Snippet #2472731

Hyde was even more grime-covered than she had been earlier that day. Along with the yuck and trash that entangled her hair, fresh blood splatters dotted her clothing and face. Her favorite bat swung from her belt idly, also bloody, as she made slow steps down the empty street. She giggled to herself in glee. Her "Hyde" had been satisfied at the knee-breaking of her client and his bow-legged retreat, so her "Jekyll" shone with pure brilliance now.

As she walked, she heard quiet talking. Glancing down a side alley, she saw a couple Speedsters smoking behind their hideout, chuckling to themselves. Had she really walked that far in such a short amount of time? It hadn't seemed like she had walked that much at all, only a few short minutes ago she was in center city, bashing a poor saps kneecaps bloody. But stranger things have always happened, and her Jeykll has never been the brightest crayon in the box. Hyde was the smarts, Jeykll was just there to look pretty.

Far down the street, Hyde could see a lone figure receding into the distance. From what she could see, they seemed pretty male to her, and that was really the extent of her standards. Hyde wasn't going to turn down a free-be, that was for sure. She took off running down the street to catch up with him, bumping into his back as she came to a clumsy halt.

"Oi, Oi!" Hyde called, rounded him so that she was standing in front of him to block his path. The dirty, scarred girl frowned suddenly. He had looked a lot older from the back, but now he just looked like a kid. Damn it. She put her hands on her hips, inspecting him, "Oi, you underage?" She asked, cocking her head to the side like a bird, already thinking how long it would take to seduce some of the Speedsters back in the alley if this went wrong.