Anarchy, chaos, that is all that he had ever felt in his life. He had watched his life pass him by, it was like watching a bathtub full of water drain. All he could think about was all of the pain that he had felt in his life, his parents had been dead for awhile and most of his friends had been murdered. The scars on his face, he wore them proudly. Battle scars he called them, a twisted smile came over his face. He had escaped from his reality and entered another one, he had a friend he called The Bender, this friend had the ability to open wormholes to different realities. That is how he got her, he ran his fingers through his short blond hair and puffed on his cigarette.
If he existed in his own reality, there had to be another one like him here, right? A chuckled escaped him as he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He hated the human race and what they had done to him. In his reality it was constant war and children were called upon to fight in the war. The President had been power hungry and didn't give a fuck about anyone. He chuckled again. Fucking politicians. He wondered if he had a doppelganger in this reality and if he did, what was he like? Did he suffer the same fate and troubles? Or was this version of him happy and loved?
He had taken up the name The Anarchist, because anarchy had always been around him. His suit was rather simple. Black leather from head to toe with the anarchy symbol on his chest and he sometimes wore a black mask and a cowl to try and hide his identity. Where he was from there were no heroes, he simply fought to survive. He had survived thus far. Didn't know what he was going to do here. Create some Anarchy perhaps.
"Pathetic fools." The Anarchist said, he looked towards a dark alley where a obvious drug deal was going down.
The two were arguing in the alleyway and a gunshot rang out and one dropped to the ground and the other ran out of the alley, he was covered in blood. Obviously a drug deal gone wrong, he shook his head as he watched the man run by him. Should he do something? Hell, why not. He ran after the man and grabbed him, threw him to the ground and started to beat him. He didn't stop until the man was a bloody mess and not moving. He smiled, this man was scum anyways. Selling that shit to other people, it was like he was handing his buyer a gun and telling them to shoot themselves in the head. This was justice.
"I told you that you were pathetic." The Anarchist said, he looked at the mans life less body.
He hasn't been in this world too long and already he had heard about a vigilante that protected the city. This world had a protector, huh. That is something that his world never had, he had tried to protect his world. He failed, it couldn't be helped he was the only "hero" from his world. He couldn't really call himself a hero. He never saved anyone or protected anyone from evil or harm. He was primarily just protecting his area and the people closest to him. It didn't matter, they all died anyways. He had been left alone, a tragic life. It transformed him into what he was today.
He wasn't really a hero and he really wasn't a villain. He walked a very thin line between the two. He saved the people that he wanted to and let everyone else burn. Once you take the light out of a hero, it becomes something darker and darker isn't always better. He remembered when he had so
me light inside of him and sense of morality and justice. That was was gone, ripped away from him. Oh well. He wondered if his other was this vigilante that he had been hearing about. It'd be interesting if it was. He was going to raise some anarchy to see if it was.
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The months went by and all the anarchy and chaos that The Anarchist had created never brought out The Vigilante. It was amusing really, maybe The Anarchist was wrong. Maybe his doppelganger wasn't in this city or the universe. He was here to escape his war torn universe anyways. It was funny, he had laid low for a little while and even got a job as a mechanic. He was just watching the world pass him by, he really wanted this world to burn. He wasn't a very happy person, he was fake nice to everyone around him. He didn't want them to pick up on his secret.
He smoke and drank heavily, he fit right in with these assholes. He lived in a shit-hole-apartment and that was fine for him. He probably wasn't going to stay in this universe for very long anyways. It had always been easier for him to run from things, he could fight all those people in his own universe. If he had tried to, he would have been dead by now. Instead he found away to vanish into the shadows and not fall in line like everyone else did.
After a few weeks passed it finally happened, The Vigilante had come out to play and it wasn't because of anything that he did. There was a drug bust on Center Street, by where his apartment was. He concluded that this was the other version of him, the good version of him. It was odd seeing another him fighting for the greater good. No one else was doing it, so why not? The guy wore a hood too and jumped from rooftop to rooftop. It was interesting to him. He needed to do something drastic so they could meet face to face. He had an idea, a very devious idea.
This is was just entertainment for him and it didn't really serve any purpose. He just wanted to pass the time in this world, he might actually make this world his home. He hasn't made that decision yet. Again, it was more peaceful than his world had been and this world was still in chaos and he wanted to make more chaos in this world. He needed to find something to do and he than saw and heard a cop car speeding down the road and it was heading for a bridge and he followed on foot until he got to the scene.
It looked like it was some sort of a stand off, some scraggly looking guy. Must be a junkie and he was holding a woman at gun point. It was probably his girlfriend, the person that enabled him to do all the drugs that he was on. Oh, what a shame. Shots rang out and the scraggly guy dropped dead, a bullet right in his head. What a shame, he could had some fun with that guy. He could have toyed with him and just ended him like the cops had. This world needed more fun things to do.
A cop spotted him and started to scream at him that he wasn't supposed to be there. He shrugged and disappeared into the shadows. It wasn't like he was going to get involved. He was just watching. Guessed they didn't like that here, oh well. He was off to his fake mundane life tomorrow. Working, it was strange to him. Oh well, another day has ended and that meant he needed to try and be productive. Maybe he would figure out how to get him and The Vigilante face-to-face. He wanted to see both of them in their battle uniforms and maybe a fight of some sort. A battle, now that made him excited. A smile crept a cross his face.
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The Anarchist Saga
FantasyA Oneshot that went off the rails.. Features an evil version of our hero from Impulse!
