Andrew Greenwood, a coldhearted criminal who is out for revenge. Although he has such a dark past and tries to stay as serious as possible he grows fond of a group of new friends that plan to help him on his journey to redeem his parent's tragic dea...
CRIMINAL ACTS DETECTED MURDERER VENDETTA HAS BEEN SIGHTED!
This was not fun waking up to. Andrew, who stayed at Freddy's for the night, woke up to Freddy urgently calling his name. "SHIT!", was the first thing he said that morning, reading the paper sentencing Andrew to death. Next to the squeezed letters on the paper was a picture of Owens and Greenwood Talking cheerfully. They had become quite good friends over night. "I have to go to court.", decided Andrew. "NO! They'll kill you!", said Freddy. "They'll kill me either way!" "How?" "I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE THEY WOULD HUNT ME DOWN!?", screamed Andrew sarcastically. "What if they were too drunk to catch you?", wondered Freddy. "Huh? What does that mean?", asked Andrew. "Follow me." Freddy showed Andrew a gadget similar to the looks of a smoke bomb "The mechanism is complicated and fragile, but it does the job.", claimed Freddy. "What is it?", asked Andrew. "An intoxication gas bomb. It's filled with alcohol particles that drunk a person as soon as they they breath the cloudy substance.", explained Freddy "And now in english?" "It makes you drunk." "Ah.", said Andrew understandingly. "But... wouldn't I be breathing it in too?" Freddy happily pointed to a mouthless mask sitting on a dusty box filled with dry fish. "Not if you're wearing that!", he said. The mask was cotton and black , it had purple- pinkish cutouts where the eye looks through, it also had a bony, skull looking form.
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"Bloody hell when did you make this?", asked Andrew who was still driven by sleep. "Yesterday.", answered Freddy cluelessly. "You know what..maybe we should be partners..", thought Andrew. That night was their first team assassination. The Minister had set up a new "duty gang" to eliminate Vendetta. They called themselves "The Riddlers"...what a stupid name! In one night there were already hideouts all around London, how much did they need for one single murderer!? Andrew took out his sharp dagger and slowly put on his mask. The drunk bombs were on his belt strap hidden by his worn out cloak. He was ready.
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Jumping from rooftop to rooftop was the most relieving thing Andrew had done in months. Doing flips and balancing on chimneys just felt so free to him, considering he would kill over 20 people in the next 10 minutes. Freddy was walking normally beside the buildings Andrew was running on. Freddy sneezed loud enough for Andrew to hear, that was the signal. He jumped all the way from the top of the building onto one of the Riddlers heads, killing him instantly. He jumped from the corpse and stuck two small knives through the heads of Riddler guards who seemed to have bad hearing since they hadn't heard the thud of Vendetta landing on their fellow gang mate. He still wasn't noticed by any of the 17 Riddlers remaining. Just to remind you, this was on the streets. Civilians were shouting stuff like "KILLER!" or throwing up because of the sight of 3 dead gang members. Some Riddlers became suspicious and looked around, therefore Andrew had to hide behind water crates standing in the corner. Then, Andrew got an idea. He quickly picked up a heavy crate and threw it at one of their heads, knocking them out, then the crate knocked over and splashed at another Riddlers feet, they slipped, fell, and hit their head on the stone floor, also knocking them out. Now 5 more had noticed and one of them blew a whistle alerting everybody there. They were running towards Vendetta! He was able to slit some more throats but eventually he was surrounded. He had to use one of the bombs. He threw it at the ground and it rapidly spat out cloudy smoke from all sides, shortly after exploding and intoxicating every Riddler in a 15 meter radius. At first he was amused, some of them were fainting, some of them muttering random slurs, but when he saw there were still drunk Riddlers desperately trying to slash at him he remembered that civilians were still watching and he quickly stuck his dagger through the rest of the living Riddlers chests before disappearing on top of another rooftop. Now he was no myth anymore.
