[b]Tiger - Home[/b]

Riding into the slums of New York, the entire environment seemed to instantly change. He went from high-beaming-bright lights, into near darkness. The entire scent of the city changed as well, a terrible and gruesome aroma filled the air. One could even see the nasty aura coming out of trashcans and sewers. Graffiti roamed every wall of every little-piece-of-shit home. 

Anthony had already came out of his Tiger persona, putting away his costume into the backpack strapped to his bike. He now wore a tag-less black shirt and regular torn up jeans with work boots. As he rode through the neighborhood, he could still see those dirt-bag gang members outside their home smoking that trash they always smoke. Fortunately for them, Anthony doesn't mess with the people of his neighborhood, all because he grew up with them. Soon enough, he found himself before his little one story dorm. Well, it was an apartment, but so small it was basically a dorm. 

The complex was made of individual apartments. They each had their own storage or garage. It was basically big enough to fit a car - which seemed bigger than the apartment itself. Anthony took that liberty to open his garage and put his bike inside. He then locked it with the best locks money could buy - about five total. The bike itself wasn't exactly purchased, it was sort of borrowed. Borrowed for life. He had painted it all matte black with long custom forks and sixteen inch ape hangers. The engine was the most beautiful part though, it was loud and made the bike go at marvelous speeds for a chopper. 

Anyhow, Anthony took his backpack and headed into his apartment. He unlocked the door and headed into his garbage of a home. He threw his bad onto the couch - also his bed - and followed it by instantaneously falling to his butt. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, which was placed above a nearly-broken-down desk he got from someones trash. His aunt Marisa sent him money every month to pay his house bill. The woman has no idea what he does, just knows Anthony's parents aren't around anymore - they're in jail. She doesn't know he's a vigilante codenamed Tiger and that he risks his life on a daily basis to keep civilians safe fighting crime. 

But as his mind wondered, the television got his attention. "We are here at the scene of the 'battle' as many New Yorkers are calling it. The NYPD and Fire Department are both here along with members of S.T.A.R. Labs and the CDC. Basically everyone is here Jon, trying to figure out what happened. Since we were unable to get any footage of the actual battle, we at ABC7 will be giving a small reward for anyone who can send us any footage to the website below" 

"A reward for a picture of me, hahaha that's awesome!" Tiger laughed, cleaning his boots with a damped towel. But suddenly, everything changed. "We have rumors that the United States Department of Defense have taken this little caucus as an act of war. It is claimed that these metahumans have become enemy number one for out forces, but have not confirmed this information. Back to you Jon" 

"Dagnabbit! What are they thinkin'! We ain't the bad guys" 

"Thank you Jenny. It says here there were six metahumans at the scene tod-" he was cut off as Anthony switched the channel. "Hahahaha. Yeah, they call themselves heroes, can you believe it! Hahahaha. Look at them. Look at these drawings!" the late night show host yelled as his audience laughed at the over excessive pictures people submitted to the show. "Look at this one ladies and gentleman" he said, pointing at a picture of a girl with two giant hairy-gorilla arms beating on her chest as her aviator glasses shone brightly. "We call that one, Bomb Kong! Hahahaha!!!! Because she's hot, but has those crazy King Kong arms. Hahahaha!!!" 

At this, Anthony couldn't help but laugh. it was true, now that he looked at it. "Oh, that's rich!" the cowboy said, holding his abdomen as it amused in pain. Then they showed a picture of a naked guy, his entire body colored in red paint. Thankfully, the man's private parts were blurred out. "Oh man, that's nasty" Anthony laughed, covering his eyes with his forearm as the host proceeded to the next picture. It was of a hippopotamus with a cowboy hat with its mouth wide open and the slogan 'IMA FIRIN MAH LAZER' above it. 

"Darn-sung, dang-busted, horse-thievin', ugly white host which can't nobody understand proper!" Anthony cursed as he turned the tv off out of rage. It wasn't even him who shot lasers out of his mouth, it was that darn robot-man-thing. "[i]Todos locos[/i]" he exclaimed, saying they were all crazy - and it was true. The people didn't truly understand what had happened back there. They just accidentally got caught in the middle of a hunt. It was obvious to Anthony that that certain Meta was there to catch Aviator Girl. 

He then closed his eyes and laid down on the sofa, relaxing a bit as he slowly feel asleep.