Friday March 14th 2014. It is a relatively busy night in the streets of Brisbane, Australia. A city that boasts tall, beautiful buildings and skyscrapers that light up the city at night. The streets of Brisbane come to life with restaurants, nightclubs, hangout spots and various shops attracting people of all ages, race, color and ethnicity to the city. Though it's never always like this, as this is what you call a quiet night. For the last two years, the crime activity in Brisbane had skyrocketed to the point where local, state and even federal authorities have been up to their eye sockets trying to restore peace to the city. All in vain though, as more criminals appear out of nowhere as if they magically appeared out of nowhere. There are rumors of some benefactor working behind the scenes, but the idea of someone literally arming every Tom, Dick and Harry with all the means to create chaos in a city is a far stretch. But never rule anything out, you never know what's possible.
Within the city is a place called the Valley. It's what you'd refer to as Brisbane's version of the Bronx in New York City. Filled with a mix of different buildings ranging from new and bright to old and rundown, the Valley is basically a little column A and a little column B. The old rundown shopping mall and the train station have become filthy nest areas for low life criminals looking to prey on any unsuspecting victims in a bid to rob or murder civilians either for survival or pleasure. The criminal mind is fascinating in various ways, for those of course who study every aspect of said subject.
In the deep tunnels of the train station in the Valley is extremely quiet. It's 11:30pm, the lanes in the tunnel are quiet, it's pitch dark with a few working lights, the floors and pillars look like they haven't been clean in weeks, and the trains that pass by have been infected with graffiti art over the years. Damn shame too, as these trains are state-of-the-art as well. They look sleek like a bullet and an commercial airplane, pure coats of white paint with silver outlines and continuous connected windows that look so much better than those old trains. But all that's ruined by all the graffiti art now.
In the station, a family consisting of a father, his wife and their 10 year old son are waiting for the 11:45pm train. It has been a late night for them, having attended a friend's birthday party that went way longer than what should've been. The father looks like he's agitated, the mother looks worried, and the son looks in good spirits. All in all a good looking family by all standards. But unbeknownst to the family, lurking in the shadows are a pair of two low life criminals dressed in hoodies and track pants with expensive looking Nike shoes slowly advance towards the unexpected long family. The son notices the criminals sneaking in shadows.
The son screams...
The parents turned around, they take their son by the hand and start running.
They managed to make it outside of the train station hoping to find anyone to help, but not a soul in sight...
BANG!
BANG!
The son realizes that his parents collapsed to the ground with blood seeping out of them onto the cold asphalt. The son then finds himself being pushed into a cluster of garbage bins. He takes a moment to collect himself and proceeds to slowly get up onto his knees. Holding his head with one hand, he looks forward trying to see if his parents are okay, only to see that the criminals stealing his parents money and valuables.
BANG! BANG!
The criminals fire shots again at the boy's parents, both poor souls now lying motionless. Instead of running away frantically like what your typical criminal would do, the two lowlifes casually walk away into an nearby alley, proudly proclaiming the spoils of their criminal activity that they had just proudly performed.
The boy frantically runs to his parents, wanting to see if they were okay after what had transpired.
They've gone cold, emitting no sign of life.
Having borne witness to the horrifying sight in front of him, the boy screams and cries with all his might.
A poor boy had lost his parents. No child should have to go through that.
On the top of a medium sized building next to what happened in the street, the boy looks up and sees a lone figure looking down, witnessing what had just taken place. The figure raises his right arm, and a cable shoots out from his hand into the direction his hand was facing. The figure flies off into the night.
The two lowlifes find a secluded spot on the other side of the Valley. An overlook on a rundown building that's cold, dark, isolated that looks like a rundown version of a 80's hotel, concealed by a mix of other buildings new and old. The lowlifes rampage through the spoils of their despicable crime that they so graciously committed. Like children digging in a bag full of chocolate and other goodies, the lowlifes' eyes light up as they see what they've gotten their hands on.
"Alright, there must be at least $300 in cash with two credit cards." One says.
"That'll be $150 each." The other says. "Not a bad way to go into the weekend don't you think?"
"What about the credit cards?"
"We got that credit card hacking device back at the hideout, that benefactor sure has the goods alright."
"Can't believe she just hands them out for free! Sooner or later, this whole city is gonna be a playground!"
"Hell, I wanna get that benefactor into my bed. She's one fine looking lady alright! I wanna strip her right down and get-"
The lowlifes conversation is cut off from something behind them.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to have dirty thoughts?"
The lowlifes quickly turn around to see a man standing behind them next to an open window.
They've never seen him before, but they heard of him before.
They've heard the stories.
They didn't believe them.
"Are those guns in your pants? Or are you just happy to see me?" the man sarcastically speaks.
"Crap! It's Omega Magnus!" One of the lowlifes said.
Omega Magnus, the name of the man standing in front of the criminals. The man is tall and medium built, wearing what looks to be armor on his upper and lower body decked in black with blue outlines. The armor doesn't cover his biceps and the bottom half of his upper legs, but the definition of the muscles are a sight to behold. The armor is shape to resemble the muscles of a male bodybuilder with a bold and well constructed exaggerated M symbol on the chest area. A flashy utility belt surrounds his waist, and wears what combines solid knee pads and high end protective boots that look like a fighter's kick-pads.
On the man's arms are twin gauntlets that cover the wrists and hands. They make the typical wrists look more like Popeye's comical wrists. A cape emits from the shoulders that goes all the way to the floor, with the end of the cape having what seems to be five points that look like neatly pointed fox tails. And to top it off, the man has a combed back hairstyle with two bangs coming forward which you'd expect to see in a Japanese anime, and sports a pair of sunglasses that look thicker than usual as if they were high tech.
The lowlifes are looking scared and worried. They realize that Omega Magnus must've seen them murder the couple from the train station.
"BOLT IT!!!"
The criminals bolt for the door as if they were running for their lives. They find the staircase leading to the roof and head towards it. A set of balconies with ladders on the side of the building is a quick emergency exit devised by the criminals in case they been discovered. The criminals make it to the roof to carry out their escape plan. Only to find...
"About time! Any longer and I would've fallen asleep!"
Omega Magnus had beaten the lowlifes to the roof. Stories from other criminals say that Omega Magnus had speed and reflexes that need to be seen to believe. It's as though they were face to face with a demigod.
"What do we do?" One of the lowlifes said.
"We have no choice! Get him!" The other says.
The criminal who decided to take the initiative pulls his gun out and proceed to fire.
BANG!
In a second, the criminal's gun flies out of his hand.
Omega Magnus lifts one of his gauntlet-wearing arms, and in the split second of the gun firing, deflects the incoming bullet straight back to the criminal's gun.
The gun is flicked right out of the criminal’s hand in an instant. The criminal clutches his hand, which is hurting from the shock of the bullet hitting the gun.
"Damn you, FREAK!"
The same criminal charges at Magnus, but is quickly grabbed by the front of his hoodie. Straight afterwards, Omega Magnus turns and lifts the criminal straight up, over his head, and slams the criminal onto the ground. Looking at it, the criminal looked more like a very lightweight rag doll thrown around like a child throwing a lightweight teddy bear around. The criminal is out cold, the other one seeing what had just transpired, looks toward the ladder and decides to make a desperate attempt to escape.
Omega Magnus, seeing the other lowlife trying to make a run for it, lifts his left gauntlet, and fires a cable at the fleeing criminal, the cable's grapple hook catching the criminal's left leg, causing the criminal to trip and fall to the ground. The criminal tries desperately to scramble to the ladder, but the strength of Magnus prevents the criminal from moving even an inch further. With one arm, Magnus pulls the criminal back towards him with overbearing force, which sends the criminal flying towards him, and in a split-second, is grabbed on the front of the hoodie by Magnus and the criminal is lifted into the air with one arm.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me man! Don't kill me!" The criminal at that point sounds more like a child throwing a tantrum.
"I didn't know sarcastic vigilantes were killers... Though you seemed at ease making that kid an orphan!" The tone of Magnus' voice changes to a more serious tone compared to the sarcastic tone he sported earlier.
"You and your buddy are off to jail, and you can tell your lowlife garbage hoodlum friends what happens when they decide to go commit crimes to please that benefactor of yours!"
"The Benefactor will deal with you!" the criminal decrees. "She will make you bow down to her!"
“Don’t suppose it’s too much trouble to ask who she is?” Magnus asks,
“No way man!” the criminal says as if he was speaking in absolute terror. “We’re forbidden to tell people who she is! She’ll kill me if she found out it was me who spilled!”
A soft chop comes down hard on the criminal's neck. The criminal falls to the ground. Unconscious. A more harder chop would've killed the lowlife. But Omega Magnus does not believe in killing, refusing to lower his standards to the lowlife criminals he chases and hunts.
"At least I know the Benefactor is a she..." Magnus mutters to himself, “Oh well, it was worth a try…”
