The Anarchist Saga

The Anarchist # 1 - Part 3

The next few days had been long ones and Shawn wasn't getting anywhere fast with the location of the drug deal. It seemed like every lead that he ran down was a dead end, he did find a lead that had panned out. He had ran a thug into a nearby alley and started beating the shit out of him, he didn't stop until the thug gave up the information. The drug deal was down by the pier and it was going down soon. His better judgment told him not to let this thug go, but he let the thug go. He was getting more aggressive like the scum he was putting away and he didn't like that.

Stuff was going to go down in a few hours and he needed to get ready, gear up and get ready to bust some heads. He loved this part and he made it back to his apartment and that is where he stayed for the next few hours and when the day finally turned to night, that is when he made his move. Equipped with staff, his hood and his leather pants and leather shirt. It was time to go out. He needed to find a better outfit, if he got shot he would get hurt and there would be no one around to bandage himself up. The only downfall of doing this stuff alone.

He climbed out of his window and jumped onto the fire escape and ran up it until he got to the roof. When he did get to the roof he looked down, it was just a dirty alleyway below him and there was always drug deals going down below him, nothing tonight. It was strange and he knew why there was no drug deals. Everyone was. They needed to get the new dope so they could sell it to everyone, he hated it. It was evil, he knew a few of the dealers sold this hard shit to the kids. He needed to kill those dealers, he doesn't kill though. Maybe he should start killing, it would make everything so much easier.

That would make him no better than all of the scumfucks, he started leaping from roof-to-roof. He was running to the pier, he saw a rather large van going the same way he was. He smiled and got an idea, with expert precision he jumped from one of the roofs and landed on the roof of the van with a large thud. It jolted the two inside of the van and the van began to drive erratically. He saw another vehicle and jumped onto the top of that one and the other vehicle followed the van to the pier, he jumped off the vehicle before they got to the pier. He found a place to hide.

He watched a few people get out of the van, one had a bottle of whiskey in his hand and was smoking a cigarette and yammering on about something. He could see their lips move, but he was too far away to hear anything. It didn't really matter, this was all going to be over soon. They were your run of the mil punks and they would get theres pretty soon and he kept on watching and he saw more cars and vans pulling up. Of course, this had to be more drug dealers. It was all about the money.

He wanted a cigarette too, but it was too soon and he didn't want to give away his position and he then continued to watch. More people piling out of the cars and vans. Too many for him to fight off by himself, he needed to stop the deals going down here tonight. He had a drastic decision to make and he knew he wasn't going to turn and run. That wasn't the way he was, he might die tonight. That was alright with him and this shit would be off the streets and no one else would get hurt. Of course there were no cops coming. Why would they come? They didn't care about this.

In situations like this he often thought about Amelia. She had left him and he knew why. No one wants to date someone who thinks they are a super hero and puts their life in danger. It wasn't something that he could turn off though. He felt like he needed to do this and she just didn't get that. He thought she would have stayed by his side for a little longer. It didn't matter, he felt someone close to him. He turned to look over his shoulder and no body was behind him. Maybe he was just nervous about what he had to do, yeah, that had to be it.

He was a different person when he put on that hood, he didn't care about his life. He blinked as he watched what was happening. He sighed heavily and made a cross in the air, this was going to be his moment of truth. Running into this battle without a plan really, he just wanted to get it done and over with. He needed a shot of something hard before he did this. He didn't have it though. He knew what he was running into. Was he scared? Yes, he was. It had to get done though and there was no turning back at this moment in time.

Rumors had been flying around about another vigilante in the city and this one wasn't trying to protect the people, they were trying to cause harm and no good. He hated that, he was still waiting. He didn't know how or when he was going to make his move. He wanted more people to show up, so it'd be one of those old west shoot outs. Him against all those people, he liked his odds. Life was a gamble, he loved to roll the dice. He continued to watch everyone. He was mentally taking everyone down right now, his body just had to make that decision and jolt into action.

Right now was a good time and rushed in, he took out a few of the guys without problem. One of them had spotted him and started firing at him, he found cover behind a car. The car got filled with bullet holes and while that man was reloading, he got behind him and knocked him out. Took the gun and held it in his hand. He saw more thugs coming after him and they were shooting at him, he ran after them and shot them. They dropped like flies, he had shot two more. He saw another group and they were coming after him, he dropped the gun to the ground and grabbed the bo-staff that had been strapped to his back.

He ran after the group of men and knocked them out with his bo-staff and he kicked them to one-side and he saw one last person, this person was a big muscular biker dude. Tattoos all over his arms, long hair and a beard. This one wasn't going to be as easy. He knew that, maybe this was the main drug dealer. He ran after the biker, he tried to hit him and the biker grabbed his bo-staff and threw him into one of the cars. He hit his head hard, he was pinned up against the car. The Biker was choking him with his own bo-staff and he somehow managed to punch the biker in the gut hard, the biker gasped and let go of the bo-staff. The biker fell to the ground gasping for air. He looked at the biker and gasped for air as well.

Shawn had regained himself and went after the biker again, he knocked the biker out. He watched some of the other thugs get away. It wasn't worth him following them, there was no way that he could get all of them. He thought about killing this useless piece of shit. That wasn't him though. He heard someone walking towards him. Was it another thug? He grabbed his bo-staff and looked towards where he heard someone coming from. He couldn't see anything, all he could see was a silhouette of a man coming towards him. Whomever it was, they probably wanted to fight and he was in the mood to fight.

"So you beat the bad guys, what are you going to do know?" The Anarchist asked, he was in sight of Shawn right now.

They both shared the same features and Shawn looked towards The Anarchist, he had no idea who he is or where he had came from. He looked evil and he vanquished evil. Shawn stayed in a fight ready position. He looked at The Anarchist with his brow furrowed in anger and confusion.

"Who are you?" Shawn growled.

"I'm you." The Anarchist smiled.

The Anarchist pulled back his hood and looked at Shawn. It was like they were mirror images of each other. The Anarchist had a darkness about him, something had happened to him and what had happened to him changed him forever. He had been Shawn at one point in time, he ditched the first name he was given and went by his middle name Jeffrey. He was Jeffrey Watson and that was it. Darkness surrounded him with every step he took, he had a sinister smile on his face as he approached Shawn.

"Your a fool, Shawn." The Anarchist said, he folded his arms a cross his chest as he smiled at Shawn. "Utter fool." The Anarchist poked Shawn's forehead.