A saviour

You find yourself laying face up crammed in a suffocatingly tightly ally way. It’s the first place you could find, the gapping hole in your side sapping away your energy and will to find a better spot.

Your one of Jathe cities vigilantes, having always wanted to be a hero, but lacked in the funds and connections despite your abilities to be able to get into the training academy. You have spent most of your time going after regular thieves, or low level supers in the crime rings, things that wouldn’t get you into too much trouble with anyone above you in power. Your not completely stupid. Which is what you were planning on doing today. when instead of a small villain, you find yourself face to face with an eternity member Surge, in the alliance between the top super villains. Which is how you end up here, blood slowly seeping into the pavement below you.

Osa is on his daily rounds when he comes across the faint outline of someone laying injured in the ally way. It’s not his first time seeing this, and he doesn’t panic much in his short time as a hero he’s been exposed to all of the dark sides of Jathe city. Probably another street fight, he sees it all the time. He walks up to the inured body to get a better look, see if they’re severe enough to need immediate help, or if he can just call an ambulance and be on his way.

“You don’t look to hot,” he calls out while walking up, partly to assess who they are, assuming they answer back. But he stops in his tracks when he gets close enough to see, foot stoping in a puddle of blood as he looks at the low level vigilante.“Huh.”