Vigilante

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At the city docks, a group of criminals gathered under the cover of night, their shadows dancing eerily against the wooden planks of the dock, their eyes scanning for any signs of danger. They were here to conduct highly illegal, horrifying, unspeakable business that they hoped would make them rich beyond their wildest dreams, and all they had to do was make sure a certain shipment was taken to its destination but their plans were about to go horribly awry. As they made their way towards the shipment a chill ran down their spines as they heard a faint whisper echoing through the darkness. It was like nothing they had ever heard before, ethereal and haunting, and it sent shivers down their spines. They turned to look, but all they saw were the crates scattered around the dock, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. They heard a faint sound of rustling, like leaves blowing in the wind but there was no wind out there tonight and the sound seemed to be getting closer and closer as the whispering around them picked up in volume and speed! Louder and louder until they began to hear unintelligible chanting screaming all around them!

The next moment, the criminals were attacked by an unseen force, an unseen shapeless mas who seemed to move like a living shadow. They couldn't see him, but they could feel his presence. He was slipping in and out of the crates, appearing and disappearing at will, and picking them off one by one. The thugs were no match for this mysterious assailant. They tried to fight back, but their strikes and bullets passed right through him, like hitting a ghost. The figure seemed to be made of shadows itself, its movements fluid and graceful as it slipped through the darkness. Before they could react, the criminals found themselves being picked off one by one, their bones broken as they were slammed against the ground and the crates that surrounded them. It was as if they were being hunted by a ghost, and they knew there was no escape from its wrath. He was too fast, too strong, and too merciless, their bones breaking under the force of his blows. They screamed in pain, but no one came to their aid. They were alone, defeated, and left broken all over the docks. The last of the criminals tried to run, but it was too late. As he turned to flee, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony. The figure stood over him, its presence looming large in the darkness. The man looked up, terror-stricken, as he saw the ethereal form of the vigilante. It was as if he were looking at a shadow cast by the moonlight itself. The vigilante didn't speak, nor did it make a sound. It simply watched as the man's terror turned to resignation. And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the vigilante vanished, leaving behind a group of terrified criminals lying broken and defeated on the docks. Finally, after the last criminal had been defeated and left whimpering on the ground, there was a sudden flash of light. One of the crates had been broken open, revealing a group of women who were huddled together, terrified. They had been the cargo that the criminals had been planning to traffic, and now they were free.

The police arrived at the scene a short while later, their flashing lights casting an eerie glow over the abandoned docks. As they approached the area where the criminals had been attacked, they found a group of women huddled together in fear. The women had been rescued from one of the crates that had been broken open during the confrontation. They were shivering and bruised, but alive. The police officers quickly assessed the situation, calling for backup and medical assistance. As they questioned the women, they learned that they had been kidnapped and were being held for trafficking. The women were taken to a safe location while the police investigated the scene. As the sun rose over the city, the police found no trace of the mysterious vigilante. They searched the area, but there were no clues

DAWN!

Officer Angélica de la Cavallería returned to the station looking equally tired from her long shift and the horror scene they'd just returned from. Sure, none of them were dead, but that was a small comfort with the way their bodies were left laying there like broken toys with their limbs twisted and snapped. She wasn't sure if those guys would ever walk or use their arms again! Some of them would be lucky if they even got to keep their limbs! That was even counting the guys who'd been smashed against the crates leaving them with serious spinal injuries. Then, on top of all of that, they'd discovered a group of foreign women who'd been trafficked from their home country and delivered to the docks where those guys had been planning to escort them to God Knows Where! The women were safe now sure but it would be a while before the criminal scum would be healthy enough to talk. Probably the freakiest part was the sheer amount of spent shells they'd found all over the docks but not a single drop of blood that wasn't from the criminals with no sign of the vigilante. She returned to the Police Station's interior, her long braided ponytail swaying from side to side as she walked, and she sat down on the first chair she found. "What the fuck was that?" She asked in a hushed tone.