Blurb Finished: Cannibalistic Vigilante Known as "Accrete"
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The moon shone confidently over Coppice city, casting distinct shadows late into the night.
Jackson Helm roamed the streets, making his nightly patrols. He wore a thick dark gray coat, blue jeans, and black running shoes. His face was often stuck in a cold and unwelcoming expression. He was known to the people of Coppice city as Accrete, and was one of the most powerful super-humans in the state. He had amassed a bounty of abilities: superhuman strength, superhuman hearing, energy absorption, self viscosity control, and pyrokinesis. Not many people knew how he had gained these powers, and it wasn't something he wanted others to know.
What the people of Coppice city did know, is that almost every super-human Accrete defeated was never seen or heard from again. Many assumed that Accolade would kill them, but they were only partially correct.
Jackson Helm walked down the cold sidewalk. His breath formed clouds of vapor, which would dissolve into the night air. He walked past the familiar retail stores, and gave a passing glance at a sleeping homeless man. "That runt better have it." He grumbled to himself, picking up a brisk pace.
Accrete soon reached his destination, a dark public park. Squall, a young man in his twenties sat at a small picnic table, wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt. He seemed to be nervous. He was a super-human as well, and had the ability of air manipulation. He wasn't as skilled as other heroes and villains, but could lift a semi-truck with his gusts of air, and levitate by raising himself with the winds. Squall looked up, "Hey Jack." He tried to hide his fear.
"Where is it?" Accrete stepped forward, looking Squall up and down with a look of disgust.
"I don-," Squall took a deep breath. "I don't have it." He looked down at the ground.
Accrete clenched his hand into a fist. "Why not?" He asked evenly, attempting to control his anger. "Those energy cells weren't cheap. I had to take out a whole squadron of ACT soldiers to get those. You know how those guys are, Squall. They hit hard. I'm not invincible."
"I know that, it's just," Squall trailed off.
Accolade looked at Squall with a steely eye. "What?"
"I needed the money, alright?" He looked up at Accrete. "I figured that since you're so strong, you wouldn't need those energy cells as much."
Accrete lunges at Squall, grabbing his neck. "You little runt!" He throws him to the ground, and looks at the young man at his feet. "I said you needed to have the money by tonight. You dare cross me like this!" Accrete's fist burns red-hot, flames burst from his knuckles.
Squall quickly raises his arm, forcing a gust of wind to push Accrete back. "I'm sorry! I can get the money back!" Squall gets up to his feet, as Accrete rushes toward him.
"You entitled bastard, I needed that money!" Accrete flung a volley of fireballs at Squall, who countered the move by dodging the attack and raising himself up in the air. Accrete leaped into the night sky, and latched onto the young man's leg with an iron grip.
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Note: For some reason, I kept on writing Accrete as Accolade. That was annoying. Accolade is going to be the name of a separate character.
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Accrete raised the temperature of his hand, while increasing his grip on Squall. "No one gets away from me without paying the price!" He yelled, attempting to drag Squall down.
Squall was having a hard time concentrating while his leg was practically being burned off. "Damn it, Jack! I'm sorry!" Squall hovered just so Accrete was off the ground. He was doing his best to fight the pain. He knew that Accrete was going to kill him, and take his powers. He knew that much. "I can pay you back!" Squall attempted to kick his attacker off his leg, but with no avail.
"I'm not going to let a runt like you get away with disrespecting me like this!" Accrete's clasped hand burned with a furious intensity, eating through the leg of Squall's pants. "This is the last time you're going to drop the ball on me!"
Squall screamed in pain, as Accrete's burning hand scorched his flesh, he dropped to the ground, breaking his focus. "No! Please!" He raised his arms to attempt to block the incoming blows.
Accrete literally burned with rage, as his fists met with Squall's body. His flesh was singed simply by the intense heat of his fists. The aggressor picked up the squirming young man, and held him up to his eye level. "We could have been fine. I could have taught you to gain full control of your powers. Yet, you came along and screwed it all up." Accrete's face was twisted into a grimace of complete hatred, and bloodlust.
"I'm sorry!" Tears ran down Squall's face, as he blurted out, speaking through the pain. "My family needed that money! It was the only way, Jack!"
"I don't want to hear your little sob story!" He shook Squall, his hands still burning at an intense temperature. "You're an insignificant runt, only fit for death." Accrete clenched his teeth. "Goodbye, Squall."
"N-no! Plea-" Squall's words were interrupted as his neck was snapped, and the life was drained out of his body. Accrete grinned with dark pleasure, and threw he corpse to the ground with a sickening thump.
Accrete wasted no time, and plunged his hand into Squall's chest, and removed his heart. It was still beating, writhing weakly. The heart glowed with a soft energy, as Accrete could feel the power that was sheltered inside. He quickly bit into the bloody organ, using his teeth to rip through the tender tissues. He could feel the essence of the young man filling his body, from his ears all the way to his toes. "Yes, it is done." Accrete's grin grew wider, as he unleashed a blast of power, fueling a massive gust of wind. The gust whipped the grass around him, tearing the sod from the ground. He began to rise into the cold night sky, surrounded by an untamed whirlwind.
This was Accrete's true power. His rage, his hunger, and lust for power. He had no other agenda, other than to keep his motives secret, and to protect the civilians from those who threatened the fine city of Coppice.
