Prototype of a Loud

Chapter 13: Vigilante part 1

"Breaking news: The man known as Pariah, has been identified as 47 year old, Gabriel black."

"Alright everybody-urp calm down." Rick said at a press conference.

"Sir." Said a news reporter. "Who is this Gabriel Black."

"He's Pariah." Rick Said. "I think the breaking news line in the beginning of this chapter has made that quit-burp clear."

"Director Sanchez!" Cried another reporter. "What can you tell us about this Gabriel Black?"

"Well for one, we highly suspect that Gabriel Black is a made up name, that Pariah came up with to blend into society." Rick responded.

"Do you know his whereabouts?"

"Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Let's just say that Gabriel Black, or Pariah, is no more. I took care of him, case closed."

"does he have any accomplices?"

"I am not at liberty to say at this time."

"Do you think this Pariah mess is over."

"For now yes."

...

"It has been almost a week since the last Pariah attack. While no body has been found. Pariah suspect Gabriel Black, has been officially declared dead."

"GIVE ME YOUR MONEY YOU OLD FUCK." Yelled a man who was mugging an elderly man.

"Hey take it easy young man." The old man said.

The Mugger pulled a gun on the old man.

Before he could shoot, a couple of tentacles emerged from the darkness, wrapped around the mugger, and pulled him into the dark alley behind him.

The old man stared into the dark alley his assailant had been yanked into. He heard a scream, and a shower of blood sprayed the old man in the face.

Something then rushed out of the alley and flew into the night.

...

It was a bright summer day. Lincoln was playing video games in the arcade at Gus's Games and Grub with his friend Clyde.

"So that whole thing last week with you dying and all..." Clyde began. "All that drama, and the tears, and the heartfelt goodbyes. We're just gonna forget that ever happened?"

"I would prefer that... YES!" Lincoln cried as he beat Clyde in their favorite fighting game.

"Well either way." Said Clyde. "I'm glad to have you back buddy."

"Glad to be back." Lincoln responded with a smile.

"So it was some new drug or something?"

"Huh?"

"That cured you. How exactly are you not dead?"

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Clyde, I told you I didn't want to talk about it. I just want to put this all behind me, and move on with my life."

"Whoa sorry dude, Just asking, you don't need to bite my head off."

Lincoln raised an eyebrow.

Clyde noticed a newspaper on a table next to them, the headline read "Pariah is dead."

"Man that Pariah guy." Said Clyde.

"What about him."

"That dude was like super scary."