(Y/N) (L/N) just killed a man.
They cut his neck and watched as he choked on his own blood. They watched with cold eyes as the man died. He pleaded and cried, asking them to spare him. His pleads went unheard by the (h/c) haired adult, who slid on a mask and pulled out their knife.
This may seem harsh, cruel, and most of all immoral, but you must understand that (Y/N) killed the man for a reason.
That man had raped and abused women and men alike, leaving them scarred and afraid. What he did was disgusting and repulsive. The law didn't do anything to the man. He was allowed to walk free with only a small fine. (Y/N) decided that they must do something about him, so they did what they did best. They killed him. He wouldn't be missed.
When the man's body was disposed of, (Y/N) walked away while whistling a happy tune. They would go unpunished, even after his body was found. Even after the police set out to find the killer, (Y/N) would go along happily.
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"He's gone," (Y/N) said happily, holding their phone close to their ear. They leaned against the wall of an alleyway, shaking a spray paint can in their other hand. "That fuck won't bother anyone else now."
"That's good," Aaron replied. He was in his apartment, staring out his window at the bustling city. The sun had just gone down and the streets were becoming even more populated. (Y/N) would have to rush home if they didn't want to get caught. "You on your way home?"
"Yup. I'm just leaving my tag behind, just to let the cops know that I'm still kicking. Can't let Officer Zvahl think he can rest now." They painted an elaborate symbol in (f/c) spray paint on the side of the building. (Y/N)'s mask was on, to ensure they won't breath in any of the fumes and that no one would catch a glimpse of their face.
Aaron chuckled, "I feel bad for that man. He has to deal with you."
"Yeah, well, he has to deal with you too. That's not too fun either, asshole."
"No need to be so aggressive."
"Oh, fuck off." Aaron still laughed. He enjoyed messing with (Y/N). "Did Zane and Travis get back yet?"
"Of course they did. Travis was carrying bags of designer clothing and Zane had lots and lots of money."
"You really should tell Travis to lay off the Gucci."
"I did, that's why he brought Louis Vuitton."
"That's somehow worse." (Y/N) continued their conversation with Aaron as they walked the backstreets of Phoenix Drop. Their destination was the apartment complex that they lived in along with the other members of his crew/gang/whatever you want to call it. The owner of the complex was a shady man who did shady business that didn't care what type of people lived int the building, as long as they paid their bills.
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"Laurance, you need to relax," Garroth said as Laurance paced around his office. News just got in from a patrol, the officers saying that another tag was found on the side of a building. A freshly dead body was found less than a mile away.
"I thought they were gone," Laurance said, running a hand through his already messy hair. "3 months. They left the city alone for 3 months. I can't relax. They're a menace and a danger to the well-being of the city."
"We'll catch them. We have the best officers in the city, they won't be able to escape us again."
Laurance remembered the first time he ran into the Fox, as he named them. They were covered in blood, the bodies of a few CEOs surrounding them. They were wearing a fox kabuki mask with their hood pulled over their head and their eyes were the only visible part of their face. As they stood in the dark, staring at Laurance as he shone a flashlight on them, their (e/c) eyes shone with mischief.
They laughed, "Hello officer." When Laurance pulled out his gun, they were already gone. After that, Laurance dedicated all his time and effort into finding them. Garroth and Dante would help him out as well, telling him of sightings and offering their resources. Nothing helped him.
"I highly doubt that," Laurance sighed and finally took a seat. He thought he was free. Seems like freedom might not be an option at this point.
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Fanfiction"Now shut your dirty mouth. If I could burn this town, I wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die...So bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep." + Morality is subjective. What one sees as good could be seen as bad by another. Ever...