with a spin, his body horizontal in flight. Before a single bullet was shot and his foot hit the ground, the redneck lost his hand and gun along with it. No blood sprayed from the nub as it appeared to have been cauterized, Eastern Wind was already being targeted by the other two, the Hispanic man pulled out a knife and 9 millimeter as the Jamaican drew an Uzi as he clutched his still bleeding mouth. “Too bad I was starting to have fun.” The Eastern Wind spoke as his blade slashed a curved path and in its wake flowed a wall of burning orange and crimson flames.
The Jamaican man growled out in anger. “Face us, you masked coward.” His finger pulled the trigger and a fire spray of bullets bombarded and passed through the shield of fire. Nothing stirred as the noise died down. A thump sounded behind the flame, and the large black man gave as much of a smile as he could with his broken jaw. “ ‘At did it.”
Not knowing how wrong he was, he let his guard down and that was when Eastern Wind leapt from behind the fire wall. Two meteor hammers launched from his arms and wrapped around the Hispanic’s knife and the Jamaican’s gun. Whipping the chains the knife and gun were ripped from their hands, the knife stuck itself in a rafter beam and the gun was lost within the room. As he brought his weapons back to himself, Eastern Wind saw the two thugs preparing to jump him. With a sweep kick he knocked the two off their feet and whipped the chains around there necks and gave a great tug. The Hispanic man and his Jamaican counterpart butted heads and were knocked out cold as the fell to the ground. The Eastern Wind stood tall and walked towards the kidnapped couple. “It’s okay, I’m here to set you two free.”
The white thug was on the ground in pain crawling for his gun slowly, supposedly unseen behind Eastern winds back. As he took the doctor’s gag out of the man’s mouth. “Eastern Wind watch--.” He spoke out as the white man picked up the gun with his only good hand, only for both to be interrupted as The Eastern Wind hand thrown a dagger from somewhere on his person and caught the gunman’s hand leaving it as useless as his detached one. “Thank you….thank you Eastern Wind you’re a god send. I don’t know how to ever repay you.”
“Just call the police, and an ambulance. Get these men medical treatment so they can be sent to jail afterwards.” He said as he freed the couple and used there bindings to entrap the thugs that had used on them. The fire that the Eastern Wind had started had died down, and then he disappeared into the shadows.
“What a brave man.” Said the doctor’s wife as she watched him leave.
* * * * *
The Eastern Wind dashed out over the roof tops, unlike most superheroes, he couldn’t actually fly. Instead he practiced a new age fad known as Parcour, and with his intense knowledge of martial arts he was able to apply what he knew to bring the art of Parcour to a whole new level. He had gotten comments from the papers like ‘The Street Ninja Strikes Again,” or the “The Kung Fu Punk Saves the Day,” but he was so much more than that. He was able to focus his Ki to make him jump farther, run faster, and climb higher. There was none that could compare to his brand of vigilantism.
Coming to the edge of a building that would stop his progression with a skyscraper, he instead ran for the buildings front corner and leapt high into the air. He launched his meteor hammer to grapple with a flag pole off the side of the skyscraper, and used the momentum to swing to the next building. Being higher than he initially judged he was able to grab a hold of one of the roof’s railings and flipped himself over on to the roof top. He headed for the back which would put him between two buildings and he could rest for a minute and change. He slid down a pipe and landed in the back alley.
Eastern Wind had only two roles in life and his hero days were taxing but rewarding, but now it was getting close to sunrise and his first class of his other life was getting close to starting. He ran down the back alley to his hidden stash of clothing and quickly changed back into his secret identity, and then dashed off to school.
Meanwhile at Darman City Institute, a professor waited outside his classroom watching his watch. He grabbed the door about to close it as a young Korean guy slid in front of him. “Almost late again Mr. Yang.”
“Sorry Professor Smith. Mr. Jin was holding me over at the gym with martial arts questions. Oh and, sir, you can call me Kwan. I wouldn’t be offended.” Kwan said with a smile as he walked inside.
“Heh heh.” the professor chucked as he let Kwan go by. “That’s not quite the point, there is something called the student teacher relationship that has to be maintained. Now take your seat as we go over ancient Chinese mythos.”
“I’m surprised you aren’t more worried about Eastern Wind catching us, Antonio. Hehehehe.” The White man chortled. Walking past the couple he roughly kicked them making them flinch “The good doctor and his wife are going to fetch us a hefty ransom. The boss himself said so.”
The last thug in the room, black and built like a wrestler, finally spoke up. “I‘m starting to t’ink the boss isn‘t coming for them.” His thick Jamaican accent filled his words with foreign grace. “As for the Eastern Wind, there is a lot of smoke being blown out someone’s ass for him. A bed time story for children to sleep better at night. No different from the tooth fairy or a cutout comic book hero, Jacob.”
“Oh I don‘t hit as hard as the tooth fairy.” Out of no where a man stood on boxes, his body cloaked in the shadows of his clothing his face darkened by the obscurity of a strip of dusk. His wine colored shirt and aged leather vest clung tight to his small but muscular frame. Only two things showed brightly through the darkness, one was the metallic pin of Seon that covered a spot on his chest opposite his heart and the other was a no-dachi he wielded in his right hand. “Here let me help you meet her.” He leapt from the box platform faster than a human should be able to. In the blink of an eye the Jamaican was clutching a broken jaw and the Eastern Wind was back in his place. “You’re going to let the good doctor go.” His blade followed a slow seamless arc pointing towards the felons.
“Very funny, you slant eyed freak.” The country bumpkin replied to the Eastern Wind as his thick greasy hand reached towards his back. “Besides…ain’t your momma ever told you not to bring a knife to a gun fight.”
In the same instance that the large revolver was drawn, Eastern Wind had already leapt into the air with a spin, his body horizontal in flight. Before a single bullet was shot and his foot hit the ground, the redneck lost his hand and gun along with it. No blood sprayed from the nub as it appeared to have been cauterized, Eastern Wind was already being targeted by the other two, the Hispanic man pulled out a knife and 9 millimeter as the Jamaican drew an Uzi as he clutched his still bleeding mouth. “Too bad I was starting to have fun.” The Eastern Wind spoke as his blade slashed a curved path and in its wake flowed a wall of burning orange and crimson flames.
The Jamaican man growled out in anger. “Face us, you masked coward.” His finger pulled the trigger and a fire spray of bullets bombarded and passed through the shield of fire. Nothing stirred as the noise died down. A thump sounded behind the flame, and the large black man gave as much of a smile as he could with his broken jaw. “ ‘At did it.”
Not knowing how wrong he was, he let his guard down and that was when Eastern Wind leapt from behind the fire wall. Two meteor hammers launched from his arms and wrapped around the Hispanic’s knife and the Jamaican’s gun. Whipping the chains the knife and gun were ripped from their hands, the knife stuck itself in a rafter beam and the gun was lost within the room. As he brought his weapons back to himself, Eastern Wind saw the two thugs preparing to jump him. With a sweep kick he knocked the two off their feet and whipped the chains around there necks and gave a great tug. The Hispanic man and his Jamaican counterpart butted heads and were knocked out cold as the fell to the ground. The Eastern Wind stood tall and walked towards the kidnapped couple. “It’s okay, I’m here to set you two free.”
The white thug was on the ground in pain crawling for his gun slowly, supposedly unseen behind Eastern winds back. As he took the doctor’s gag out of the man’s mouth. “Eastern Wind watch--.” He spoke out as the white man picked up the gun with his only good hand, only for both to be interrupted as The Eastern Wind hand thrown a dagger from somewhere on his person and caught the gunman’s hand leaving it as useless as his detached one. “Thank you….thank you Eastern Wind you’re a god send. I don’t know how to ever repay you.”
“Just call the police, and an ambulance. Get these men medical treatment so they can be sent to jail afterwards.” He said as he freed the couple and used there bindings to entrap the thugs that had used on them. The fire that the Eastern Wind had started had died down, and then he disappeared into the shadows.
“What a brave man.” Said the doctor’s wife as she watched him leave.
* * * * *
The Eastern Wind dashed out over the roof tops, unlike most superheroes, he couldn’t actually fly. Instead he practiced a new age fad known as Parcour, and with his intense knowledge of martial arts he was able to apply what he knew to bring the art of Parcour to a whole new level. He had gotten comments from the papers like ‘The Street Ninja Strikes Again,” or the “The Kung Fu Punk Saves the Day,” but he was so much more than that. He was able to focus his Ki to make him jump farther, run faster, and climb higher. There was none that could compare to his brand of vigilantism.
Coming to the edge of a building that would stop his progression with a skyscraper, he instead ran for the buildings front corner and leapt high into the air. He launched his meteor hammer to grapple with a flag pole off the side of the skyscraper, and used the momentum to swing to the next building. Being higher than he initially judged he was able to grab a hold of one of the roof’s railings and flipped himself over on to the roof top. He headed for the back which would put him between two buildings and he could rest for a minute and change. He slid down a pipe and landed in the back alley.
Eastern Wind had only two roles in life and his hero days were taxing but rewarding, but now it was getting close to sunrise and his first class of his other life was getting close to starting. He ran down the back alley to his hidden stash of clothing and quickly changed back into his secret identity, and then dashed off to school.
Meanwhile at Darman City Institute, a professor waited outside his classroom watching his watch. He grabbed the door about to close it as a young Korean guy slid in front of him. “Almost late again Mr. Yang.”
“Sorry Professor Smith. Mr. Jin was holding me over at the gym with martial arts questions. Oh and, sir, you can call me Kwan. I wouldn’t be offended.” Kwan said with a smile as he walked inside.
“Heh heh.” the professor chucked as he let Kwan go by. “That’s not quite the point, there is something called the student teacher relationship that has to be maintained. Now take your seat as we go over ancient Chinese mythos.”