Vespasian's Journal October 2, 20XX

Wow... classic. So classic in fact that it was almost suspicious. The woman's screams wafted up to me on the wind lapping against the building. Rain was pounding my face, my true face, the face of the Roman emperor who put out the unrighteous flames of Nero, emblazoned in the sun on my head. Shrouded by a cowl of black and enlightened by golden armor I was unnoticed due to the thick rain while watching what the villain Guillotine was doing.

Normally the screams cut deep into one's skin, one's soul, but I wasn't unnerved. Is that a scary thought? The screaming obviously didn't bother the criminal's so if it didn't bother me anymore does that mean I am on the path of becoming like them?

He was holding her out a window by a backpack on her back. His meaty arm as thick as Brazilian coffee~

I groaned as I started to try and erase what I recorded just as he dropped her. Muttering a curse I, pocketed my slightly wet journal and leapt down from my perch. Strangely the woman wasn't flailing about like a fish out of water but crisply held her body erect to slow her descent. An easy catch but several feelings of foreboding wash over me. I should be chasing Guillotine so I can stop him from doing this again...

By killing him.

That would be more paperwork from the Angels Organization however. Not only would I have to do paperwork for why I didn't save the girl but I would have to explain why I killed a guy who's escaped Death Row twice. I shuddered in midair just from the thought of the paperwork back at HQ, uggghhh.

I caught the girl adeptly, twisted, and shot my grapple gun at a small perch. After split second calculations I maneuvered her and my body in such a way so the whiplash didn't hurt either of us. The taut rope stretched like a bungee cord and kept the g-forces from the fall from killing us as well. For some scary reason though the woman was laughing.

"Fifth one today!"

"What do you mean?" I grumbled.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

One second, I was in the rain. Then the next, I was in the middle of a parking lot across the city. Landing in thick mud, I quickly shot to my feet and began surveying my surroundings. Cars, twenty or so goons, a grotesque effigy and four heroes thrown into a pile dead.

Well, that makes seven this week.

Ugggh, I'll just not record this in my daily report, the paperwork is going to be ungodly if I did.

"Did you do that?" I asked, pretending not to assume guilt or else I'd get into it with the law.

"Yeah, we did," a giant of a man drawled out, "and your-"

Now that legalities were... partly appeased, I didn't hesitate to drive his nose into his skull via my palm. All the other goons shuffled back and watched in horror as the giant fell like Jack's Beanstalk. I stood in a defensive stance as I patiently began trying to maneuver my way into a corner. I didn't want them to jump on me from behind. A shirtless man slumped to his knees over the dead man. Rain drummed like ominous battle songs until the wordless pause was broken by the man whimpering, "Brother-"

Then he fixed his vengeful gaze onto me but his eyes were different. Like I'm a zombie grey different and as he screamed in rage his limbs and nails elongated, turning pale as death, as I watched him grow into a seven foot tall monster.

Well, that's new. I proceeded to throw five sticky-bomb pellets at the ankles of five enemies with one hand and reached into my belt with the other. Taking hold of a contraption the shape of a cigar case and with a click of a button it extended to the length of a Bō staff. Then, with a wide twirl, I hit all of my immobilized enemies and caused them to tumble to the ground awkwardly. Some blocked their faces but that didn't matter, a few of them snapped or dislocated their immobile leg. This all happened in a span of three, probably five seconds.

Time felt slow as I locked in on my real target. The goons spread apart, letting the monster man and other supers through. My eyes never left my main target, in the back, the teleporter. With my free hand, I grabbed two smoke pellets from my belt. I waited for my moment, tossed up one pellet as a split second distraction and tossed the other down. Before the other pellet landed I aimed and fired my grapple gun from it's holster and latched onto the teleporter. Seeing that my path was going to go in between the Big Kahuna's legs I pressed a button on my staff and twisted, splitting the Bō into two nightsticks. You know what they say: the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Nailing him in the right in the goods, caused the big boy to collapse. While sliding through the slick mud I began hitting whatever kneecaps I could like an evil doctor with those little hammers. I glanced up and now noticed that my target was also sliding towards me since the line was on her foot. Only half the goons were distracted by my smokescreen but it was enough as I collided with the teleporter and quickly got her head in my hands.

"If you don't get me out of here I will give you what's called a Jefferson Fracture." I threatened.

"You won't break my neck." She huffed.

Thought I was bluffing huh? I mentally commentated.

I shrugged, "Okay."

Once I began twisting her neck in an uncomfortable way she teleported me -err us to safety. She chuckled nervously and I declared carrying her away, "You'll help later."