crying Hero's don't cry and villians don't sob. This reason has prompted me to wear the mask of an anti-hero. In my heart I want to do good and help people, but there is a place deep within me where dark things thrive. I call this the place of lies. Here is where I hide the truths that I wish not to accept. This section of my heart is bitter and tormented. The rest of me lives happy in igonrance while it knows what I am not yet willing to face.
Because of the nature of this ...vault... I have developed a seething hatrid for humans...and love...and even for myself.
I have begun asking myself the questions that I run from. I am seeking the truth that I was not willing to face... but I am not strong enough to handle what I might find? What will happen if I am not ready for these answers... Will I become more jaded and jagged? How can I protect myeself and others without becoming a monster?
If I put on a mask at night and hide my face, ... maybe I can hide my tears of sorrow.
If I put armor over my chest, ... maybe I can shield my heart from the world's design.
If I wield weapons, ... just maybe I can protect something worth while.
Maybe if I fight monsters and demons, I can come to face the monsters and demons within myself...
So it is decided...this is the first night of the face of darkness.
How should I begin...should I roam the city looking for criminals...
Should I listen to police radios while I patrol the streets....
OR should I do something more realistic...like get some training...lol
Let's see. I need weapons...I need to know how to use them...I need a ride...I need a hero name...and I need a costume (Well at least I have that one covered).
WHere am I going to get all that stuff? Too bad my last name isn't Wayne...
I know what I can do. I can call in a few favors...
*I make my over to the phone and start making a long line of calls...All with little to no success*
Me: Hello Hunter. Sup man.
Hunter: Nothing. Sup with you?
Me: Well I know this is gonna sound crazy, but do you mind if I borrow that automatic gun of yours? I would buy my own...but as it stands if someone is killed with it the cops might get suspecious.
Hunter: What the? Are you alright? Why are you talking about killing people? I knew you were crazy man...I should have seen the signs. Oh and there were signs. I remember the time when you --
Me: I don't need you to remind me. I just need some weapons that can't be traced. And besides if I kill someone they would deserve it.
Hunter: Do I need to get you some help or something? I mean --
Me: No Hunter for the last time, I AM NOT CRAZY!
Hunter: Dude what you yelling for?
Me: I just wanted some weapons from you. I didn't need you to tell me to see a shrink.
Hunter: Nah, brah. I didn't mean a shrink. I was asking if you needed help wacking someone. I was going to say "I mean I got your back all you have to do is ask".
Me: Oh...my bad. Right now I need the weapons more than anything. And some training if you know anybody.
Hunter: I can help you with the weapons...just one for now, but as far as the training goes I will get back to you on that one.
Me: No problem. Thanks man. I will pick that up soon.
*I hang up the phone satisfied with the outcome*
ARound twelve calls and only one hit. Most people would call that a failure, but I think I will call it a work in progress. Or will I call it eleven people that I have to wack to get rid of witnesses. Maybe I should have thought this out a little better. O well, I turst those guys to think that I was just joking. I can always just posion them or let them take a dirt nap...well they won't be sleeping when I put them in so don't know if it will count as a nap or not.
Anyways I still have to get the car and the other weapons. I know I have artifact swords. Maybe I get that flame sword of the four horsemen to work right...I wonder if I can use the fire sword in the rain.
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 darknight570 · Wed Apr 02, 2008 @ 07:28am · 1 Comments |
