Troll

On a dark and silent night, underneath the newly remade Hefton bridge, stood a 5′10 green man with a big nose. He seemed to be in a chipper mood as he continued counting his money. He had just sold his last bottle of SIM9 which was short for Simulation9. The drug would let the user fall into a state of mind where they would live in a world of their own creation for 12 full hours. It was like a game, except it was highly addictive, to the point where if someone used it once they would have withdrawal symptoms if they didn't take another bottle in the next 3 days.

Troll was just about go home when he started feeling anxious. All the hair on his body stood on edge. He was being watched. He couldn't locate the observer around him, which meant they had to be above him. On the bridge.

Troll came out from underneath the bridge and looked up, what he saw made him even more afraid. There on top of the bridge, stood a slight tall hooded figure, with glowing blue eyes and a gigantic scythe which was perched on the persons shoulder.

The hooded being jumped from the bridge and used the scythe to slow down their descent by latching it onto the side of the bridge and stretching it all the way down until their toes touched the concreate floor.

Troll's mind went to overdrive. He was trying to think if he ever offended anyone who looked like that, but he came up with nothing. He wanted to ask what the person wanted but before he could so, the hooded figure started sprinting towards him.

Troll did the only thing he could do, he breathed in as much as he could, and released a straight line of green flames. This is the only offensive attack he had, and if it didn't work all he could was run. But just before the dancing flames hit the figure, a giant blue shield came out of nowhere and blocked Troll's most powerful attack.

The figure reached Troll and using their enlarged gauntlets hit him, square on his face breaking his nose in progress. Troll flew a good 2 meters and landed while holding his nose. If he couldn't run he would beg.

"Please, I sold everything I just had. If you want my money take it just please don't kill me."

It was the only thing he could do . When it came to life and death, Troll didn't care about dignity. He cared about survival.

The hooded figure while casually walking towards him said in a monotone voice,

"I don't want your money. I need information. About a week ago 6 to 7 kids went missing near Luna park. One of the men who took them had a tattoo of a dog on his neck, he was about 6'3 and had white hair. Tell me what I want to know, or else we'll see how good that regeneration of yours truly is."

"He must have been a member of the Silver Chimera Pack." ,Troll said while trying to stop his nose from bleeding," They usually have white hair and tattoos of the animals they can turn into. That's their power. They are a family of criminals who can turn into a single animal their whole life . They all have Silver in the front of their name. You must have run into Silverhound. He's a sadistic freak with a tattoo of a hound on his neck. As for their base I don't know where it is located, but I do know someone who does. His name is Jerry. He lives in a trailer at the trailer park near 4th and Avenue. 147, that's his trailer number. Please let me go, I won't tell anyone you were here and you don't tell them I sent you otherwise I won't live to see the sun rise."

"You're free to go, but if I so much as catch a whiff of you or your drugs on the streets, your going to wish that you didn't have that regeneration power of yours. Now leave!"

Noah stood there, in the dark, watching Troll scampering away .He had got what he needed, now it was time to go pay Jerry a visit.