Happenstance (Griffin and Michael)

Michael walked slowly down the dark streets of The City, the night time giving it a dark and dreary glow. He knew that the first places to look are where the crime usually hides, and through that he found himself in the bowels of the Crime-infested alleyways of The City.

With the dark, brisk air swirling around him, Michael found that his mind wasn't willing to create thoughts. It seemed blank and it was determined to stay that way, as if it was looking the other way from what he was about to do.

He had never planned to hurt anyone as methodically as this. He had been used to pain and violence, especially inflicting it on others, but he never planned it. He never went through it in his mind with a enormous amount of detail. However, this time, he had to, or he wouldn't get any information. Without information, nothing else could work.

This had to work.

Today seemed oddly quiet. No one had shown their faces to Michael. Were they all hiding from him? It seemed smart, but he hadn't even captured a single person yet. They had no reason to fear him yet. On the edge of his hearing, though, shouting could be heard.

"Perfect." Michael muttered to himself, a small smile entering his face. He started to move closer to the shouts, hoping to get there before shots could be fired, as they often were in this city.

As Michael drew near, he sighed with exasperation. The aggressors seemed to be already passed out, broken and bleeding. Did she really have to cause this much damage to them? There wouldn't be a lot for him to manipulate without waiting for them to heal.

And he was getting very impatient.

However, in the corner of his eye, he saw more gang members approaching, being drawn closer by the sounds of combat. When the first one of them saw his comrades on the floor, he quickly turned and said to a scrawnier member, "Go, get backup, quickly!" With a nod, Michael saw him run off at speeds approaching high-level sprinters.

"Must've been a scout..." Michael muttered before realizing that an entire gang will be after their heads. He had to get this lady out of here. Even if she was strong, she couldn't handle dozens of gang members with guns all at once.

He rushed over to her. "We have to go." He said simply, his face incredibly serious. He had his morals, and wouldn't touch anyone until they either gave their consent or signed their deathwish, so this would have to be a matter of convincing her to leave. He hoped she had enough common sense to leave, he didn't want to stand here arguing while a Gang descended on their heads.

"You shall not kill these men." He said simply, turning his head to the footsteps rushing up behind him. He struck out, sending the back of his fist into the man's neck before turning and sending his knee into the man's stomach, making him wretch on the ground.

"I need them. They have information I desire." He kept his words calm, but his face was turning more and more angry. He couldn't stop the adrenaline pumping through his veins now. The Rush would start, with or without his consent.

At that moment, he saw the glint of the pin. He saw it and committed it to memory. Even though he had been out of The City for so long, it was easy to recognize that insignia. He looked up at her again.

She was the boss, wasn't she? Or a high-ranking member of The Fringe. She was powerful, definitely powerful, and if she turned on him in this fight, he didn't quite know if he would leave it. With this pressure added, he turned back to the mass of gang members moving his way. He quickly counted them up. It was around 7 men left, with more possibly on the way.

Too few to stop him.

He closed his eyes and started to lose control, opening them again to have his pupils shine. He balled his fist, throwing it at the first man to cross his path. The man lifted off his feet and cemented himself into the nearby wall.

Seeing this display of power, the men stop, horrified. They gulped simultaneously as Michael laughed, his voice deeper and more animal-like. He crouched down slightly, waiting for them to attack him.

"Come on. BRING IT!"

Despite his taunt, the men were hesitant on approaching him still. He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"How pathetic you worms are. Now, I have a few questions for you. You tell me, you live. You don't, I splatter your brains on top of Paul Wall over there." He juts his head in the direction of the crew member still indented in the wall.

"Now. Who wants to talk?" He smirked, imposing down upon the crew members as they all stood there, shaking and shivering. One decided that he was decidedly idiotic enough to run up, sending his fist right into Michael stomach.

Michael sighed, looking over to the man brave enough to stand against him. He grabbed the man's head and lifted him off the ground. He shook his head and the man's head in unison.

"Wrong decision."

He slammed the man down into the ground, hearing the crack of all the man's bones at exactly the same moment. For good measure, Michael decided to step on the man's back, hearing the crunch as the man was almost flattened. Blood started pouring out from under him, slowly spreading across the floor.

"Anyone else?"