The sound of the city was kind of lacking at the moment. Frank was confused as to why this was usually around this time more and more people would be crowding around the city looking and shops and the other shit that the people really liked to look at but this time there appeared to be none that were really around. This was just odd as he was not use to the peace that was creeping up on him in this area. He was not enjoying it. Even though he really did not like people he would rather have distractions around him in order to block out the sound of the lyrics in his mind that scraped the sides of his skull like his mind was trying to constantly give itself a self-lobotomy for the odd reason of wanting to see how much torture he was able to inflict on himself. Frank was a troubled man but his goals and intentions were pure. He hated that the people who existed side by side by those in power were forced to bear witness and become pawns to the power struggle of the factions within the world. This made him sick and for some reason the disappearance of all the people that he usually saw felt to be nothing like a coincidence. He felt that the thing to do would be to go ahead and investigate what it was that was causing such a disruption in the natural social status of the town that he was relaxing in or at least trying to relax in. He ran down the street to the center to try and find someone that might be able to help him get to the bottom of this as something about what was going just did not really seem right. 

Fuck. Frank exclaimed as he looked around the town square and with a small sigh would come to notice that there was barely anyone in the town to ask about what was going on. He stayed close to the edge of the town and was kind of not really involved except for those that he helped prior knew his face and knew his name. The town was barren for the most part minus a few people who he could see through the windows of their homes. He figured his best job to help and get to what was happening was to knock on doors and ask around to see what it was that was going on but whether or not the people that still remained here would be willing to help him was basically still to be determined. He shrugged and ran up to the first door. Um can someone in there help me? I want to find out what it was that happened to the people here. Go away and don’t come back here.  The voice yelled this in a heavy brisk voice but it was clear that what was in the voice was more fear then anything. He went to the next few houses but unfortunately for him at this time the first response that he got was basically the consensus that he was getting from all of those that he went to right after that one. Every time that he was trying to help and see what the hell was going on, the door would either get slammed in his face or he would get ignored all together or yelled at. Either way things were looking for him to just be going nowhere fast or he was not really in the mood for all this as he was getting more and more annoyed by the lack of help that he was getting from those around him. It was like these people were letting their fear get in the way of progress and the way to help their fellow man. He saw them as cowards but honestly could not blame them for this because he could tell that they were not those who fought often. The thrill of battle was all but lacking in them and that was not their fault. Frank continued circling town and was still lost in thought but was given a beckon in the black landscape of the all forgotten town he was stuck in. A voice called out to him from behind one of the houses. Following the only clue he had at this point, Frank would go to the voice and see that it came from a small child who was looking around to see if he would be caught meaning this was not what he was supposed to be doing. 

Young man, can you explain what happened here? The child stopped and looked around once more as it was clear that he did not want to be out here for fear of some type of retaliation by the gruff voice that was coming from his house. The bad men came through the city. They take people for no reason. They are bad. They took my…. Get in the house! The loud voice finally found a face as it was that of a burly man who ranked the child and pretty much bowled him in through the doors.  Frank sighed ready to grab the sword that clung to his hip like it was glued on. He instead would keep his calm against the male was showing obvious anger at him for some reason. He looked at him as the man looked like he wanted to strike Frank but instead he shed a tear. What my son was saying is that the jailers at the local jail kidnapped a lot of people from the town trying to gain money from their families and one of those people was my wife. None of us actually have the money that is needed to pay them and now they are saying they will keep them there until we get it. Frank’s face went stoic as he asked for the directions and nothing more as that was all he needed at this point. The male told him where to go and introduced himself as the local blacksmith named Brutus. Frank vanished in to the forest heading for the jail on the outskirts of town. He was not pleased that people of the law went to the dark side of it and now wanted to use their power to hurt those that were weaker than them. Bullying was such a low form of flexing and to challenge and flex on those that were easily weaker was just cruel even for someone like frank. He and within minutes would come to the jail. 

Keeping his wings hidden beneath his jacket he would walk in the jail and look around. It was just a casual place as it was about a 15x15 meter square that held a basement door that appeared to take you deeper in to the dank smelling place. Frank was greeted with the smell of a foul cigar and the spit in his direction by a man with his feet propped up on the desk. Two people were in their while he could hear voices coming from beyond the door that led to the basement. What do you want? I want you to let the people you falsely imprisoned in this dungeon free or I shall have to take these matters into my own hands and hand out my own form of justice. The two guards laughed and prepared to get up grabbing their swords as they were stirring. They seemed to assume that they could take Frank on their own but they would be mistaken. As the guards would go to get up and before they would grab their weapons, Frank would deploy both of his wings and combine this with the jab step motion of his fighting style allowing his distance to be increased as well as the propulsion of his wings to make him even faster on takeoff. 

In this motion he would swing his feet forward finding their mark in the chest of the guard who was talking all that good shit a few seconds ago. The other guard would see this as an attack of opportunity and try to quickly grab his weapon and strike at Frank. Frank would catch this action and deliver and nice kick to the back of the knees of the patron before swiftly taking his arm and neck region and slamming them into the floor of the jail with a sickening thud. The guard he kicked was on the floor in a heap after colliding with the floor. The two voices that he heard stopped and were followed by the sounds of rapid footsteps guiding their way up the hall and then boom. The door sprung open with one guard holding a pistol and pointing it looking for disturbance that was causing all the sounds up here. The other guard had his sword in one hand much as the same as the other two. The pistol wielding guard held a shiny pair of keys on his belt. That one must be the jailer, Franks said to himself. Keeping the battle in his favor, Frank would turn and use his wings once more in order to glide to the side but closer in to the sword wielding guard. The jailer pointed and fired trying to keep an eye on Frank in order to hit him and then went to reload. The sword wielding guard swung at Frank who was now close enough to be hit. The shot caught him, swiping his side. The hit connected because of the turn Frank was in the middle of doing which led to a disturbing kick to the side of the head of the guard. The guard fell to the ground easily unconscious while the jailer was just reloading. Frank had one quick shot before he had to dodge again and quickly chest kneed the guard before bringing his knee once more in to the chest two more times. The jailer and last enemy fell to the ground clutching his chest and moaning in pain. Frank ran down the basement freeing the captives and leading them on their way out with the guards and jailer still down. They arrived at the town with everyone being happy but Frank was not okay with this as he would not always be there to help them. He got up on a high roof and spoke with a booming voice. 

People of this town, you need to defend yourselves. Do not just hide from the oppressors but instead oppose and beat them. You have the power of numbers. You do not have to be afraid. As if on ques the guards and Jailers came down from the jail obviously in pain but also angry. GET BACK TO THE DAMN JAIL. The jailer held his pistol in his hand and shot it in the air. Frank watched them and was proud. The people stood firm yelling that no longer will they bend to the oppression of the corrupted law. Frank landed in front of them and spoke. You heard these people. They will not be victims anymore. I stand with them in this endeavor. Now leave and never return! The jailer called his guards in front but was surprised as the guards turned and ran away not wanting to deal with this shit again. The crowd and Frank moved closer to the jailer who followed his boys and ran away. The townspeople would then thank Frank for helping them gain courage to stand up for themselves. Frank smiled and told them that he would always be around if they needed help. They thanked him for his kindness and without another word he was off.

{Exit}

Stamina: 125/150