[center][color=#E3C7FF][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjY2LmMzODBmNS5WMmx1WkhOdmJtYywuMAAA/lacosta.line-personal-use-only.png[/img][/color][/center][b][right][sub]Location: [color=slategray][b]East Flank Hospital -> Brookside[/b][/color][/sub][/right][/b] [hr][hr] [center] Maxwell Matthews had just returned from visiting his sister, Juliette, in the hospital. He hated the fact that his sister couldn't spend time being a kid- doing what she wants. His mind flickered to his 'parents' as a frown stitched onto his face. [i][color=#E3C7FF]Screw them, I got better things to think about.[/color][/i] Right, due to his parents' money stipend declining and his sister's hospital bill racking up; he had steeled himself to become an actual 'hero'. Max didn't exactly think he was suited to it. Who would think they were suited to being a hero? Being the one responsible for saving actual human lives and stopping bad guys. It was alot of responsibility for one person, so he had a healthy respect to those who were heroes. Max had little idea of how 'strong' his power actually is. He'd never really gotten into any spats that warranted the use of his power. Lifting a finger, he focused his power on the tip of his finger; the wind whistled as his powers manifested. How powerful could his power, that he learned on a curious whim, actually be? [i][color=#E3C7FF]I can make atleast D-tier, right? Hopefully that'd pay enough.[/color][/i] A drawn-out sigh escaped the boy's lips. He pushed these thoughts out of his mind as the taxi stopped and arrived in Brookside. Max handed the driver money before nodding and steeping out of the car. Why was he in Brookside; one of the criminal hotspots of Castleburg? Well, he was starting one his part-time jobs was there. Not many places really accepted a college student drop-out. He took three part-time jobs to cover his sister and his own expenses. Still, this was Max's first time at Brookside. The atmosphere was choking. He walked through the weirdly empty streets. [i][color=#E3C7FF]Is this related to the bird, EAGLE thing I saw on the hospital T.V.?[/color][/i] A shriek scratched his ear. Without a moment's hesitation Max traced the sound despite already being late to his job. A huddle of yellow-garbed men faced off against another group of men that Max couldn't make out. Before he knew it one thing led to another and shots rang throughout the street. A group of teenagers caught up in the crossfire between these two gangs. Max pulled his hoodie up and placed a hospital mask on his face. With an action that would forever surprise him, he jumped right next to the group, propping up two shrieking walls of wind. The wind walls faced both sides of the gangs, causing bullets to deflect away safely, some even ricocheting off and hitting the aggressors on their feet. [color=#E3C7FF]"Hey. You four, run that-a-way."[/color] Max said bluntly. He pointed to the open pathway he made that led into an alleyway. [color=#E3C7FF]"Er- ah, don't touch the wind."[/color] The teenagers wordlessly ran through the opening before disappearing into the alleyway. The other group who faced against the yellow-garbed men had retreated, apparently suffering from the stray shots more than the other gang. A taller gentleman walked up to the wall, his glare bearing down on Max. The boy kept his face as neutrally as he could as the man seemed to size him up. "Who the fuck are you? Some kid playing hero?" The man spat, his veins visibly showing. Needless to say, he was pissed. [i][color=#E3C7FF]Not many people I have crane my neck up to.[/color][/i] Max thought uselessly. [color=#E3C7FF]"Well, I'm Ma-"[/color] He stopped himself. He wasn't a hero yet and what he was doing was technically illegal, he thought atleast. What was that name his sister gave him as she cooed about his choice of being a hero? [color=#E3C7FF]"Wind... song?"[/color] Max blushed and cringed at his own reluctance. He had to own it, dammit. He quickly changed the subject. [color=#E3C7FF]"So, who are you guys, endangering people all willy-nilly?"[/color] "You really don't know who Iron George and the Brookside Bruisers are-" George was visibly getting angered as the conversation continued. [color=#E3C7FF]"Nope."[/color] Max replied flatly. He wasn't exactly versed in the criminal underworld, hell he didn't even know Brookside was a hotspot for it. One of George's gang member has had enough and tried to forcibly pass through the erected barrier. The man was only met with endless cuts, dropping to the floor as me made it through [color=#E3C7FF]"Woops."[/color] The purple-eyed boy said. He dropped the wind walls, the whistling turning into a lull. [color=#E3C7FF]"I [i]did[/i] warn you guys not to touch the wind. Better get that dude some medical attention, eh?"[/color] Max actually warned the civilians and not them. Guns trained onto him now. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to drop the wall. He erected a circular barrier around him. He noticed some of the gang members eyeing a duffel-bag he was next to. [color=#E3C7FF]"Is this what you want?"[/color] Max asked incredulously.[color=#E3C7FF]"[b]Seriously?[/b] You had a shoot-out in-front of people just for this?"[/color] Max's anger bubbled. He had half a mind to simple tear up the bag and throw it into the ocean but decided against it. [color=#E3C7FF]"Piss off before you get it worse than that guy."[/color] "Who the fuck do you think you are, kid?" George piped up, now beet red in rage. "Open this fucking wall up and give us that duffel-bag." [color=#E3C7FF]"No thanks."[/color] Max replied once again. [color=#E3C7FF]"I'll give you three seconds to get lost."[/color] [i] [color=#E3C7FF]3...[/color][/i] Iron George now lived up to his namesake. His skin turned iron as he tried to push his whole body through the barrier. [i][color=#E3C7FF]2...[/color][/i] Max stared blankly at Iron George. He had to hand it to him, he had some durability. He figured that he wouldn't die from what he was about to be subjected to. [i][color=#E3C7FF]1...[/color][/i] Max slashed horizontally, the deafening whistling intensified. A scythe-like slash of wind pushed out from his barrier and collided against George's iron skin. It sounded like a buzz-saw was going off on his chest; the pain likely being comparable. The rest of his gang looked on in horror as George was pushed back and violently thud against the wall. The wind ceased as the man slumped over, bleeding from his chest. Max was right. Iron George had impressive durability, even if he did tone down his power's cutting. The gang tripped on themselves as they ran way. Fortunately they took Iron George and the other unconscious gang member with them. Max kept the wind's whistling as they scurried away, only stopping once they were out of sight. With a sigh, he slung the bag over his shoulders. [i][color=#E3C7FF]Phew. That was exhausting... I should probably hand this over to the police or something?[/color][/i] Max knew that he was likely fired. Whatever. He had to get this duffel-bag to the authorities. But what a day it's been. Hopefully no one would be mad at this bootleg act of vigilantism. It's just some drugs... right? Wait... How was he supposed to explain how he got this bag full of drugs to the police? [/center]