*****I'm trying something new, I hope you all enjoy this.*****
***Everyone in this story is 18 and is fiction****
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Chapter 1:
In a warehouse, by the docks, I was perched on a support beam over a group of thugs. These thugs happened to work for the mob boss Tony Zucco. For the last few months, I have been interfering with his supply shipments These shipments contained the usual smuggling items like drugs, weapons and unfortunately, people. Tonight happened to be my fifth one.
To catch you up to speed, my name is Ezra Danvers, also known as the vigilante, The Hood. I didn't give myself the name, it's what the paper started calling me after I caught their attention. Unfortunately, I got the attention of the police as well. The cops really didn't like me doing their work, but I wasn't too happy with their work lately. See a year ago, my younger brother Elton was murdered by Tony Zucco. He was never prosecuted because the evidence was tampered with and some witness retracted. I decided to take matters into my own hand, I took the skills I learned from the military and other skills I picked up along the way. With the help of my friend, I started messing around with Zucco and his thugs. Hoping for one day to meet him face to face and beat him to near death and throw him in prison. His thugs, however, were the tight lip, but I still had hope that one will break.
On the topic of thugs, two of them passed by below. I had been up here in the shadows for about twenty minutes. Surveying the building and the thugs. I knew there were six in the building and at least two inside the two parked trucks outside.
After I started attacking his supplies, Zucco became paranoid and started having fewer thugs at the shipments. I assumed he figured fewer thugs the less chances of them breaking. I thought it was dumb, send more to defend your supplies. But I couldn't complain that was fewer thugs I had to go through.
When the second pair passed by I quietly jumped down behind them and followed them for a few seconds until they turned down the hallway. I grabbed the one on the right by the head and slammed him into the wall, causing the crate to drop on the floor. The second guy dropped the crate he carried and before he could yell out anything, I quickly place my hand over his mouth and shoved him against the wall. Launching a series of blows to his abdomen. He slid down the wall and I rammed my knee into his face, causing him to pass out. I then turned around and punched the other guy out cold. I continued down the hallway and made my way through the warehouse house, taking out each thug silently. When they were all out, I went for the drivers. Which were easy honestly, one was distracted by a show he was watching on his phone, the other was jamming out to music. When they were dealt with, I tied each thug and dragged them out of the building and piled them together. I removed their clothes, leaving them in their underwear. I called the police on one of the thug's cell phone and left.
Across the street, I sat on the edge of the roof watching the police cars drive in. When I saw the police tend to the thugs, it was my cue to leave. I stood up and walked down the fire escape and landed below next to my parked motorcycle and drove back to base.
My base, which was just a closed down bar, was my second home. I would stay here a lot, training, researching, planning. Of course, I couldn't do all this on my own, especially the computer hacking stuff. That was my childhood friend's job, his name is Elex. I know my name starts with an E, my brother's name starts with an E and my best friend's name starts with an E. My first boyfriend's name was Erik. I'm just surrounded with people whose name start with the letter E.
I parked my bike next to a dumpster in the alley next to the bar. I unlocked the back door to the bar and walked down the hallway to find my friend Elex sitting at the bar.
"How did it go?" He asked chewing on beef jerky.
I pulled down my hood, "fine, only eight guys tonight." I grabbed a piece of jerky from his hand, "give me some of that."
"Jerk," Elex said turning around, "also that's good I suppose. How many more depots until you run into an army of his guys?"
I smirked as I unzipped the top piece of my gear. "he would have done that already."
I removed the top and dropped it on the table, then I removed my pants. I turned to Elex wearing only my boxer briefs.
I saw the concerned look on his face. "Look, I've been careful. He knows the Hood is onto him. He'll fuck up soon enough, just have to squeeze him a little tighter." I turned back to the table and grabbed my casual clothes and began putting them on.
I heard Elex let out a sigh, "I just don't want you to get seriously hurt or you know die." He basically yelled out the last word.
I finished putting my shirt on, "Look, we've been over this already. Once Zucco is in prison, I'll stop." I placed one leg into my pants and continued, "Don't worry about it buddy, I got this."
"You know I worry the most when you say that."
I shrugged off the comment and finished getting dressed. When I was done, I hopped over the bar and pulled out a bottle of whiskey with two cups. We pretended the bar was functional, we had glasses and a few bottles of alcohol behind the counter. Elex turned around as I poured us two drinks. He held up his glass as I held up mine, "To a mission completed" he nodded as the two glasses hit each other and we downed our drinks. For the next few hours, we drank and watched videos on Youtube.
When it was 5 am, Elex decided it was time for him to go home. I told him I would be staying the night here. Elex grabbed his stuff and left, leaving me to my nearly empty glass of whiskey. I was barely able to focus and decided to get some sleep. So I downed the rest of my drink, then I stood up and stumbled my way to the table. I removed my pants and shirt, then lied down on the seat of the booth and closed my eyes and slept.
The next morning I woke up underneath the table with a small pool of drool next to me. In a rush, I stood up and hit my head on the table. I rubbed my injured head and slowly crawled out from underneath. I sat up and stared at the window, seeing the sunlight through space between the wooden panels that covered the outside of the window.
Yawning, I stood up and walked down the hallway and into the restroom. I entered the nearest stall and relieved myself.
When I was done, I grabbed the bucket of water next to the toilet and dumped it in to flush it. Since the place wasn't actually open, neither were the utilities. Elex and I would bring in water for the essentials, washing, and restroom. Very rarely, did we actually cook anything here. Also, no one really bothered us here, we did our best to not attract attention.
The bar was located on the corner of a lonely street near Chinatown. We had cameras located on each side of the streets so if the police were passing by, we would be able to notice them and turn off the lights. We came close to getting caught once, it was similar to last night, Elex and I were celebrating with some alcohol after a successful sabotage. We had drunk so much that we ignored the cameras. Luckily for us, the cops had stopped a drunk homeless guy down the street, which caught our attention. Both of us had stumbled to the generator to turn it off then fell to the floor. We had laughed so hard that night.
I stepped out of the restroom and walked a short distance to the bar and sat on the stool. Scratching my balls, I opened the laptop and began reading the newspaper on the screen.
Elex is the same age as me, we attended middle and high school together. During those years, I always stuck up for him every time he was picked on. He was a nerd, a hard nerd, he read just about every Star Wars book and comic outside the movies. I would sometimes refrain from even mentioning something nerdy because he would then talk about it for hours. I remembered the day he was furious about Disney making the books and comics non-canon. It was honestly adorable to see him that frustrated.
Elex was the first friend I came out to, I mean it made sense since he was my best friend. It actually took him a while to believe I was gay. Especially, since I had flirted with most of the girls in school, which was all for show. But eventually, he believed me and accepted me for who I was. I gave him in a blowjob once, but after that nothing ever happened. We just moved on. He would eventually marry a reporter at the local paper, Laura Branigan. They were expecting their first child this year.
As for me, my last boyfriend was a guy named Blake Bonham. He was a trainer at the local gym. We dated for a year and a half before my brother died. We broke up because I fell into a deep depression after my brother's murder. Since then, I didn't date anyone, I stuck to my goal of putting Zucco in prison.
I grinned when I came across an article in the paper. It was written by Elex's wife detailing the events of last night. It always gave me a special feeling knowing someone was highlighting my achievements. Knowing that someone in the tabloids was having my back. Laura, of course, didn't know about me and Elex's evenings. I mean she knew we hung out a lot and she respected it since due to our long friendship.
When I finished reading the article, I closed the laptop and began to dress. I noticed the bad odor coming from my body, I needed a shower. Thankfully I didn't work today, so I had plenty of time to get home. When I stepped out into the alley, I put my sunglasses on and walk down to the streets. I walked a few blocks and crossed the bridge before calling for a cab. It was something Elex and I would do to be cautious.
Thirty minutes later, I arrived at my apartment and immediately went to the bathroom. As I did, I removed my clothes, leaving a trail. When I entered the restroom, I bent over into the bathtub and turned the faucet on. As the water got hot, I stood before the mirror, staring at my lean muscular body. My body was the main weapon against Zucco, I made sure to train every single day. However, days like this did happen, where I would wake up from a hangover. I rubbed my right shoulder and passed over a 3-inch scar. This scar I got in Iraq, when a Taliban member came at me with a knife, while we were under siege. The lucky bastard stabbed the blade into my shoulder, but I was able to retaliate and kill him before he could do any further damage.
When the tub was full, I sat on the edge and turned the faucet off. I dipped my hand into the water to test the water's temperature, it was just right. Leaning forward, I slowly fell into it, sinking to the bottom. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes, then slowly pulled up for air. For the next ten minutes, I lied in the bathtub enjoying the water, letting the warm water soothe my aching muscles. Unfortunately, my peace came to an end when I heard the phone ring. I reached for the phone on the sink, dripping water all over the floor, and grabbed it with my fingers, nearly dropping it as I did. However, when I looked at it, I noticed it was the wrong phone. The phone that was ringing was the other phone, the phone Elex and I only used for our evening activities. Cursing, I stepped out of the bathtub soaking wet and nearly slipped, and walked out of the bathroom. I found my pants on the floor and quickly grabbed them and fished out my ringing phone.
"Hey, Oracle," I said. We made sure not to use our actual names, instead, we used codenames.
