Its nothing like the movies (OPEN)

J.R. was sitting on one of the tallest buildings in the city. Just eating a slice of pizza. and while he was doing that he was looking down on evrybody. it was a huge city lots of cars and parents swinging the kids on there arms. And it was night so it was extra beutiful. "Why does life have to be so boring? Espically when im a hero? this is nothing like th show or movies." J.R. said. once he was done he jumped off one roof and rolled on the other roof. "Yea nothing like the movies" he reapeted.

But the nothingness of the night was suddenly disturbed by the screams of men, maybe three, maybe two. As their screams of terror echoed of the walls into the night, and the reverbrations of their running feet filled the alley, another sound, not unlike a buzzsaw carving it's way through flesh and bones (we've all seen the slashermovies), appeared for no more than two seconds. After which one of the screams died out completely.

Thick, crimson blood, flowing rapidly from a dead man's beheaded neck, poured down into a put and a tall dark figure closely examened the object it held in its bloodsoaked hand. As an old, arcane god of war, or a certain shakespearean character, the giant butcher stood there with the bare and severed skull of his victim, couressed in his mighty claw.

J.R. heard the thrill,,quick scream of mebey two men the like if thay parctised it over and over it got cut off. Yea if he heard them scream more than two seconds then cut off he would mind his onw buisness but two seconds? really? He got up and went to the alley he heard them in. When he saw the dead bodies soaked in there own pool of blood. "Wow if the guy wanted to give the men noogies i wouldint have said anything but this is going a little too far." He then bent over to see if the guy had any life in him. So far he did not notice the killer. "Well im still right this is not like a superman movie. Mabey a sherlock holmes movie but not a superman one." He said.

With a fling, the dark figure threw the skull away, and as it plummeted towards Earth, the assassin turned around to walk away. The skull crashed to the cold, stone ground, shattering in dozens of ivory pieces, as a morbidly designed ming-dynasty china vase in a cliché comedy film, and the brains poured out as gross pink jelly pudding.
The footsteps of the unearthly killer echoed back and forth from the brick walls, and the wailing sounds of police sirens came ever closer by the minute.

J.R. hearing sirens started running the opposite way of the noise. When he heard some more noises. So using his dmb side of his brain and started sprinting to the place where he keeps hearing this stuff. When he saw the person he jumped on the wall and ran twords him and jumepd off. "hey who the heck are you? and why am i asking you qustions?"

The tall figure stopped his slow march and turned 'round to face his newly begotten adversary. "Who is it that desires to attain this knowledge, mortal?" He asked with a strong, low voice, rumbling as a ancient diety casting his wrath upon our helpless mankind for crimes we unwittingly committed in his eyes. The bone white hair of the giant hitman reflected the silvery light of the full moon, and a small streetlight illuminated his left side with an orange hue. The eyes of the man-thing hid themselfs in shadow, but one could still clearly see his blue eyes, as they reflected incoming light from a certain angle.

J.R. just crossed his arms and looked at his blue eyes for awhile. "Mortal huh? from all my accounters with lots of villans and other stuff let me guess your a alein?" J.R. Said. he then heard the sirens getting closer. "hey ummmmm surperior one, if you wanna escape i can just follow you." he said. Not mitioning that he dosent trust the alein all that much and will keep a eye on him.

"Very well, then." The alien said. "Try to keep up." He spread his arms and in an instant disintergrated into a cloud of dust. But instead of falling to the ground, the cloud darted at breakneck speed towards the roof of a nearby storage facility, where the tall extraterrestrial assassin materialized. He looked down on his adversary, dwarved by the buildings, with contempt, and turned around to make his escape.

J.R. sighs and says "Yea i try to keep up but you know stop any time since i cant turn to dust or anything to catch up but just keep doing what your doing." he said and jumed on one wall and he kept on jumping wall to wall until he got on a roof. But he kept on following. "Am i the only one in this god forsaking city who can do normal stuff?" He mubles.

At an insane speed the alien darted to the other side of the roof. It was as if his feet did not touch the ground, which was exactly the case. His legs blurred in a cloud of dust and materialized when he reached the ledge. "Why is it that you follow me, mortal? I travel many times faster than your inferior kind, and I can cross spaces no man can cross." He yelled to make himself audible over the distance. "Is this a game to you?"

Shaunic just got out his laser claws and said "No not really a game more like a chase i guess." He said while he shot his laser claws to go near the alein but not actually hit him. More like slow him down.

(Sorry short post)

The shot missed, but it also missed his purpose. Whereas J.R. may have ment it as a shot to slow #971 (the alien) down, the alien interpreted it as a unmistakable declaration of war. He turned his head and glared at JR. Number 971 had been tolerant of this nuisance that was stalking him, because he percieved it as no threat, but now the buzzing wasp had lashed out, and retalliation was inbound. The flaying murderer punched into the air, following the direction of the blow as a column of silvery dust. In mid air he turned around and darted at the speed of a racecar in collision course with the adversary.

J.R. not trusting #971 jumped on one wall and jumped on a roof. then ran as fast as he could and ran up a wall. He then jumed off and stood there looking where #971 was at. "Where did he go so fast? i just wanted to ask him why he killed thos people. Wait now this really is like sherlock holmes movie." Shaunic said.

Flayer approched J.R. as a thin cloud hanging low on the ground. He materialized a mere twenty feet away from J.R., looking straight at his new enemy, ready to rumble. "You should not have attacked me, human. Flee now and you shall not be harmed." He said. "This is my only offer." Even though he was bred to kill, 971 prefered to avoid confrontation. Above that he prefered a silent kill, severing the head of his victim, ripping it off the spine and searing the flesh clean off the skull. But that is not always an option, is it?

J.R. stood up and looked straight a #971. "I got a qustion exactly why do you wanna destroy all of human race? did we do something to your planet? did we beat the crud out of you? Is it the second one? I bet its the second one." J.R. said ready to fight if he needed to. "But hey if you try to hit me trust me i will fight back." J.R. said. meaning it.