The Anarchist Saga

The Anarchist # 1 - Part 2

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Shawn had been rather busy and it was apparent there was another masked vigilante in the area. He has seen him a few times and it seemed like this other vigilante was interested in him and he didn't know why. Why would anyone be interested in him? It was just very odd, and that one time he had been a few feet from this other vigilante. There was something about him, he felt familiar and he didn't know why. It wasn't something he was going to lose sleep over and he went on with his life. He kept this other vigilante in the back of his mind.

He had other things on his mind like this one man war against the drug cartel in the town. He needed to find away to bring those assholes down. He was sick and tired of seeing everyone hurt by these assholes, drugs were very serious. Especially the ones you shot up and could overdose on easily. He didn't know what he was going to do, he stared down at his cell phone screen. He was reading an article about a heroin overdose that had happened a few days ago. This was somebody that he couldn't help and he felt bad about it. His father would tell him that he couldn't save everyone, but that is what he wanted to do. He wanted to save everybody.

He needed to focus at the task at hand and that was making sure everyone was safe. Yeah, doing what he was doing and trying to maintain a normal life. Yeah, that was going to be a bit difficult. His life had never really been easy. At times it was easier than this and this life he lead was a bit fucked up. No one really wanted to date a vigilante and most people had no clue what they were or why they were there. They were the unsung heroes of the city. Most thought that the vigilantes just did this for fame and glory. That wasn't it at all. They did it because they thought they had to, these unsung heroes just saw too much evilness in the world and decided that they would try to change that.

He decided to go for a stroll in the park. He looked down at the screen on his phone one more time, just to see if anyone had called him. No one calls him, he was hoping he would at least hear from his father. He had not heard from his father in a few years, he shrugged and went and took a walk in the park. He watched everyone after walking around for a bit. He sat down on a bench and lit up a cigarette and watched everyone. There was a young cute couple on the bench next to him making out. He shook his head and turned away from them and blew his smoke into the air. It was a nice night, it wasn't too hot or too cold. It was bearable.

He had on odd feeling, like he was being watched and he just shrugged it off for now. He finished his cigarette and threw it on the ground and stepped on it. He could hear some yelling in the background, he turned his head to look behind him. A mugger had taken off with a woman's purse. He grunted, shook his head and sighed. Why wouldn't these thugs ever learn? He calmly got up and waited for the thug to run by him and when he did, that thug got tackled down and knocked out. He took the purse and watched the lady run by him and he threw the purse to the woman and left.

Justice was served for the most part, the cops came and took the beaten thug away. There was still so much to do to keep this city safe and Shawn was only one man and he couldn't always be around. His job would find it kind of odd if he went messing when he was supposed to work and he didn't really want this city to stay in the state it was. What was he going to do? Probably the same thing he has been doing for awhile now. Try to protect this city the best he could. He needed to be a beast to protect it fully.

His fate had been set when he put that hood on and took down his first thug. He knew what he was setting himself up for and he wouldn't be another victim laying in the street. He would get beat and he would take the loss and pick himself up and try again. He needed to do this. It was who he was now and this was life. He made it back to his apartment and walked into it and sat down on the couch. What could he do to make this a better place? He needed a teammate or a team. You couldn't really advertise for a vigilante teammate. That'd just be stupid and you would probably get shunned very quickly if you did something like that.

He closed his eyes and drifted off into a slumber. Tomorrow was another day. Even when he was asleep, his mind was racing about the issues he was facing. A few days had passed, his life progressed like normal. He went to work, came home, ate and showered. There was news of a big drug deal going on by the peir. He had no information on when it was going to happen, but it was going to be big and he needed to stop it. He would find information by any means necessary, even if he had to beat it out of the local drugheads. This would be a step in the right direction of cleaning up the city.

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