This story will take place in the popular and well known city of Magnolia. This town is basically the Fiore version of New York City, as it's very prone to unnatural and Doom's Day catastrophes. And in this story, superheroes.

     But this will begin at night, where a nineteen year old man lies in wait on the roof of a building. With an intercom in the form of headphones over his ears, he listened closely to pick up police transmissions.

     His long, black mane of hair blew in the cool wind, a strand falling across a silver skull-like mask that covered his face. Red eyes glinted behind the eye sockets of the mask, and he crouched on top of a building beside an alleyway.

    Static came from his headphones, and he pressed a gloved hand against them to steady it as he heard, "Zzt... Officer 1101, we are reporting a bank robbery on Main Street, repeat, there is a robbery—" the transmission cut off, but the man on the roof top only grinned as the transmission was answered, "Don't worry, we're on our way. And keep an eye out for that vigilante character we've been seeing. Press wants more info on Blacksteel."

     The man, obviously Blacksteel, grinned as he took off the headphones. "Main Street, huh? Here I come!" he sprinted across the roof tops before dropping down into the alleyway, landing smoothly on top of a motorcycle. He revved the engines loudly before taking off, pulling out of the alleyway and zooming down the main road.

     Swerving expertly around a few cars, it didn't take long for Blacksteel to reach his destination. A group of four men were creeping through the dark out of a bank with sacks of money. Each of their faces was smeared with black paint to hide their identities.

     Blacksteel slid smoothly off his motorcycle, striding calmly towards them. One noticed and glanced up, "Blacksteel?" He said, recognizing him from the newspapers, and the other men glanced up too.

     The vigilante pulled a chain whip from his belt and lunged forward.

     The men instantly scampered towards the street, but the chain whip curled around one's ankle, pulling him back into Blacksteel's fist and knocking him out. Blacksteel sprang forward, cutting off the other's escape. He punched one in the face, dropping him instantly, and the other one was cracked with the whip.

     Shortly later, when the police arrived, all they found was four struggling men tied upside down to a street lamp with chains.

     "Blacksteel again," the two cops exchanged glances, then turned to face the struggling men.

     Blacksteel, who was now a few blocks down on his motorcycle, drove into a dark alleyway to hide himself as a police car zipped past. He paused, then stopped to pick up a dropped and soggy newspaper from the ground. He found a whole article on himself and frowned. More insults hating on him for being 'incoherent with the law' and 'stealing valuable police information'.

     Oh well. He wasn't in this to be liked. He was in this to help people and stop the idiots who broke the law. And this was what he got for it? Aggravating.

    By this time, the police cars were long out of sight, so Blacksteel trashed the old newspaper and climbed back onto his motorcycle.

     Despite what he did as a vigilante, at heart he was just a teenager worrying about typical things. Like right now, he was dreading the new college he was about to go to the next day. In real life, Blacksteel's name was Gajeel Redfox, a typical punk with no respect for teachers and a high threshold for pain.

      Blacksteel Gajeel was passing by the bank he had just been at, and realized the men were gone, but the police car was still there. He brought his motorcycle to a halt, then realized the back seat of the car was packed with unconscious bodies.

     There was a snap of twigs behind him, and Gajeel whipped around, his hand gripping the weapon on his belt firmly. Then a crashing sound came from the museum across the street, and Gajeel turned to face it. Chiding himself for nosing into what wasn't his business, he strode across the street to the museum. He pushed through the glass doors, and heard another sound. Someone was definitely in there.

    There was a shadower figure examining a set of empty boxes beside a statue, and threw an empty one over its shoulder.

       Gajeel accidentally stepped on a piece of glass that crunched beneath his boot, and the figure whipped around. 

     It was clearly a girl, who was fairly short despite her knee high boots. She wore a black outfit that consisted of a black shirt, a dark, plaid skirt with black leggings, and a mask that covered her face. The mask was masquerade style, black with blue and silver feathers on one side.

     Gajeel scowled at her, "Who the hell are you? And did you attack those guys back there?" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the men in the police car.

     "Guilty," she said in a calm voice. But she sounded young, maybe even a little younger than him, "And I'm surprised you of all people don't know me, Blacksteel." She spread her arms, "I am Shadow Script."

    "Hold on, you're that supervillain everyone's been talking about," he remembered from the newspaper he'd read a few days ago. Then he grinned, "This is excellent! Now I get to take you down."

    She lunged forward with no warning, "Solid Script: knives!!"

     Blacksteel dodged the attack, rolling behind a nearby statue of someone who did something some time ago, but the statue shattered into pieces behind him.

     "Solid Script:" he heard her say, "Fire!" and heat seared him from either side of the pedastool he now crouched behind. He heard the heel of her boots click on the tile floor as she walked towards him. Time to make his move.

     Gajeel vaulted over the pedastool, his fist landing a solid blow to her cheek. She tumbled back, but landed in a crouched position. She paused only to wipe her cheek before rushing him again, raising her hands, "Solid Script: rocks!!"

     "Whoa!" Gajeel dodged the barrage of incoming rocks, all except one which painfully struck his shoulder. He drew his whip, cracking it menacingly, but she raced forward, shooting more rocks at him. There were several loud cracks and the stones fell, partly disintegrated, to the ground in front of them.

    He cracked his whip at her, but she shouted,"Solid Script: wall!" and a wall appeared to shield her. The chain whip cracked the wall, and she rolled out from behind it. But before she could do anything else, the whine of police sirens sounded outside, accompanied by the flashing of lights.

    Shadow Script leapt into the air, "Solid Script: wind!!" and she was carried by some invisible force out of the broken skylight, disappearing from sight.

    Gajeel cursed, then raced out the back for of the museum to escape the crime scene.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

     Well, first chapter of the new book!! This is just a funny little idea I came up with, I hope you guys like this. Hopefully, I'll update very soon. So can't wait to write more!! Bye bye!

                                          —gajevyx99