|Before his days as a hero|
Bright headlights illuminated a dark alleyway, not revealing much but a few garbage cans and a large metal door, which mostly likely held a garage behind it. A car door swung open, and the sound of footsteps could be heard over the low growl of the engine. Aside from these two noises, the night was seemingly dead silent. But Jacky knew that behind this garage door, things definitely weren't quiet. It had been less than an hour ago when he was suddenly awoken from his sleep, due to a loud crashing noise heard from his garage. Upon racing there, he had discovered his prize motorcycle missing. It hadn't taken him long to put the clues together and determine that it had indeed been a rival racing gang from the East side of town. Over and over had they competed against each other, and over and over had Jacky beaten them. All of them. He figured it was only long before they came after him. Underground racers didn't particularly like being beaten, especially on their own turf.
So here Jacky was, standing in front of his black and yellow Ford Mustang; his shadow being casted into the alleyway from the headlights which he had left turned on. He wore a black racing suit, with yellow stripes that ran down each sleeve. In his hand was a crowbar, which he knew he could potentially use as an electric baton if he were to properally surge his power through it. At this point, he was still mastering his powers. He didn't care though, because he was bent on retrieving his bike; on extracting revenge. Racing was his life right now, and he'd be damned if someone tried to take that away from him.
He walked forward, his feet crunching against the gravel beneath him. He wasn't entirely sure how he was going to break into the garage, but he was far too angry to think ahead at the moment. Approaching the metal garage door, he looked around, looking for some way to get in. Behind the door, he could hear the music of a radio blasting, and the sound of powertools. They were doing something to his bike. Gritting his teeth, he slamed his hand flat against the door. His rage had caused him to momentarily lose control of his power, causing a massive amount of electricity to discharge from his hand and into the metal garage door, which then conducted the electricity and overcharged the control panel on the other end, causing the door to suddenly, but slowly, begin to raise upward. Not wanting a second to lose, Jacky dropped to the ground, rolling underneath the garage door and into the soundfilled room. Upon reaching his feet, he quickly spotted his bike in the middle of the room, surrounded by multiple gang members, all of who wielded power tools and other instruments.
"Aw, shit, he found us." One of the guys bitterly said."It doesn't matter; he's a dead man now."Another gang member shouted, grabbing a hand held power saw from a metal table containing various tools. "Get away from my bike, now. I'm warning you." Jacky said, his fist gripping tight around the crowbar he held in his hand. "Go to hell." The same man said, gritting his teeth and charging at Jacky, activing the power saw in his hand. The rest of the gang rose to their feet, arming themselves with weapons and looking more alert, as they now realized this was really happening. Clearly he had managed to set off the pissed off one of the bunch. He seemed quite good at it these days.
With a mad man charging at him, he had little time to think. He was definitely no stranger to fighting, but with the inclusion of powers saws and crowbars, he had to admit he was a noobie. He was going to have to just play this one by ear. Jacky waited until the man got right up to him, ducking as the man swung the power saw by his head. The buzzing of the saw was all he could hear, as the blade had gone right by his ear, missing it by inches. Surging electricity from his body and into the crowbar, he swung it at the man's side, sending a quick, violent shock through his body. The power saw was quickly dropped, as the man jumped backward, confused as to what had just happened. Not that he was going to show it, of course. With the man charging at him again, Jacky decided to try a different tactic. His empty hand immediately shot out in front of him, releasing a bolt of electricity which found it's way right into the thug's chest, sending him down instantly.
"Holy shit! Get him!"
Jacky braced himself, as multiple thugs charged him at once. Using his electrified crowbar, he swung it hard into the first man's gut multiple times until he was down. Turning around, a bigger man stood there, who literally grabbed the crowbar out of his hand and threw it to the ground, which seemingly had no effect on him. Jacky threw two hard punches into the man's gut, which also seemed to have no effect. Before he had a chance to retreat, the brute grabbed him by the torso, and began lifting him into the air. "Uh oh." Jacky muttered to himself as he was lifted face to face with the man, his body squirming all about, attempting to break free. "You messed with the wrong people, bub." The man growled in his face, bringing his head back for a headbutt. Quickly, Jacky lifted both hands onto the man's face, sending an weak shock through his arm's and into the man's head; just enough to give him a good shock and let him go. While the man grabbed his head in pain, Jacky was now on the ground and able to send a strong kick into the man's groin; no additional power required.
Pleased with himself, Jacky cracked his knuckles, until he heard the roar of an engine coming to life. Spinning around instantly, he came face to face with his bike, which had now been mounted by one of the criminals. "I suggest you get outta 'my way."The low-life yelled to him over the roaring of the engine."I don't think so."Jacky said, as the man began to rev the engine, indicating he was about to shoot forward and plow through Jacky. Instead of moving, he stood there, awaiting his opponent's next action. As soon as the bike wheels began spinning, Jacky bent down and grabbed the crowbar he had dropped, holding it like a baseball bat. It was already too late for the biker, who had already accelerated forward, not anticipating Jacky's move. Swinging it hard like a bat, Jacky successfuly clotheslined the guy right off the bike, causing the bike to crash to the ground and spin out of control.
His bike was definitely going to need work after this, but at least now it was in hispossession. On top of that, that was one less gang of racers he had to worry about, at least for a while. Stepping out of the garage, he realized using his powers out in public had felt alright, in fact, quite natural. And so did beating the crap out of low-life cheaters like themselves. Perhaps it was something to look into for the future.