First encounters of the ugly kind.

It was the final ten minutes of class when I heard the alert coming from my Bluetooth-like device. It was a little something I put together after the terrorist Necrodium attacked New York City and left it a pile of rubble. It's been an entire year and we still haven't made any significant progress rebuilding this city. Anyway, the incoming alert was made possible by rerouting the frequencies from a common cellphone into the police radio channel, making one-way communication possible. This specific alert was describing a "2141 in progress on lower east Manhattan". 2141 was a meta-human assault, which meant someone or something was trying to trash whatever is left of Manhattan. I couldn't let that happen. The students were in a middle of a test, so that meant I was free to go. "Students, I need to head out for a while, I need to take care of something. Just turn in all tests as usual.". With that, I raced from the class. While running out the building, I undid my shirt, revealing the glossy black uniform underneath. Once I was safe behing the school, I removed the rest of my clothes. The luminescent lines glowed light blue as the nanites went on active mode. From behind me, a cape unfurled from my shoulders. With a large jump, I was airborne. The nanites crawled up to my face until my entire head was covered in black. My 'T' shaped visor switched on, reflecting the blue sky. With my costume complete, rushed toward the source of the alert. It didn't take long to find the exact location, since there large cloud of smoke and dust was rising nearly ten feet away from me. "Found you"My fist clenched and my destination pinpointed, I zoomed to the large cloud, hoping to see the troublemaker for myself.

Yumo was standing atop a black convertible as the rest of him was alit with flames. The streets were black as clouds of smoke rushed upwards. The fire glowed behind yumo as he jumped off the destroyed the car. He casually walked on the road as people ran past and away from him screaming in terror. The military had rushed in to take him out. Tanks and bullets rushed towards him in an attempt to erase him.

Yumo cracked his knuckles and ran towards the nearby tank. Threads of blood rushed out of the viles on his wrists and began to attach itself to the nearby police cars. His white hair whipped behind him rapidly as he ran into the tank, bending the barrel as it attempted to shoot him again. The explosion made the tank unusuable and the nearby cars lurched to the side. However yumo had threads of blood latched onto them and with a great 360 degree spin he used the momentum from the cars to throw them into the air. Hitting nearby helicopters.

"This isn't helping my anger." He said as he climbed up a nearby building and began to shred apart a nearby helicopter with his metal hard hairs on his head and arm.


The helicopter spun into the air and was frantically trying to stay elevated as yumo was angrily tearing the helicopter apart.

If one word could describe the scenery, it was pandemonium. As I arrived on the scene, NYPD and the US Military were opening fire on the enemy. Zooming in on his face, it was evident that this person was pretty young, approximately teens to early-twenties. He didn't look like much, except for the maniacal look in his eyes and the angry snarl. I watched in horror as the young man used his own blood to throw cars like they were softballs, one of which struck the hovering helicopter. Uh oh. That can't be good I decided that now was the time for action. I zoomed toward the descending helicopter as the boy was disassembling it like a madman.

As yumo finished emptying the helicopter a guy in a weird suit rushed to the helicopters aid. Yumo scoffed and jumped off the helicopter hurling himself at the ground. Yumo latched blood onto the mangled helicopter and crashed it into multiple cars causing a huge explosion. He brushed his hands off and looked at the mess with his hands resting on his hips.

This kid is something else. As I rushed to stopped the falling chopper and intercept this new enemy, the kid looked up and noticed me. He looked more annoyed than angry at the sight of me coming to the chopper's aid. Then without any form of warning, the boy leaped out of the chopper while it was ten feet in the air and aimed feet first onto the pavement, as if he were trying to safely land cat-like from that height. To add to my surprise, four red strands of blood spurted from his arm and latched themselves onto the underside of the helicopter. I flew down in hot pursuit, hoping to catch the chopper before it reached the ground. Before I could catch it, the kid landed safely on the road's surface and with some Herculean strength, swung down the chopper towards a cluster of cars. Unfortunately, due to the angle that the helicopter was swung down, plus my poor reaction time and reflexes, the helicopter hit me from behind as I was passing it to get to the kid. I was dragged down by the weight of the aircraft, and despite my attempts to slow it down, I only succeeded in slowing it down slightly. But not before I crashed into the herd of metal, with the 3 ton chopper pressed against my chest. The suits metallic composition was protecting me from having my chest caved in or being shredded by broken glass and metal. With some strain, I started lifting the huge machine off of me. That was when I saw the gasoline. The helicopter's tail was bent in and after scanning the machine, I saw that the tank was ruptured, therefore causing the leak. Gallons of gas was pouring out. And that wasn't the worst of it. One of the cars' electrical cables were exposed and snaked out onto the street. As the gas crawled towards the cable, I desperately tried to lift this thing off me. "C'mon", I gritted through my teeth. I decided to just cut my way through. Holding up my hand, a large black knife formed where the hand should have been. I slashed at the bottom of the chopper, sending sparks flying through the air. The sparks landed in the stream of gasoline, setting the gas aflame. The flames drew itself into the gas to the electrical cable. "Oh sh-". Before I could finish, I was seeing flames.

Yumo smiled in amusement as the fire enveloped the vehicles. The wind whistled causing the fire to roar lowly as it whipped in the air. It sounded as if a blanket was flying in the wind but then the pile exploded and yumo flew backwards. He rubbed his head and his vision was blurring for a minute.

"That was....unexpected." He said as he sat up and rubbed his hair.

Darkness. Then the repetitive thumping of my own heart. I was still alive, which was no surprise. The suit was able to take the damage of the searing explosion, at the cost of keeping it in one piece. As I opened my eyes, I took one look at my arms and I saw that the suit was heavily damage.But that was no matter, the suit would repair itself after some time. All I had to do was stop that kid from damaging the rest of this city. But he was stronger than any normal human, and mentally unstable, which was never a good sign. I inspected my left arm, where I formed my knife. The blade was vaporized from the explosion, revealing my scraped hand. Luckily, the helicopter was doing much worse than my suit, so it was light enough to lift. Positioning both legs into a kicking position underneath the helicopter, prepared to send my strength to my legs. Then with one swift motion, sent both feet into the helicopter's belly, sending it flying through the air. Finally free, I stood to face my opponent. I was sore all over and I could swear I some burns on my skin, but I was ready to face this guy, whoever he was and put a stop to this superhuman madness"Hey, where do you think you're going?"

Yumo looked up at the man and laughed loudly. He sat up then brushed himself off and rested one of his hands on his waist. The wind still whipped the fire but it was slightly calmer now and the light was a menacing orange as it glowed off the back of the man in the suit.

"I'm not going anywhere...yet." Yumo said as he began to rush towards the man in the suit.

He swung his arm in an attempt to cut the suit man.