4 YEARS LATER!!!!
The old man walked through the ruined cities.
His black hair had grown thick and messy with grey spots forming. A thick black beard with specks of grey covered his face. Wrinkles had formed under his tired blue eyes.
His genes were torn, and his black leather jacket was full of dirt.
The once lively town of Royal Woods was now just a shadow of what once was. The houses that had once housed happy families were now abandoned, crumbling and over grown with vines leaves and grass.
The old man's cowboy boots splashed in the puddles that now covered the streets. Without people around the streets became flooded, some now resembling rivers and lakes. Trees grew from the pavement as the cities started to turn to forests.
A few walls and signs had graffiti on them. Particularly an unsettling symbol, which appeared to be the bio-hazard symbol turned upside-down, or inverted. This was the symbol of the Cult of Pariah, a group of humans that actually fallowed Pariah, and his beliefs. Fortunately the symbol did not mean the cult was around. The symbol appeared everywhere in the badlands but it was rare to actually have an encounter with the cult.
Still the old man was on edge.
Before long the old man was met with a group of bandits.
"Hey old timer." One of the bandits said, pressing a blade to the old man's neck. He was a younger man with black bangs growing down over one eye "You're in the wrong neighborhood mother fucker."
The old man quickly snapped the knife from the bandit's hand.
"I don't want any trouble." The old man said, breaking the knife in half.
"That was my favorite knife fuck face." The bandit said, pulling a gun on the old man.
"What's your name kid?" The old man said.
"Fuck if I remember." The bandit said. "I think it was Jerry. Now I'm known as the killinator."
"Psh, you gotta be fuckin' kidding me." The old man said. "Listen Jerry, or er, Killinator, do you really wanna die today?"
The Killinator laughed. "Open your eyes gramps." He taunted. "I'm the one with the fucking gun. Who the fuck do you think you are anyway?"
"My name..." The old man said. "Is Alex Mercer, I am the reason for all of this."
"Wait like THE Alex Mercer?" Said another bandit, a girl this time, her hair dyed black purple and red. "I didn't think you actually existed. You're not at all what I expected."
"Oh, and what did you expect?" Alex Mercer said.
"Someone younger." Said the female bandit. "Bruiting, full of angst, hot."
"Sorry to disappoint." Alex said. "And what should I call you?"
"My name." Said the female bandit. "Is Deathwitch."
Alex rolled his eyes and brought his hands to his face. "Seriously? Who the fuck is coming up with these names. Look kid I'm just gonna call you Sally."
"So is it true?" Deathwitch asked. "What you can do, the things they say about you."
"That depends." Alex said. "What have you heard about me?"
"That you can command the forces of death to your whim. That you're the grim reaper himself." Deathwitch explained.
"Uh more or less." Alex said.
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Prototype of a Loud
FanfictionAfter a tragic death, Lincoln Loud returns from the grave. Now he must do what it takes to find out why and how he came back, protect his family, learn to control his new found powers and fight an evil force that threatens all of existence.
