Walking through the dark, musty alleyway, is a young adult draped in a almost abyssal black cloak, almost seamlessly blending into the shadows that are cast by the dim lights on either side of the narrow passageway.
Slinking along making almost no noise, dodging like a agile cat all the knocked over trashbags and broken pieces of wood, the young adults face shrouded in moving darkness, eyes transfixed on the target in his sights, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair parted down the middle, cropped on the sides, giving the man an almost tryhard look of someone trying to look young.
The man saunters round the corner back onto the street with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye, not focusing on anything but the bliss he feels deep in his chest after his earlier activity, the man wipes small traces of blood from his knuckles onto his red gym sweatpants, hiding the evidence of the beating he just gave his victim back in the alley, the only sign is the slightly red marks left behind that you wouldn't notice unless taking a real close inspection which no-one in the right mind would to for fear of getting on his bad side.
The man was known as Johnathan Blake, the mob boss of the town known as GleamHill, Johnathan was just done taking care of some insubordination from a local shopkeep who was refusing to pay his protection racket, beating the shopkeep to an inch of his life, and leaving him unconscious in the alley, broken and bleeding out behind a dumpster.
Johnathan was trotting down and was just about to enter a quiet closed bar when he was knocked flying with a weight that was thrown into his shoulder blade's, crashing into a nearby streetlight, causing it to turn off and plunge that section to be inveloped in dim light, apon landing on all fours, wincing in pain, Johnathan looks up, pain evident on his face along with anger scanning his surroundings, looking for who has the balls to cause him pain, vowing to make the bastard suffer, he spots a cloaked figure standing just on the edge of the darkness looking down at the crouched man with what looked like a smirk only revealed by the light above them.
Johnathan attempts to stand, clutching his left side, clearly something was broken, stumbling with his feet slightly hunched over he faces his attacker "Someone clearly needs to learn who he is dealing with, you've just signed your death warrant punk" He sneers at the cloaked individual, sizing up the young man judging by his stature and stance deduced Johnathan, "I'm the boss of this territory, and you just went and attacked me, when I'm done with you noone is going to find even a trace of you, but it's going to be a long painful journey before you are released from your coming hell, BOY!".
The young adult seemingly sneers back and crouches slightly looking like he is planing on lunging at Johnathan, Johnathan leaps first from his slightly hunched position ignoring the pain that sears down his side and prepares to grab the cloaked young man, with the attempt of dragging him to the ground and beating him unconscious, however it seemed like this was the plan all along on the young man's side as he drops to the ground and kicks Johnathan with both his feet in the chest and send him flying with his own momentum stopped and a strong force repelling him and crashing back into a nearby dumpster on the side of the street.
The cloaked figure immediately gives chase, grabbing Johnathans ankle and with monstrous strength, lifts and throws Johnathan down a nearby side street between the bar and neighbouring warehouse, Johnathan still slightly dazed from the impact with the dumpster only comes to his senses as he is let go by the young man and is shocked momentarily by the feat this individual has just preformed throwing his 230lb body like a bag of trash tossed into a landfill, but is brought out of his thoughts by the unbearable pain of his landing as he bounces off the concrete and lands awkwardly, snapping his right foot backwards causing the bone to pierce his flesh and bringing a yelp from Johnathans mouth.
Johnathan not able to think clearly as lights dance in his vision of his blurred view, sees that the man he threatened stalking towards him with clear meaningful steps, Johnathan curses and shakes his head trying to get the irritating light to leave his sight, Johnathan reaches behind him and opens a phone, but as he does the young man appears as if by magic infront of him and grabs his hand and proceeds to crush his hand and the phone in one motion, Johnathan can't help but scream in agony but is quickly muffled by the cloaked man's hand over his mouth.
Johnathan mid-scream tried to bite the man's hand, trying to inflict any kind of pain on the man as a way of revenge for reducing Johnathan to this pitiful state, clamping down with all the force he could muster managed to draw a single drop of blood from the man's hand, grunting in satisfaction and staring with anger and a twinkle of victory at the man's face which was only a few inches from his at this point, Johnathans blood runs cold as he looks into two glowing red pools that made up this cloaked man's eyes watching him with a blank expression, the cloaked figure face resembled that of a teenager, 17 at most, gazing at him with an almost uncomfortable look on his face.