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⊰᯽⊱──:rabbit2:Vigilante Short: "Momentum"──⊰᯽⊱
Featuring: Emiko Hopps (@HopShot)
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Rain slicked the rooftop like glass, but Emiko didn’t slow down.
Every leap was instinct. Every ricochet off the wet steel rails, muscle memory. The sound of boots on concrete echoed like a heartbeat—fast, focused. Below him, the alley was swarming with low-level thugs in knockoff gear. “Black Market Movers,” the underground called them. Human traffickers posing as Quirk enhancers. Disgusting.
He crouched near the edge, amber eyes narrowing beneath his motion-tracking goggles. One ear twitched.
They had a kid in cuffs—barely fifteen. Skin glowing faint blue, hands sparking from a still-developing emitter Quirk. A live product for auction.
Not tonight.
He inhaled. The spring in his legs coiled tight.
“Three… two…”
He launched.
The wind howled around him as his body spun midair, silver-white hair trailing like streaks of moonlight. He landed hard in the middle of the alley with a crack of concrete—knees bent, eyes gleaming. The kid stared, slack-jawed.
One thug raised a stolen blaster.
“Wrong move,” Emiko said, his tone playful—almost teasing.
SKY HOP CYCLONE.
His leg swung in a wide arc, ricocheting off a dumpster, wall, then target. A spiraling kinetic wave exploded from the impact, sending the thugs sprawling like pins. The last one tried to run.
Bad idea.
Emiko’s ears twitched again. A split-second sound cue. He pivoted, ran full-tilt up the alley wall, and launched backward—planting a knee square into the runner’s spine.
Silence settled.
The kid was still frozen. Emiko approached, crouching slightly.
“You okay?”
“Y-Yeah. I—Who are you?”
He hesitated. The rain softened. City lights blurred behind him like a dream.
“…No one official,” he said finally. “Just someone who hates losing good people.”
He pulled a burner phone from his pocket, tapping in a signal to a trusted underground rescue org. Then, without another word, he leapt skyward—disappearing into the smog, like a phantom of motion and moonlight.
Behind him, the kid whispered—
“…Thanks, HopShot.”
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End.
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