Outlanders

Chapter 1 Trial and Errors The sun's setting glow sunk over the grand city, its reflection on the tall glass buildings giving the shining orange its beauty. The streets roamed with citizens and cars passing by ever so swiftly. Lights flared from windows of the buildings. Giving the city its thriving life. With little sun left, the nocturnal comes out. To one of the tall buildings, a figure stood atop. The wind blew through his short, thick hair. His stature, tall and slim. His sweatshirt blew blissfully in the cool wind. A metal like arm gleamed in the city's dimming light. His ember-like eyes scanned the city streets below, looking from a woman talking on her silver phone, to a man taking boxes into a van. His stature was bent and leaned against the edge, the building's ledge against his hips. His eyes stared down everything he saw, like a hawk waiting for its prey. His eyes drifted to a familiar site, a black car with an old man heading into the back of the sleek car. The men in black suits stood guard of the car. His eyes narrowed, “Not making this easy for me huh?” The figure spoke into the night, sighing of the hopeful easy accomplishment he settled out to do. His hands reached for his hood, pulling it over his head. He climbed onto the building's ledge, beginning to climb down its cornered stone-side. his hands are easy to put through the large cracks that look so ancient. His eyes scanned his surroundings once more, finding the easiest route to where he can cut the person off. His eyes skimmed the back alleys one at a time, the map of the city clear in his mind. His body leaped to another building closest, grasping onto the old brick nearly falling off the abandoned building. As he descends down from leaping from both buildings, he soon lands on the concerted ground, still wet from the morning shower. The puddle below him reflected his metallic arm, his stature and the person he became. His pace quickened as he dashed in between alleys to the building that his target was arriving to. The sound of the tiny splashing puddles under his sneakers were the only thing heard from the alleys of the city. The car strolled along the wetted road, the passing of the tall glass buildings shined with the flashing of the screens above for advertisements. Few cars passed by the opposite lane. The man in the back of the sleek black car puffed a cigarette, the smoke drifting along in the back of his seat. The other man driving the car stared intently, his eyes focused on taking to where his boss had him to go to. The man in the back pulled out his phone, “I’m on my way now” The man's voice was gruff and low, his hair was black to grey. Seeming like a very important person. His suit in black like the silk coat of a black stallion, his tie a dark blue as the deep ocean. His hair combed to the side, seeing his slightly parted hair with grey hairs down the side of his head. His grey eyes glanced outside his moving car window. “Yes I understand the Prior wants the machinery done by the weekend. I have a dinner party to attend for the night, the Whites would like to see me to make some arrangements.” A pause approached for a moment. “Yes...of course...Understood...i will call him as soon as I—-“ The conversation was cut short. A slammed fist reached the driver's head, the glass broke into the interior of the car, shattered pieces of glass bounced inside the moving car. The car swerved into a lamp pole, the front of the car bent into all of its frontier parts. The man In the back tumbled over into the creviced room, his phone still in hand but cracked due to the impact. His eyes shot up, scanning his surroundings. Looking backwards, he saw a figure walking straight up to him, the flashing colors of the advertisers flickered onto his hood and his whole body, the metallic arm shining in its light. He glanced over at his driver. The driver's body was slumped, blood dripping down his head onto the middle compartment, making it seem soaked onto the black leathered compartment. With a quick wistful thinking, the man reached for the glove compartment in the second passenger seat, and opened it quickly. Seeing a military grade pistol snuggled into the glove compartment. Before his hand could reach for the black coated pistol, a metallic hand reached in and grabbed his wrist. The hand came from the window already broken on the side. The figure leaned into the car. His voice chills down the man's spine. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” He warned, his tone in clear words of displeasure. The man's eyes tried to scan the other's face, but was covered by his hood. The figure’s other hand reached for the door handle, and the door clicked open. “Get out” The figure said demandingly. The figure let go of his wrist, leaving a bit of a bruise because of the sharp-like pieces of his odd arm. The man's eyes stared down at the figures eyes, hoping to at least buy time. With a leap, the man grabbed the pistol, holding its handle. The figures hand was already back onto his wrist not a moment later. The figure's metallic hand began to squeeze his wrist, the metal pieces beginning to pierce his skin, the sound of nearly crushing bones about to break. “Did I not say to get out of the damn car?” The figure told once more, but with more tone in his voice. The man's eyes began to swim, his vision going in and out. The figures hand grabbed his suit jacket, yanking him out of the car and onto the open road. The man laid on his side, groaning. The pain in his wrist pulsed, his eyes seeing the black and purple bruising and the red of the blood vessels that popped in his wrist. “Honestly, no matter how many times it took for many of the others to get to you, this opportunity just had to be one of those..” The figure sighed. The figure steps closer to him, the reflection of the small puddles of the flickering adversity above, the figure with the metallic arm, and the man soon to have his fate be settled. All reflecting of the memories that will flicker back into mind. The figure’s sneakers stepped into the puddle, it’s ripples quick and unstable. Rippling the world it reflected. His stance came to a halt, his body towering over the man he had caught, now on the wet concreted road. The man's eyes flared up at the unknown figure. His glare staring straight into his soul, his mind wandering. The man staggers to stand up, “who the hell are you?!” The man's voice croaked, the pain in his voice was clear from his nearly broken wrist. His hand was placed over his severely bruised wrist, attempting to not squeeze it from his burning questions and anger. The figure chuckled, “I’m surprised you don’t know who I would be a part of…” The figure stated, “I thought that would be pretty clear hence...you have some “unfinished business” you had with them..” The figure slowly stepped forward toward the man, his arm raising up to his hood. Before the figure could reveal his true identity, the man's eyes widened. “I know who you are...you’re a part of the NightWalkers…” The man stammered, his eyes in a state of fear and regret. His stature weakened, his feet beginning to step backwards. As the figure's hood fell, the man spoke once more. “You’re the infamous Lawrence Blackwall..” The man stammered with his words..his voice shakened. Lawrence gazed at the man, the man giving him wide eyes, a deer in the headlights. Lawrence suddenly gave a small grin, “In the flesh.” He confirmed. Lawrence’s eyes almost seemed to glow, it’s ember-like color almost looking like ambers from a fire. “Now, I have some very important questions for you..” Lawrence continued. “It would be much obliged for you to answer them..because if not..” Lawrence steps forward, closer to the man who’s now in a state of shock and fear. In a matter of seconds, Lawrence’s metallic hand had grasped the man's throat. The man thrashed at Lawrences arm, his short nails making slight screeching sounds against his metal parts to make his attempt to free himself from Lawrence’s grasp. The man struggles to gasp for air, his throat nearly closed shut. “Let’s just say there are some prices to pay..” Lawrence spoke with tone in his voice. Before the man could speak out from Lawrence’s grasp, sirens blared. Lawrence’s eyes scanned behind him, police cruisers came barreling down the road, their wheels kicking up the wet rain that stayed onto the grounded concrete road. Lawrence's eyes shifted to the police cars in front of him. Lawrence pondered, with the rate at it is, he would be caught with accusations and attempting murder. Even so, just being on a mission for him as many times as before. With a final note in his mind, he cursed to himself. His metallic hand loosened up, seeing the man fall to the wet concrete road with a thud. The man gasped the cool air, the air pressuring hard into his lungs causing him to cough. The man's injured hand grasped his throat, continuing to gasp the air he had needed those few seconds ago. With a quick glance around Lawrence, he dashed into the back alley next to him, his patterned feet rushing through the puddles of the alley. The police cruisers came to a screeching halt not long after. Lawrence’s hood was pulled up, his body pressed up against the wall behind him, the shadows being his only camouflage. His eyes glanced over at the police stepping out of their cruisers, jogging over to help the man he was supposedly interrogating. Lawrence’s eyes soon shifted to another person, a man in a trench coat, his hair black as night from a distance. “ Sir, we are taking the suspect into custody.” A fainted voice spoke. A police officer conversated with the man in the trench coat. “Once you take him to the department, take him to the interrogation room, we will take care of the crime scene here.” The trench coated man spoke, his voice calm and yet demanding. Lawrence’s head poked out slightly, wanting to take a better look at the man supposedly in charge of the police on the scene. The trench coated man had hair black as night, his eyes nearly grey-ish blue like a cloudy sky. His hair, short and yet wavy-like. The trench coated man glanced quickly into the near back alley, only to see nothing out of the ordinary. Lawrence’s back was soon again pressed up against the wall behind him, letting himself give a short sigh. With a quick glance back at the scene in progression of being investigated, Lawrence trudged his way deeper into the cold back alley, his figure disappearing into the shadows. The night twinkled above the sky, the moon shining along with the stars lighting the sky. The city's lights lit up with the night as the longing night continued to pass on until dawn had begun to rise.