The Anarchist Saga

The Anarchist # 1 - Part 4

"If we had been from the same universe, you would be the foolish little brother who would try to save anyone. Where would that get you though? Crushed, defeated and left to die. You'd watch everyone that you cared about just vanish and die. That is what happens to heroes, they outgrow there welcome and then all you are left is with Anarchy and Chaos." The Anarchist explained, he looked at Shawn and all you could see in The Anarchist's eyes was hate and pain.

Hunt or be hunted, that is how it was. The Anarchist wasn't going to be the hunted ever again, what were they supposed to do? Fight? That might be the funner thing to do. He wasn't sure what Shawn was going to do, he knew Shawn wouldn't attack if he wasn't provoked. He used to be Shawn. That name, Shawn. He hated it and never wanted to be called Shawn ever again. The stuff he had seen, his beloved, Amelia killed right infront of him. That is what had sent him down this dark path.

Shawn looked at The Anarchist, if they were the same. Did he have an Amelia? They were the same person but from a different universe. How did this version of himself get so twisted? He had to battle the darkness inside of himself everyday but he never turned out as twisted as The Anarchist. He was confused on what he needed to do now. He had never been put into a situation like this. It was true, if they had been from the same universe they would have been brothers, twins and possibly bestfriends. That wasn't the case in this situation, he kept his guard up.

It wasn't enough that he had to deal with the corruption of the city, he know had an evil doppelganger to worry about. What was going to happen next? The sky open up and start raining fire? Maybe he shouldn't give the universe ideas. He didn't think another universe existed, it kind of did make sense. There were so many things that existed that he couldn't see nor explain. This other universe was just another thing he couldn't see or explain. This was normal in his life and what he did, he just didn't know what The Anarchist's motives were or why he was here.

Shawn wanted to see what The Anarchist's universe looked like. Was it really that bad? Most importantly how did The Anarchist get here? There wasn't like there was some spaceship going from universe-to-universe dropping people off. He had too many questions and not enough answers, maybe he should relax for a bit. He didn't think The Anarchist was going to attack him unprovoked. Well, if he did relax. That is probably when The Anarchist would strike. What a pickle he was in. There was very little movement between both of them. Shawn was surprised that the cops had not showed up, he didn't really feel like dropping anymore bodies tonight.

Sirens blared in the background and there was the sound of cars approaching. Shawn and The Anarchist looked at each other, they guessed they would finish this some other time. They didn't know what they had started. The Cop cars entered the area and both Anarchist and Shawn disappeared and the cops got out of the cars and stuffed the drug dealers into the back of their cruisers. Both Shawn and The Anarchist were watching from the shadows. Nothing happened tonight, this wouldn't be the last time that The Anarchist and Shawn would come face-to-face. They both had a destiny that they didn't know about.

The Bender was standing on a rooftop looking over towards Shawn and The Anarchist, they were on a seperate area. The Bender smiled.

"My plan is working like it should." The Bender said, he waved his hand and opened up a portal and jumped through it. Both Watson's were in the same world, was that this good for this world? It might be. When you are confronted with your own darkness, you are forced to either embrace it or defeat it. What was Shawn going to do about his ever growing darkness?

Martin Watson, the father of Shawn Watson and Jeffrey Watson had been watching everything that happened from an underground bunker. He had a large screen he was looking at with his hands folded in front of him, he had eyes on the whole city. He was sort of a super hero too. He watched over the city and hired super powered freaks to try and protect it. He made sure that these super powered freaks never crossed paths with his son. He couldn't have Shawn knowing there were more people like him, he needed Shawn to feel like he was alone, like he was the only one like him. He was going to mold Shawn into the best hero this world has ever seen.

"So there is another Shawn.." Martin said, he looked at the screen with The Anarchist on it.

He had not anticipated this happening. So now in this world, there was a person that could open and close dimensional portals. Great, that was just fucking great. Martin pounded the desk in front of him. So that meant any other freak from another dimension could just come to this world. That wasn't good, he needed to form a team and he knew Shawn wasn't a team player. It was funny, Shawn and The Anarchist didn't fight. What was that all about? Shawn had always been confrontational type.

Martin sighed. What was he going to do? There wasn't much he could do. He drank his cup of coffee and puffed on his cigar. There was a Kevlar suit with a hood on it hanging in the corner. It was meant for Shawn, it had been Martins back in his black op days. Once a solider, always a solider. The wars just changed, they had a war on drugs they had to fight and no one was doing anything about it. It was time the vigilantes did anything about. They would be the citys vigil. The Vigil, that would be an interesting name for a team. Now lets see how this story between Shawn and The Anarchist panned out. Martin was interested to see what happened between them, it looked like he had two sons now. He continued to watch the screens.