Mercy me, God bless catastrophe... (Closed Topic)

(My bad if theres any typos, I lost this post three times so I got a little tired of re-reading it =/...)

Derek turned the corner out of an ally, with the smell of a his favorite special herb following closely behind him. Starting off the day the best way he knew how, with a nice buzz. With a cigarette held loosely between his lips in a attempt to cover up the sweet smell of Mary Jane that so obviously coated his clothing, Derek began to walk in a random direction, down a long street in the big city, Chicago. Not heading to any certain destination, just where-ever his feet decided to carry him. Derek wore a pair of plain dark-gray jeans with black boots so he would have no restrain on his moving capabilities, and a tight black t-shirt with a skull in the center of a crimson heart on the front. He walked at a very slow pace, with both hands dug into his front pockets. It was still early in the day, no later then noon. The sun was shining high and bright in the sky, but the breeze flowing through the air made it pretty chilly out. With his head held low, and his shoulders hunched over in what most people would call ‘bad posture’, Derek was just waiting for something or someone to need him. Skiba liked being a superhero, even though he never seemed to get the recognition he rightfully deserved, he still liked to help out. Saving someone from death is one of the best feelings a person can achieve, and Derek was good at making that happen, so it was the best line of work for him. Even if most people these days never took the time to appreciate how much a super-hero really helped out, they only saw all the damage caused while doing so. If only they knew just how bad things would get without a superhero around to save their sorry asses all the time.

Derek stopped moving when he aligned with an alley way, and heard a women scream out for help. Lifting his head up, and turning to his left down the long, dark ally way that lead to the back of a bunch of stores, he saw some thug trying to steal a defenseless women’s purse. She had probably just got off a early shift at work, and decided to take the back way out to her car when this guy decided he wanted to fuck with her. Easily overpowering the women, this guy wearing a skiing mask had her purse in his hand and began sprinting in Derek direction, out of the ally. Skiba sighed, and waited for the man to get closer to him before stopping him dead in his tracts. This guy thought he could easily overpower and just shove Derek out of the way then keep running. Derek wasn’t very fierce looking, he was only in his early twenties, so no-one really looked at him as much of a threat. Skiba knew that and used it to his advantage a lot though while fighting super-villains or even just regular men, like this guy. That was a good thing about being a young superhero who didn’t wear a costume and wasn’t a seven foot tall muscle head. Derek was always underestimated, everyone thought they could just push him aside, not knowing his true strength.

As he got closer and closer, Skiba lifted his arm up, and made a gun with his index finger. Pointing his finger that it was a gun at the man, a slight grin appeared his Derek’s face. ”Bang.” Just after that word slipped his tongue an energy wall appeared in front of the thug. He was busy looking back at the women and didn’t pay attention to what was going on in front of him. Being caught by surprise he sprinted straight into it. With all of his momentum, he fell straight onto his ass, and Skiba just started to laugh at the poor guy. He had no idea what he was getting into. Just as quickly as the wall appeared, it vanished, much faster then this guy’s eyes could even tell what just happened. He quickly got back to his feet and wasted no time. This guy thought he had the strength to actually hurt Derek, so he threw a punch straight at Skiba’s face. ”Eh, what the fuck! I’ll teach you to mess with me little…” Without even trying to dodge, Derek just kept smiling and let the thug’s fist collide directly into the left side of his jaw. He couldn’t even finish his sentence, his words were replaced with screams of agony. He broke most of his fingers and obliterating his knuckles the second his fist hit Derek. Skiba quickly stepped forward, and poked the man with his finger gun which was sparking with electricity. Only about the same amount as in your standard tazer, enough to not the guy out for awhile and stop him from struggling for a bit.

He collapsed instantly and the women came sprinting up from the ally. She quickly snatched her purse from the man’s grasp, and turn to face Derek. ”Thank you so much!.” She was very happy that Skiba stopped that guy from stealing from her so she leaped forward at Derek and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a hug. As she released her grip of him, Derek moved his hand back into his front pocket, Skiba simply nodded his head at her, showing his respect. It’s not like it was much trouble for him, all he had to do was let the guy punch him, and it was over. ”I already called the cops, but I’m kinda suppose to be somewhere right now, can you please make sure this asshole gets what he deserves?” She asked sincerely then kicked the man in his ribs. While looking into her eyes, she looked very innocent and shocked, she didn’t look any other then sixteen. No-one can rob such a defenseless girl and still look in a mirror and call themselves a man… ”Not a problem, you go do whatever it is you gotta’ do. I’ll babysit this punk til’ the cops show up.” She then went her way, over to her car or something. Derek didn’t really pay attention after that, he was more focused on the guy laying at his feet. Skiba kneeled down, taking his hands out of his pockets, he ripped the ski mask off the guy, and then proceeded to throw him against the wall. All Derek had to do now was wait a little for the cops to show up, but who knew how long that could take. Skiba stood up and reached back into his pocket, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a black lighter. He flicked opened the cap, then a single cigarette with his thumb then moved the pack close his mouth. Using his lips to grab the cigarette, and his other hand to take the lighter, Skiba then returned the pack back to his pocket. He had to bring his hand back up from his pocket and shield the cigarette from the wind while he lite it. After inhaling the first puff of smoke, he also returned the lighter to his pocket. Then, leaning against the wall standing next to the thug, Skiba placed both hands back into his pockets and starred up at the clouds. Just smoking, and relaxing, waiting for another interesting thing to happen to him in this crazy city he called home…

After a couple minutes of waiting, police sirens finally came racing around the corner. Taking the final drag of his cigerette, Derek pushed the filter out of his mouth with his tongue then stepped off the wall to face the cop car. The police man got out of his car and rushed over to Derek and the thug unconscious as his feet. "Good job Sir. I'll take it from here." The man said then lift the guy up off the ground and hand-cuffed him. Derek helped him move the thug into the back of his car then he nodded his head towards the police as he started up his engine and drove off. Derek then started to mindless walk once again.

Just another boring day in Chicago for Skiba. He kept walking through the big city as time pasted, it seemed like there was nothing going on in the big city. Skiba walked past just another building with something caught his attention. "And the next fighter to take on the Queen of the Ring is... Paine..?" A announcer talking through a microphone to a loud, cheering crowd. Even from outside, Derek could hear the announcers voice blarring through the speakers. Athoughsand thoughts ran through Dereks mind, 'Pain? Here in Chicago? He's pretty far out from New York...' Without wasting another second Derek stepped through the front doors into a large crowd all gathered around a ring.

He walked up to the sign up table and looked down at the registration list. After scrolling through a few names he found it. 'Paine... That's what I thought. I knew the big guy wouldn't be in some fight club in the outskirts of Chicago...' But Derek had nothing better to do, so he decided to sign up and see just what this guy could do. If you gonna take the name of the great superhero 'Pain' you have to be able to back it up, so who knows what could happen. It may After signing up his name, Derek found a confertable seat in the back where he could see the ring perfectly without a bunch of idiots jumping on him. There was spot light following some silver haired girl as she prepared for a fight in the center of the ring. Even more thoughts raced through his mind after seeing her. "Wait....What...Paine is a chick?!" Derek signed and facepalmed after realizing what he had just done 'I gotta pay attention more... I just signed up to fight some girl...' Theres was nothing he could do now, but sit back and enjoy the show, see what Paine could do.

Let's say this is Miss Misfit. :]

Spoiler:

She was breathing slow, steady, calm. The simple inhale and then exhale passed her slightly ajar orifice, lips moist after her tongue ran over them. A camera swiveled around of herself and the large, beastly looking woman that made her appearance. It was evident that the woman with long, red hair and muscle mass of a male body builder worked out. Paine looked a bit scrawny, but her muscles were noticed. She appeared to be a softer female, but it was easy to mistake her for a weakling when she looked like a petite female. She stood nearly a whole head shorter than Miss Misfit, who's real name is Risty. The woman, being large, had a softer voice than would be imagined coming from her six feet, three inch tall form. "Let's do this," Risty said, her voice cracking a bit. Paine nodded and let her stance shift gently, sliding her left foot forward just as Risty's forearm slammed into Paine's temple, tossing her so easily into the caged wall. She took the blow without hesitation and sat there for a moment.

The announcer came on the loudspeaker. "Oh no! It looks like Risty's got herself another KO!" Paine heard this and her eyes instantly flicked open. The camera was down in her face. She scowled and gave the camera a glare full of icy daggers. She pulled herself up and smirked, giving Risty a nod. "Let's.. fucking.. do .. this!" Paine stated, separating the words as she made a dash toward the beast of a woman. Paine's own fist came with a startling amount of force to Risty's solar-plexus. The blow had Risty stumbling backward into the caged wall. With a snarl from the beast, and with red hair flying around of the tan skin and blue eyes, it was as if fire was engulfing the female. Paine only smirked and let her icy touch crawl over her finger tips. She moved her hand up and slipped it against a pressure point just along Risty's collar bone and gave it a little jab. It had Risty falling to her knees. Paine had completely let her own anger and rage take over. She released the pressure hold and moved her hand back, allowing Risty to get up.

The red head arched an uppercut to Paine's jaw, sending her a good bit into the air. The four feet free fall seemed slower from Paine's perspective while she arched into a back-flip, the toe of her converse catching Risty's chin, straight kicking her jaw out of place. Paine gritted her teeth and landed in a crouch, her right knee supporting her muscle mass while she looked toward Risty. "Wow! This Paine girl's got potential, what do you think, crowd?!" They weren't spitting out names, or ridiculing Paine anymore. They were booing Risty and cheering Paine on. Boosting Paine's ego only made this fight more entertaining to herself. She chuckled, and, without a single sign of fatigue showing on her face, she drew back her fist and slammed it against Risty's face, right into her left zygote. Paine felt the cheek bone become a cracked set of fragments underneath of her punch. Risty's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the woman falling backward and landing in a straight KO.

The crowd was alive, and the announcer was spitting out compliments, stating that they might have a new champion. Paine was breathing, slowly, steadily, and with a calmness that she had before the match started. She smiled and looked toward the camera, waving her arms up in the air. "I came to bring the Paine!" she bellowed, her voice barely holding a petite feminine attribute in any form or fashion. She was indeed her father's daughter, but she wasn't going to admit that.