A midnight fright, courtesy of the Lord of Shadows

(( Ah said no! ^ ^))

((It's changed dude. I think it turned out great. I love the writing style of John Shirley. I think it's noticeable in the changes I made))

((meh, meanie xD and one problem, the NYPD only know him as The Lord of Shadows or New York Vampire, thsts it they know nothing else about him))

Cain chuckles evily pressing the blade to his cheeck bone as the shadows tighten, should be cutting into his skin on his arms and legs now leaving gashes. Of course that is only if this man isn't made of anything stronger than steel. No use killing him right now is there? Of course not, Cain loves to play with and torture his victems and this fool deserves the most gruesum torture he can think of for calling him a 'pretender'. The New York Vampire is most certainly not in any shape or form a 'fake'; he is the real deal this punk ass just can't believe the facts like everyone else. Grinning evily at what red ridding mask says, unfased by the face having done that to someone before anyway, and goes to answer. Only to be interupted by the foolish cops which makes him snarl. Oh, sure he could deal with all the idiot police but to do so would mean he'd have to let reddie go, thus giving him the chance to stab him in the back. "You got lucky little red ridding hood....but I'll get you next time, next time you die. He snarls releasing him but just as he releases him he has a giant spiked shadow wall fall from the air and one rise from the ground, trying to squish the man between the two. As the spiked shadow wall on the 'floor' is made he disappears, melting into the shadows and disssapearing. Once again the Lord of Shadows has evaded capture and gotten away, the NYPD still having no more info on him than they did in the beginning because hopefully reddie got squished like the bag 'o blood he is.

Red squinted from the chopper spot light. Suddenly he felt the shadows that bound him fade away. Cain said "You got lucky little red ridding hood....but I'll get you next time, next time you die".

Red looked up at the chopper to see another spiked wall form above him. Then spikes formed out of the ground as well. Cain was trying to squish him. Ignoring the aching in his muscles from the shadow bonds he leaped away from the two wall just in time when they slammed together.

Temporally away from the spotlight's beam, Red quickly reached over and picked up his helmet that rolled over to the roof's ledge. He quickly placed it back onto his head when...

"YOU IN THE CAPE. STAND DOWN OR WE'LL OPEN FIRE!"

Red cursed to himself "Not me you idiots!". Even though his body ached and demanded rest and recuperation, Red bolted of the roof. He ran down the old fire escape and had to jump the last story. Perspiration showed on his forehead. No time for that. He was grateful that the NYPD happen to be in the vicinity but he was a wanted man as well. He ran two blocks away from the scene while the chopper tried to stay on top of him. He could hear the police sirens closing in. He reached a dark ally way. There his transport waited for him.

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"Where did he go?" Derick Messner, the NYPD helicopter pilot stared down at the streets searching for the man in red.

"He went into that ally" said his partner, a chubbier tanned man by the name of Carl Sionez, replied pointing a finger at an ally was right below them. "Is that the guy from Westmoor... what's his name.... Red something?"

"Yeah, what the hell's he doing in the Big Apple?"

"No idea? Who knows what that freak is up t... What the hell?!"

From the ally below them a black racing motorcycle with a large red streak in the middle roared out of the ally way at full speed and streaked down the main road, doing about 200 an hour.

"Did you see that!?" said Derick.

"Yeah. Should I call it in?"

"Nah, don't bother. Our cruisers are way on the other side of the buildings. By the time they get to this position the guy will be long gone. I can't see him anymore. You?"

"No....." Carl scowled "Damn, we had two wanted guys at our finger tips and we lost them both".

Derick sighed. The chief wasn't gonna be happy about this, " let's head back. No use wasting our time trying to figure things out. Let the forensics guys do there stuff at the crime scene".

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There's an old sewer entrance on the edge of the city that was perched on the shores of the river Hudson. No one, not even the police come there. Red pulled up by the concrete docks and got of his bike. He pushed it over to an old abandoned ware house that was his temporary hide out her in New York. Inside, he leaned it against the wall nearest to the large sliding door and wobbled over to an old couch surrounded by old creates and boxes. A single beam of moonlight shun down upon it from a large hole in the damaged sealing. Red took off his helmet and place on a small table salvaged from the rubble of a nearby scrapyard. He immediately flopped down onto the couch, trying to rest his aching body. The little game of tag with the cops made him even more tired. Driving hurt his chest. His joints stung from the shadows bonds that creep used. He could fell himself slowly drifting of to sleep. He hadn't slept in two days now and this evenings experience took a lot out of him. Just before he fully surrendered him self to dreamland he reflected on the facts he now knew about Cain. He nearly died tonight. He promised himself that he'll never be caught off guard like that again. The times they were a chaingin' and Red had no choice but to get with the program. Meta-humans were now an almost everyday occurrence and he had to be ready for them. Starting with the self proclaimed vampire. He had to find a way to combat his shadow manipulation.

"You got lucky little red ridding hood....but I'll get you next time, next time you die" Cain's words rang in his tired mind.

"Next time I'll be ready for you" the last thought stayed in his mind until sleep finally claimed him.

((topic ended you can count your words and get your exp.loved the ending))

((Oy here comes the hard part. Unless there is an easy part. Maybe Microsoft Word could help. BTW thanks. I guess his first encounter with a Meta wasn't a total disaster. But I don't see what's to like about the ending.))