New Guy In Town [Training/Introductory Post]

So this was the big city huh? Dante chuckled at the spectacle of a city he had decided to now take up homage in. Twas mid-day and he decided to stroll through the city and get an idea, a feel of this place. In all honesty it was no different than any other small, yet economically big, city in any other state or country. Dante had seen such a place before. However with each place, they all had their own ways. He was about to discover New York, New York's.

Dante in his typical black attire of jeans, a fitted shirt, boots, and hooded long coat move briskly through the crowded sidewalk. The abundance of people in this small place drew awe. He loved places like these. It made it easier for him to hid and to enjoy himself, or so he tried. People were hardly paying attention to their surroundings, too busy talking on their phones, listening to their music, having conversations, or overall just being in a hurry to get to their next destination. They made it so easy for people like Dante. Predators of the day and night. Too easy to do things like this: As Dante was passing between two people, he would swiftly reach into their jacket pockets lifting a wallet from one and a cell phone from another. Whether or not they felt it did not matter, for Dante had quickly upped his pace in walking moved to a different part of the sea of people. Dante put the phone in his jacket pocket after setting it to vibrate. The phone belonged to a blonde woman, by the name of Jennifer(so the title on the main screen of the phone said). When he lifted it, she was walking and arguing in his same direction with a man on her opposite side, not even paying attention. He had noticed this easily for he walked with her for several blocks, not actually getting beside her until they entered the crowd. His attention to detail and opportunity becoming even more keen as he strolled through the city. The wallet he had lifted was more so of a quicker thinking. He had spotted the man entering the crowd after having purchased a hot dog from a street vendor. The man had just put his wallet back in his pocket when he had turned, and that was when Dante passed through and grabbed it. Child's play.

Dante fumbled through the wallet, tossing away the identification card and holding on to the credit/debit cards as well as the fifty dollars in cash. Dante could not help but smirk, this was just another typical day to test and improve his skills. He began to wonder about what else it was he could get away with. Dante spotted an officer ahead on the corner he was approaching. A sly smirk appeared on this hooded man's face instantly. Dante began channeling crimson energy to his right hand just as he neared the officer. Dante would step from the crowd for a brief moment, a short moment. It was long enough for him to deliver a swift hook to the face of the officer, the force of which Dante believed broke his jaw as it would send him down instantly. Dante heard screams on top of the moan of pain that escaped the downed officer. He turned to face shocked expressions with a grin of his own, however, he kept on moving through the people. Other officers began crowding the area to aid the injured man, while civilians pointed toward the direction Dante had left. Yet to the dismay of them all, none seemed able to pinpoint Dante at all.

Dante had moved accrossed the street within seconds and was now standing watching the scene. His ability to move through such a crowd with such finesse and speed was remarkable. Much better than he last recalled it being. It was almost as if he had teleported. However he did not possess such an ability of course. Dante leaned against the wall of a building with his hands in his pockets. He was now observing the area. He liked to people watch, it gave him opportunity to pick out targets. As he looked ahead of him, the faint sound of escalated and agitated voices to his right would catch his attention over the loud chattering crowd of folk around him. He closed his eyes as he attempted to isolate the sound before he would turn and head toward it, following it. Not only was his ability to maneuver becoming better but so was his attention to detail it seemed. Perhaps this city was a good move for him to improve such skills, it surely seemed that way with the results this on the fly practice was getting him.

Dante would find himself walking into an alley. At the entrance of the alley Dante picked out the smell of gasoline above the heavy smell of garbage. This was interesting he thought, narrowing his eyes as he ventured further into the alley. As Dante would turn a corner in the alley, he would have to stop himself for what he saw ahead. Dante would get back behind the corner, peaking his head just around it to see what was going on clearly. From what he could see, a man had been chained up and drenched in gasoline, surrounded by a group of 3 men in fine black suits. Dante watched as the men would punch and kick the chained man, punishing him for something he had done. Dante would finally move in on the group, silently, hugging the shadow of the wall. Once he was behind the group he would step forward swiftly, grabbing the head of the center man and twisting it to break his neck instantly. One man just now noticing Dante would reach into his jacket for something. However Dante would be too quick for it and would channel his energy into his palm which he would thrust and hit the man in the chest just over the heart. The impact seemed to give the man a heart attack. Dante would reach into the man's breast pocket to retrieve what it was he was reaching for, a knife. Swiftly Dante would take the knife as the man collapse, turn and stab the final man in the throat, who had happened to be coming at Dante with his own knife.

With all three men Dead, Dante would loot their bodies receiving a total of 200 dollars in cash and another knife and a lighter. He would place the two knives in the belt of his jeans. The chained man began to start thanking Dante profusely for saving his life. "Oh thank you sir, you saved me. These men were gonna burn me alive. I'm forever in your debt. Just unleash these chains and I'll call the police and make sure they know you helped me." he would say.

Dante had just finished counting the money and was putting in his pocket during the man's thanks. He then bent down at the man, looking him dead in the eye and resting a hand on his shoulder. "No, Thank You." he would say with a smile. The man seemed baffled by this response, not understanding why Dante would thank him while being the one that rescued him. Dante would back away from the man, flicking the lighter open and revealing its flame. Dante would throw the lighter down at the knees of the man, igniting the fuel and his body before turning away and walking off into the distance out of the alley. Dante left with a smirk on his face as he could hear the dying screams of the burning man above the chattering of the crowd of people he had emerged himself into.

Dante believed this would be a fun city to call home...for now.

[Exit]

((Word Count: 1,327 - Two Skills Trained From D to C Level))