A mysterious man walks the desolate subway, his skin paler than a corpse.
He looks like if u touched his face it would be as cold as ice.
His black hood hides most of his face, but the bandages and bruises were still evident.
Even so, regardless of his features he was evidently young.
Walking, he spots a homeless woman on the floor. He raises a finger to his lips, silently, urging her to stay quiet, then shifts his gaze to his target a middle-aged businessman standing a little too confidently for this hour.
In one fluid motion, the hooded man lowers his head and brushes past him, fingers ghosting through the man's pockets with unnatural precision.
He lifts the wallet cleanly.
Then… he looks up.
"Sorry," he murmurs, handing it back. "You dropped this."
The businessman freezes, anxiety flickering in his eyes."O–oh. Thank you."
Four seconds pass.The hooded man doesn't blink. Doesn't breathe. His cold, unblinking stare still stares.
The businessman fumbles the wallet open, pulls out a fifty dollar bill and hands it over with a trembling hand.
Instantly, the hooded man's expression shifts, not to gratitude, not even to amusement, but something else… a look that says Yeah. Right. Thought so.
A bullet train can be heard on the way down the tunnel.
"Well that's my ride home."
As he walks to the homeless lady he places the 50 dollar bill down.
Then he bolts, sprinting beside the train before leaping onto its side, gripping the metal. He smiles and waves at the homeless woman before hopping ontop of the train, the blur of tunnels swallows him into the dark.
"Time to go see Mr. N" sighing dissapointedly he rubs the scars on his face.
-Elite Gaurd Rank 3 For Mr. N's Liberation Army.
-Allen Pool