Superhero on the way out

Red Guardian stood on the rooftop to the factory as he used his vision to see through it. Making mental notes of how many henchmen he saw as well as where Crymson Blood was. He watched as they loaded the new weapon prototype into their truck. This prototype would sell for millions on the black market, and be used to make more of it's kind. Each one with enough force that could pierce even the toughest of skins. The thought of that sent a shiver down Red Guardian's spine.

He was glad it was only a prototype, but he made sure to keep an eye on it during his patrols. Then he caught wind of the plot through the many voices he could hear. He would of been here soon if it wasn't for the hostage situation down on main street, and the kidnapping of the mayor's daughter by Emerald Whip. Oh and we can't forget the invasion from the sewer rat people. But that was ten minutes well spent, if it meant helping people. Red Guardian smiled to himself as he looked up into the night sky. The full moon looked beautiful as it floated high above him. He noted that he'll have to pay it another visit soon. Red Guardians feet began to tremble as the roof gave way beneath him.

The stones fell swiftly to the ground, making an audible noise that all in the factory could hear. Red Guardian softly touched the ground, being as graceful as a dancer. Everyone had their eyes on him some with shock, others with awe, but one burned with anger at the sight of him. Crymson Blood snapped his fingers, sending his goons into a rage as if they were mind controlled by him. Each one willfully through themselves at Red Guardian. Not a care in the world of their own health, only of protecting their master. But none of them could hurt Red Guardian, as he just stood there keeping his attention to Crymson Blood. As the henchmen wore themselves out, Red Guardian stomped his foot sending them all flying away. His target was attempting to get away with the prototype.

Red Guardian calmly grabbed the rear of the truck as Crymson was trying to drive away. Red Guardian tore the rear axle out of the truck preventing it from ever moving again. This drove Crymson to dive out of the truck, just as Guardian was preparing to launch it into the river. Preventing Crymson and anyone else from getting the prototype. Crymson grunted in anger as he reached for his belt taking out a vial of yellow liquid. Inserting the vial into his skin through several needles which leaked out the contents into Crymson's veins.

Crymson began to cackle as he looked at Red Guardian. Crymson's muscles and bones began to twist and expand. His strength increasing by the second, his hopes to rival Red Guardians. Red Guardian knew he was about to get a challenge he was hoping for from this villain. They flew at each other colliding fists that sent a shock wave, shattering all glass in the factory. Both giving each other a smile as their fists continued to contact with the other's. Crymson shifted his body after the last contact to use the momentum to put extra force into a low kick that would unbalance Red Guardian.

Grabbing Red Guardians cape, Crymson twirled around and flung his opponent through several walls to land outside of the factory. Smiling to himself at the thought of finally beating his nemesis. He began to walk towards the area he tossed his foe, hoping to see him battered and bloodied. But a rush of wind brushed up against his skin, sending a tingle throughout his body. He began to turn around only to be blinded by a barrage of fists that were to fast for him to react to. Crymson cursed his foolishness and the lack of his talents, not giving him the powers to prevent this. But he felt tired as he fell to the ground, the remaining time to his vial would be used keeping him from going comatose from the beating.

The cops came to clean up after Red Guardian. He waved and shook hands, even giving a couple of autographs before he had to leave. Another job well done for the night, and it was due time for some rest. As Red Guardian flew home, he felt a strange sensation throughout his body. Landing at a nearby park, he placed a hand to chest. His heart was racing, as if it wanted to be set free from it's confine. His breathing started to fight for each breath, his mind raced with possibilities.

Turning his attention to the area around him. Listening for heartbeats or voices of other people nearby. But nothing but the beats of animals and the raging beat of his own heart. Was this some kind of attack, he thought to himself. Some new adversary making their appearance, but nothing alerted his senses.

The wind blew lightly, swaying his cloak with it's push. Red Guardian looked over his shoulder, thinking he felt someone touch it. The burning in his chest began to subside and he breathed a little easier now. Red Guardian looked up at the stars, wondering what all of this meant for him. But a cry for help, three blocks away, took his attention away from the matter at hand. He'll worry about it tomorrow.