Ch 1: The Wanderer Part 2

That's when fright struck the robber's face. He backed up with his eyes wide, and his feet stumbling to keep himself from falling backwards. In less than a second a man clad in black with a sword strapped to his back stood in his face. Black hair soaked in water and his eye glowed red as he stared into the robber's heart. The robber regained his balance and began to study the man quickly. "Who the hell are you? You're interrupting my fun." The man only smiled a large evil grin. He began to slowly walk toward the robber, taking out his katanna from its sheathe. It ricocheted the lightning  flashes like a beam of light and the blade was made of a reflective steel. It looked almost indestructible. "Fun, huh? Is that what they call it? I could only look on it as demonic. And demons have no place in this world." The robber then lifted up both his hands, the lightning flashes becoming more constant, as well as the crash of thunder. The robber was wearing a white bandanna over his head. He had a cliche leather jacket with torn pants to match. The only odd thing about him was that he had no shoes. "If I'm a demon then, I'll have a good time eradicating some wanna-be hero." Then came the burst of speed. Sword in both hands, the man only took one step, and then he vanished, only to appear behind the robber who stood there as if he finally realized his wrong. Instead he was only in shock and fell to his knees as the blood began to spurt from his midsection. The puddles turned crimson red and the wanderer just swung his sword to rid the blood off its blade. Even with the rain, he couldn't allow a fool's blood to rust a blade he trusted in. He turned to face the family and then made his way toward them. The family cowered in fear more than they did to the robber that lay dead in his own blood. The man's eyes widened and he realized that he had just killed the man in cold-blood, in front of children no less. He cringed and clenched his fist and took a small bow. He didn't know what to say, but he decided it best if he at least tell them something. "I'm sorry violence has reached your family. Please.... stay safe." With a quick turn on his boot he faced his back to the family who scrambled into their home. He sighed and put a hand on his head as he put his sword up. "This isn't getting any easier. I guess I just have to make my way back home." And so he did, walking past the dead man and crossing a small road to continue walking in another direction. The rain had begun to stop and the man only smiled as he looked up to see a clear sky and a bright white moon shining down upon him. It was a long walk, as when he reached his home it was nearly dawn, and the amazing view from his small house was all but boring. The many colors of the morning made him smile as he entered his ransacked home. It was made of old wood, creaking and cracking in its frame. And abandoned home for someone who had done the same. The inside was different though, with painted tan walls and a decent kitchen that stood in front of him. To his left was a small gathering room which was darker than normal. Snapping one of his gloved hands, the candles shot up in flames, lighting up the house in an instant. Nothing stood in the area. "Must have been my imagination."