[h2][center][color=silver]Ace[/color][/center][/h2]


[center][i]"͎̳̪̪I̮̮͙̳̣̳͆̽̀ṯ̟͋̎'͕ͮ͛͂͢š̼͓͙̟̥̑̑̓ ̥̒̅̂̔͒̎͝n̠͕̼̫̝̒ͧ̋̾ͫ̅ͧo̓ͣ͑ͥ̋͛͑͏̞͙͎tͥ̇͆ͤ̓͢h̽ͮi̞̙̯ͮ͐̑̈̓̉̊n̢̳̓̿g̩͓̳̹̬̘ͯͪͤ̚ ͖̺p͆e̬̮͖̾͗̏ͮ̅͂ͯr͎̥̔s̹͕̈͂̈́̀̎ͣ̈͟o̜̹̭͋ͭ̋ͮ̀ņ͉͎̺ͥ͑̽̒ͫ̈́a̧̞̤͎͉̠̦̺͒l̷̺̙̭̽̍ ̶͗̌̏F̢͉̣̦̞̹̭r͕̫̫̙̂ͅĕ̳̻̹̦̝͈̰͞ā̧͍k,̙̦͂͛́ ͔̠̰̬̤ͫͮ̿b̵͍̦ủ̼̘̺̫̌ͭ͋̂t͓͍͖̬ͦ̋̉͂̓ ̝̺̥̥̖̱͉ͮ̕n͖͍̍̇̈́ͪͨ͡õ͚͕̣̫̱̺̍͑͘ͅb̺͍͖̪͈̱ͅọ͈d͙̞̟̹̘̦̯͜y̯̤̳̠͙ͮ͗̍̀̿ͮͧ ͓̘͍̪͢m̛̞ͣ̅e̦̯͉ͦͫ̂̑̔͡s̫ͤ͐ͪ͞s̞̃̌̂ͦ̄̓̽ͅȅ͈̲̻̌ͭͫͣ̚̕s̸̝̭̬̭ ̼͈̝̥͗ͬ͑̓͋ŵ̬͎̫͐ͦ̀i̛͍̣̯̋ͫ̽̃͐̈́ͦt̰̤̠̝ͦ̅̿ͮ͂̀ḫ̠ ͚͉̯̰̝̯̱̍͊̑ͦͤͪ̈͝m͚͖̟̂ͧ̈̀̏ͭ̿́y̞̤̠̼͈̓͌ͯͨ͐̔ ̰͇̤͈̤̋̒͠m͍͈͍̘̝ͬͫ͐͜o͖̟̘̞ͩͬ̓n̊̀e̓ͬ̂́̏̏ͪy̶̻͈͉͍̖̭͚̾̉ͯ̍ ̗̞͔̞̥̙͊͒͐̂͊ͣ͘a̡̠n̳̲̙͍ḏ̋ͮ̃̂̌͆ͯ͟ ̢̗̤͒̊ͬg͖̩͈̥ͯͨͭ̓͆e̟̰͎̳̒̅͝tͤ̎̚͏̜̝'̖̤̻̰̦̂̆̓ͫͅs͉̻͚ͯͮͪ̎̂ ҉̰͉̗̤͔ã̭̰͙͎̻͍̙ͭ̀w͖̱̞͎̪̬͑̍́ä̬̯̳́̍̐̒́͂͐y̵͖̪͚͇̳͕̬̔ͦͮ̑ͨ̿̒ ̨̬̿̽w̲͚ḭ̸̹̣͔ͨ̄̈́ͪt͔̺̪͖͆̐̈͒̇h̦̔̈ͩ̿̊ ͔̣̻̝͋̋̒́i̙̩̠̺̋͝ț̯̥̏̿̋ͮ̐ͥ̈͢.͕̲̱̠͞ͅN̢̨̹͈͚̫̲̦̹͈͖̞̳͔̱̒̋̅ͪ͛̓̂ͧ͊͋ơ̷̢̧̭̙̤̯̗̖͇͗̆͐ͩ̀̄ͯ̅̄̃̊̓̌ͣͣͨ͠t̡͍͉͎̜̞͍͙͚̫̟͉͉̬̩͗̓̄͋ͯ̌ͪͨ̈͟ ́̏̃̊ͮ̅̍̊͌̊҉̞̺̝̬̭̯͚͖̭͉̝̟͝͞͠͝ḛ̯͍̰͔͕̩̦̦̺̦͙̼̈̄̽̓̒ͥͮ̈́ͫ̏ͣ̿̚͟͞͠͞v͐̐̈́́̌͋ͬ͌͝҉͜͏̞̼̣̙͖ę̧̬̯̪͇͍͈̱̯̭̳̘ͮ͊͆͋̏ͤ̊ͪ̑ͪ̍ͪ̔ͦ̋̾ͣ̚͟ͅn̸ͣ̆̽ͪͮ͒̎̂̈͛̒ͣ̾ͤ̀ͤ̚̚̚͏̛̻͍̤̻̜̲̖͎͘͠ ̶̢̙̜̩̟̲̩̞̙̼͚͖̘͎̖̯͇ͯ̒̏̚m̡͚͉̫̤̤͈͚̟̦̩̞̠͉̫̺͉̉͌̔̿͂͐ͣͩ͟͞y̡̙̫̺̭̖̅ͧ̀̄̈́͊̆ͪ̓̂̂̀̈̌ͯ͒̿͜͟͜ ̡̢̳̯̣͕̰͖̲͉̜̃́̇̓ͭͦ͂̐ͪ̂̚͢o̴̵̶̤̗̜͕͇̗̰̞̭̥̮̹͍ͧͪ̇͆ͧ͒̅̂ͅw̵̴̸̟̤͎͎̳̺̞̳̹̹̯̼͓̳̲͛̅ͤ̐͂̆ͧ͘ͅn̢ͦͨ͛̃̆ͤ͗̿̑̐҉̙̠̤̰͇͈̖ ̴̨̣̲̗̻͎̰̱̦̠̤̦͇̰̫̬͙ͪ̍ͯ͐̏ͦͥ̌͛̇̓͐ͮ̔͐̀̈̏̀s̵̷̼̙̪̺͈̜͙̻͎̼̖̿͊ͧ̉̉̈́ͣ̔ͯͫ͟͡ͅơ̢̝̥̱̖̰̰̯̲̜̭̰̫͕̗͖̣̱͚̐͒͐ͦ͋̈́͋̈̆̋̊̅̚ǹ̛̝͇̦̘̪͇̯̓̄͜͡͡.̶̧͗́ͬ͒́ͮ̔̓̔͏̩̹̝̪͇̬̖͠"͋̑[/i]

[h2][i][b][color=red]BANG[/color][/b][/i][/h2][/center]

Ace sat up quickly, sweating and hyperventilating as he recovered from his nightmare. He looked around the room as his breathing began to slow down. Another day, another motel, another sleepless night. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, splashing some water on his face as he looked in the mirror. He smiled shakily at the sight of the dark circles under his eyes. [color=silver]"Damn I'm one handsome son of a gun."[/color] Ace chuckled and grabbed a small hand towel off the rack behind him, drying off his face and walking back into his room. He threw on his usual outfit and checked the clock, frowning at the time. 5 AM. He just went to sleep 3 hours ago, that's half an hour less than usual. After he finished gathering up his stuff, his stuff being his motorcycle keys and whatever cash he had left, he left.

He rode the streets with purpose, his purpose was to deal [color=silver][b]Justice[/b][/color]. [color=silver][b]Justice[/b][/color] for everyone, but mainly for the Freaks. Those who were like him in being shunned by society, yet unlike him for they didn't have the power to defend themselves. He was the only one willing to fight for his kind. Aside from one other, but he hadn't met her yet. The Queen of the Freaks, the High Venom. Ace had heard a lot about her, she too defended the Freaks. She was the strongest Freak of them all supposedly. Yet he had never seen her patrolling the streets, picking off those who would oppress their kind. Ace had been looking to meet her for a while now, see what this person was like. If she represented all Freaks, than what type of representation was she? What type of person was she really?

He was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of a scream, he made a hard right into an alleyway with 3 people at the very end. 2 heavy men wearing trucker hats, and a woman with fur. Ace braked hard and threw down his kickstand, dismounting his motorcycle and whistling hard. [color=silver]"Really now? How cliche can you fellas get?"[/color]

One of the men turned around and spat in Ace's direction with a sneer. [color=darksalmon]"Mind your own damn business you cowboy wannabe, this bitch deserves everything she's about to-"[/color] [b]Bang![/b] The fat man was interrupted by a bullet through his throat, as he choke on his blood the same bullet ricocheted off the wall and into the kneecap of the second man.

[color=silver]"Well I'm afraid I have no idea what a cowboy is, but I'm gonna assume you just insulted me. Combine that with the fact that you're committing a serious crime, I'd say you're a dead man walking."[/color] The woman ran past Ace, a quick thank you being muttered as she went to find a policeman. Ace walked towards the second man on the ground, cracking his knuckles with a wide grin. The High Venom could wait a little longer, [color=silver][b]Justice[/b][/color] needed to be dealt swiftly.