Blood, Sweat and Cigarette Smoke.

The streets of New York city were uncharacteristically empty at this time of night. Save the few bits of trash the scuttled from alleyway to alleyway just hoping to jump onto someone unfortunate. There had been a storm recently that left several places without power for a time; primarily the poorer areas with a higher rate of crime. It was expected though, let the scum kill each other off in the darkness and not ever bat an eye. It's not like those people mattered anyway. But the streets were not as empty as they seemed.

Hunter's boots clicked monotonously on the cracked pavement as he wandered around. He had no real place to stay, nowhere to call home. To put it bluntly; he was homeless. The man reached into his front pocket and popped a cigarette into his mouth. He pressed his lips tightly together in order to hold it in place and quickly swept his index finger across the tip. There was a flash of light followed by a quick but loud snap that echoed through the empty space and he took a drag. The glow of his cigarette ember was enough to illuminate his face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes thanks to long nights without sleep. Since he had no real place to stay, he took whatever he could get even if it was a less than desirable situation.
"Hey!" a voice called out from behind, You have no business here.

The man scowled and turned to meet who had called to him, he was in no mood to be messed with, "Fuck you!" That being said he turned back around just to be cut off by another person from the front. He seemed to be average in height in weight, and had his face covered with a black bandanna, "I suggest you listen to the man." He reached into his jacket and pulled a gun from within, pointing it at Hunter, "Now I suggest you hand over any money that you have as a toll for passin' through our part of town." The threat startled the man and he instinctively pulled out his pockets; the only thing on him a half empty pack of cigarettes, "Sorry..." the sweet cream colored smoke curled from his lips, "But I have no money."

Then suddenly Hunter's eyes shot right to the mans trigger finger which had twitched suddenly and his body just reacted. With perfect timing he spun to the side just as he was about to fire and slammed the back of his hand into his face. The energy generated causing a loud and powerful explosion that blasted off half of his head, the contents raining down in a crimson spray. From behind there was a second crack in the air followed by a stinging sensation that sliced from the right side of his jaw to his cheek bone. The other man had shot and it grazed him. Warm blood began to flow from the wound and he picked the gun from the dead man beside him and shot out the lights around him while he ran, sending the area into darkness. In fear the man began firing randomly and the muzzle flash gave away his position. Hunter sprinted in his direction and tackled him out under another street light. In the confusion they both dropped their weapons and from below his opponent gave him a few good punches to the face and body; but the adrenaline passed them off as love taps. He crushed the mans arms with his knees to prevent movement and slammed his fist into his nose. Unlike the last man the force generated was just enough to shatter the front. His cries of agony rang through and those that did hear did nothing. They were scared. He may have done something wrong, but Hunter didn't intend to make him suffer having to look at his ruined face for the rest of his life so once again he raised his fist into the air and drove it down; the explosion providing the same results as before. It was a mess, but he didn't have to worry about cleaning it up.

Chloe wasn't working for the mob today. She was getting paid by the cops. When you're good at something never do it for free. Chloe had come into the mobs area of town and was intending to get rid of them when a boy came by. She was about to shoot the mob member when he beat the crap out of them. She was impressed. Chloe made her way across the top of the building before scaling her way down and on to the ground her pistol in hand. She wasn't sure if this boy was hostile or friendly. She had the pistol trained on him as she walked out of the shadows. "Name, and business here." She said to him gun pointed at his chest. "Just a precaution, you can't be too careful with people in this city. I'm not with them." She gestured to the mobsters on the ground. "Just tell me your name and business here."

Just as quickly as he disposed of the two other people, another stepped from the shadows pointing a gun at his chest. It really wasn't his night and he was in no mood to be threatened twice in the same night. He reached into his pocket slowly and pulled out the pack of cigarettes once again and put one in his mouth; lighting it with his index finger like before. He took a drag and exhaled the smoke from his nose. The embers glow was just enough to highlight his fresh bleeding cut and he raised his left arm placing the thumb and middle finger together, ready to snap them when she spoke, "I'm not with them." was all he cared to hear and upon hearing that; lowered his hand, "Hunter..." he took another drag "As for my business, well... It's none of yours."

With that he stepped to the side and made an attempt to continue walking. He was extremely irritable at that point in time and any further questioning was bound to piss him off That's three times that I've had a gun pointing in my direction since arriving here. She doesn't seem too bad but I will kill her if she tries anything stupid. But since she pointed it at me she must be thinking the same thing. I'm fast, but I can't dodge bullets.

Chloe watched as the man left. "Are they dead?" She called out to him. She would kill him if she had to but he wasn't provoking her yet. She was hoping they would be alive so she could collect her money. But she didn't want to get close enough and check only to have they try and strangle her.

The man stopped and turned to face her, "Yeah. Faces blown clean off." Just mentioning his work made the tips of his fingers itch, the urge to snap them becoming overwhelming him. He hadn't felt this good since he committed patricide and he wanted more, "Feel free to check them." A slim smile crept across his lips and the hands at his sides began to shake slightly. He pressed the middle fingers and thumbs together, rubbing them anxiously while he awaited her response. At first he wasn't looking for trouble, but those last two people primed him for a fight. The fact that she had a gun made him even more anxious. He wanted to see just how far he could push himself.

Chloe placed her pistol onto her belt with her other equipment. She walked into the dollar store nearby and took duck tape, surprisingly literal with the duck pictures on it. Ignoring the alarm, she tied the men`s hands together so they would be easier to drag. I need a car She thought to herself.

Hunter watched silently as the woman placed the gun back into its place and turned into the already closed dollar store. Just as she gained entry the alarm went off and it would only be a matter of time before the police would arrive; so he would need to have his fun and get out of there. While she was distracted with the two dead men Hunter snapped the fingers on his left hand and closed his fist as hard as he could, compressing the energy into a glowing red orb just like that of a golf ball as a matter of fact it looked like nothing more than a light up bouncing ball . A smile crept across his face as he held it up, the ominous glow highlighting the still bleeding wound on his cheek. While she still had her back turned he went ahead and rolled it in her direction his fingers ready to snap once again and start the light show.