Dark Season-One

[Brodie]

*Brodie was on the pier. The wooden planks were wet, dirty, and slightly mushy under his feet. The air was rank with the smell of dead, aged fish and fat men who hadn't washed in ages. Brodie wrinkled his nose slightly, scoffing. It was 4 AM, and Boride wasn't tired. He couldn't afford to be tired, he had to find the man who's name was on that slip paper, at what ever costs...And plus, he had recieved a slight case of Insomnia since Mitoka died.*

"Get her, Roy!", a voice off in the distance.

A shrill scream and then a cackle.

"Where ya' goin' babeeeee?" A different voice.

"Just leave me alone, I didn't do anything!" A female, Brodie could tell.

*Brodie closed his eyes and tilted his head. Judging by the sounds of voices they were less than a mile away, and the echo would mean they were inbetween a couple of the steel walled Fish Hatcheries.*

"We ain't gonna let ya' go, toots, Ya' see, our woman ain't puttin' out and we need some pleazin'....You get our drifts?" The first man was speaking again.

*Brodie had heard this kind of talk in those cheesy 'Made-For-T.V.-Movies'. And he knew what it would lead to, Rape. And no one deserved to be raped, anyone could understand that, putting people through such a thing would cause a taint of their souls, and Brodie decided to stop this one. He started in a run, his torso bent forward, helping to increase his speed. His legs were brought up to his chest while he was running, and at the rate he was going he could have gotten to Jersey within an hour, yet it was at least an hour drive going 65MPH. He got to the first of the Fish Hatcheries, a rather large dumpster was at the back of the building. He jumped it, one foot hitting the center of the closed dumpster, and he went up agian, one hand's palm gripped the edge of the roof, he swung his body around, placing one foot forward. He was up straight in no time, running silently across the roof, as he reached the edge he kicked up into a leap, landing on the next building over with a low Thud sound.*

"What the hell was that?" One of the men.

"Prolly a friggin' fish flipped offa' a stand, get her shirt"

"No!"

*There was a crane lift that the fishermen would lift full nets out of the water with next to the edge of the building. Brodie grabbed the large hook, wrapping both hands around it. He brought his leg up, his knee hitting the chain's link. He held tighter as the hook and chain started to drop. Brodie shifted his weight, flying down and forward, his left leg straightened. The chain link had let off a click, enough to make the two men look up, which was perfect. Noting how close each man was to the other, Brodie stretched both legs, swinging down and planting his feet on each man's face, the force pushed them forward, the shock forcing them to let the woman go. Brodie dropped to the wet, wooden planks as the men dropped back. He turned to the woman who was holding her torn shirt up.*

-Speaking Japanese-"Are you alright?" he asked.

"What?" She replied, sobbing.

*Brodie shook his head, having forgotten where he was, he snapped his fingers, trying to think of the words.*--Ine english--"Sorry, Are you alright?"

"I think I'll be ok-- LOOK OUT!" She screamed.

*Brodie let out a slight 'Huh' sound and turned, one of the men broke the silence with a grunt, his arm flying towards Brodie. Brodie ducked, the fist flying over his head, he jerked forward, his left arm infront of him, elbow bent. He forced his elbow into the man's gut, causing the man to bend his torso painfully, blood splurted from his mouth, dripping onto Brodie's shoulder. He pushed the man forward onto the other who was starting to get up. The chain and hook started to come back, almost hitting the woman. Brodie swung his arm out, grabbing the hook right before it collided with the woman's face. He pulled down on it and swung it forward at the two men, the back of the hook hitting one in the face, pushing his head back into the nose of the other.*

"Thank you." The woman said.

*Brodie let out a sound, that was some what like "uh-huh". The woman stepped forward, looking at the men, her eyes wide.*

"Jesus, you beat them down good." She turned to look at Brodie... But Brodie was gone, without a sound or a trace that he was there, aside from the two bleeding men...