White Tiger
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Last published Thu, May 5, 2016
Ordinary. Not a word you'd use to describe me...
"Wait!"
Yet people use it to describe me...
The black trench coat swishes around my feet as I turn abruptly.
I'm not to sure why...
"Who are you?"
How foolish they are...
A grin etches onto my face as I turn around and leap off the building.
The smart ones call me crazy and mad...
The coat whips around me as I pull out a gun with an attached grappling hook and fire it at the roof of the nearby building.
The wise ones call me a villain...
I crash through the nearby window and roll to my feet inside the office.
The heroes call me the White Tiger...
"Whose ready to start this party?" I say to the employees in the building before I run to the elevator and open the doors before sliding down the cables and out through the bottom floor. Once I hit the street I spin on my heel and run into the darkness, black trench coat still flying behind me.
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