Who: Riddick (closed) What: The Furyan arrives in Los Angeles. When: Late night Where: City streets Rating: PG-13 (language and mild violence) Status: Complete
The bright lights of the city were almost as blinding as the afternoon sun, causing him to stick to the shadows. That was typical, though. Monsters preferred the shadows and wasn't he considered a monster? Maybe he didn't have any of the attributes that the monsters of this world possessed, but that didn't mean anything, really. He was a creature that killed, sometimes for pleasure, and he definitely wasn't a typical humanoid. Furyan through and through.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Cutting in between two of the larger buildings on the street, he paused halfway through the alley and peered up toward the night sky. The moon was beaming a spotlight down upon him, causing his recently re-shaved head to shine, though not as brightly as his eyes when he raised his goggles. Milky white orbs that were as unique as the man who owned them studied a figure in the air. He couldn't tell what it was from this distance but he could tell it was circling what he figured must be its intended prey for the night.
Silently pulling one of his knives from its sheath across his spine, he gripped the blade between his teeth and took a running leap at the ladder hanging down from the fire exit. Climbing upward was easy, as was scaling the last few feet to the roof. He landed with an inhuman softness, the muffled thump of his boots against the concrete barely audible with the traffic below. His gaze remained locked on the creature, large knife now gripped in his hand as his lips curled into a smirk.
"Come on, now. Don't play hard to get," he murmured before whistling softly. That seemed to do the trick and the creature (some sort of bat-like beast that did fit the criteria for monster on this planet) turned its attention from the teenagers necking on the next rooftop over. Circling once, it made a sharp spiral downward, large talons extended for attack.
It never had a chance. One minute it was in flight, the next it was on the rooftop beside its killer, twitching sporadically as the last bit of life seeped from the gaping wound in its nearly ripped-in-two torso.
The killer studied it for a minute before turning his attention to the teenagers that had almost met their end this starless night. They stared back at him and his low, rumbling voice carried easily over the rooftops to their ears. "Get inside and stay there. Ain't anyone told you the city's not safe at night?" And then he was gone, back over the side of the building and continuing down the alley.
Riddick thought he might just like it here. It seemed a good place for a monster like him to blend right in.