{Vincent Valentine}
"Damn...." This hollow word was uttered from a small alley way. Inside, there stood a tall, black haired figure, who's back was arched against the wall as he leaned on it, before he dragged his hand off it, turned around and lazily sagged to the ground. It had been a tiresome day, and Vincent was looking for some rest. For the whole day he'd been looking in on some contacts that would help him find his friends killer. His contacts hadn't known a thing about the killing. Heck! they were surpised when he told them that his friends were killed. This had soured his mood for the rest of the day, which he thought was a nice one, and lead him wasting time on some useless fights to get his frustration out. Right now he could see that it was mid-day, and in a few hours the sun would go down and the moon would rise.
"Sorry guys..... I couldn't find the bastard who nailed you, but I'll try tomorrow." As he spoke, Vincent reached down and played with his cross, allowing himself to fall in a stupor. He couldn't blame himself, with everything thats happen a little nap might help.
Sleep ; Waking
If he could Vince would've liked to wake up the next day, but he couldn't. A loud, clattering sound coming from down the alley woke him up, quite loudly, in fact. It sound almost like a cats claw on chalk board, its annoying screeching pitch, caused a stir up of anger to be awoken along with Vince. Getting up from the ground, a scowl on his face, Vincent was about to speak when he saw what made the sound. Standing before him was three large, possibly six foot something, monsters heading his way. And by heading his way, they were running full on, their jaws open and ready to bite.
Now, a normal person might of freaked out at the sight of the three large lizards, but Vincent wasn't normal. Life on the streets showed him many weird things, and although nothing he'd ever saw would be weird then the lizards, Vincent was prepared to meet them.
The first one lunged at him, its claws extened, only slammed themselves against the wall Vince was on. Vincent was no longer on the wall or anywhere near it, he was, in fact, behind two of the monsters. The male had skillfully rolled underneath two of them, and got in front of the third one where he shot out a savage kick to the creatures leg. The well placed kick sent the monster stagger, and with the other two now heading his way, again, Vincent grabbed the demons arm, pulling it forward and over his head, he tossed the Heaxon over himself and into its friends.
The demon crashed into the other two, and was having a hard time getting up. Vince smiled at that, with those the three incapacitated, he wouldn’t have to fight, and could just get away. Though, he only done that to get away from the narrow space of the alley way, and to get out into the open.
“Hey, kids,” he said to the monsters in a amusing tone, “make sure you clean up when you’re done.” Spinning on his heels, Vincent into the streets, and out into the night; now collecting his thoughts on what happened. ‘The fuck were those things,’ he now thought.