** This is based in them in High school **
Mysterion, a man of Mystery who protects the town at night, a guardian angel...
one night he meets a hero who was different then him, whom didn't live by the shadows.
"Professor Amp" was the name, and soun...
･ﾟ✧ "Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary" -Gerard Way ✧ﾟ･
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Mysterion's POV: *Dark and Cold Filled the world of bastards who take the innocent and ring them of their purity, the scum i hate in this world. Disgusting filth that should have been gone long before.*
I jumped from one building to another, feeling anxious but yet strength fill me to the brim as I continued my patrol.
*Filth, i know what filth is...people of the damned who believe that their greed should be above everything; and everyone.*
I stopped for a moment taking a breath of the cold air and huffing it out like smoke, this cold always made me feel calm yet unease in the night, I hunched down looking over the town of people most were asleep peacefully; While the rest were partying or drinking their lives away for a better one.
*Disgusting, drinking your life away will not bring you happiness but bring you sweet despair-*
*SCREEEEAAMMMM*
Hearing that scream I turned my body 180 and bolted to the sound, that all too familiar sound of someone in need of help. Someone who wanted to be home but was stopped by a stranger with some cruel intent.
My feet guided me to the sound, my cape flying behind me as I jumped over my obstacles trying my best to get there faster, my breath was becoming short but I pushed past the burning in my lungs.
I was so close i was almost there to save her but i was hit with a high pitch sound, God my ear felt like they were bleeding.
*What the fuck was that sound?! What the hell is it?!*
I ran over to the edge of the building peering over to see an unfamiliar costume, someone who had giant speakers and a tiny microphone.
*Who the hell is this douche? And why the hell are they doing here.*
I see that this masked figure was holding a man up on the wall, I squinted my eyes to get a closer look and to see..
Blood...
There was blood pooling out of his ears and his eyes were rolled back with some blood dripping down, it looked as if he was internally bleeding to death.
I see on the other side of the alley was a young girl, mid 20's with a skimpy dress and full make up. Yet she looked like she saw a ghost even with all her makeup. As I jumped down shielding the girl from the masked figure, staring at them when they turned around.
