Untilted
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Thread Topic: Untilted
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Once a upon a time, in the land of flashing lights, technology, and pollution upon pollution. There was a large city full of sin. Every corner you turned you could see it.
Wrath, associated with the abused and neglected youths. Greed, the dealers who would go out of their way to ruin another's life with drugs just for their own benefits. Lust, the club goers with a strong desire for self indulgent. Gluttony, the over indulgence of food by the wealthy who are not willing to feed the poor. Envy, the jealous who would rather put others down to make themselves feel better.
Sloth, almost every citizen who is a bystander when crimes are done. Pride, The police officers that trip over their power. Then there is the all of above, the crime organizations that bring everyone down. The ones who bring about the distrust in the community, the ones who ruin it just for their selfish needs.
As the sky descended into the darkness the warm colors collided with the cooler ones, creating a gradient effect. The bright oranges associated with happiness and excitement. The deep blues standing for depression and darkness. It looked like a battle In the sky that the optimistic simply could not win.
A neutral gray swirled in to the mix as a young man released the smoke from his lungs. A young man that was shorter than other's in stature but still had a muscular physique. Despite standing at just 5 foot 7, his morals, bravery, were much bigger than that. You may just think he was another street rat just by his rough looking appearance. But, it wasn't the cover that mattered. Deep down he was ready to fight for Justice.
He cherished righteousness so much that he even went by the name Justice, and preferred to be addressed as such. Justice was a vigilante. Seeming as pride itself did not do a good job in helping the people, he and other brave souls took it upon themselves to do it for them.
His oddly colored eyes pierced in to the defeated battle in the sky, a feeling he could not describe overwhelming him. Possibly it was anger, possibly it was melancholy. Wanting to keep his feelings hidden even in private to lie to himself, he just kept silent.
After watching a horrific scene just a few days ago he was ready to fight. Ready to fight those who dared mess his emotions. The same gang members who murdered his friend in cold blood. A strong feeling of vengeance began to overcome him as he thought more on to it. It was mostly because of the death of his partner, but also the other people who had their love ones taken away by these same miserable people.
The visual of death that he witnessed. It replayed in his head as his thoughts raced to the finish line. Over and over again. The cold metal that ripped through his companions skin at high speeds. The bleeding. It wouldn't stop. Above all he was mad at himself, who was unable to stop the incident. He felt useless.
Justice tapped his fingers against the concrete of the rooftop he sat upon in frustration, His patience was slowly draining away along with his sanity. It didn't help that he was a rash person as well. It was so hard to keep himself from taking action right now. Being a man of action. He slowly sat up and used his hands to pat the collected dirt from his pants.
Heading back into his apartment room, he searched through a miniature arsenal he built up over time. Although his hot headed-ness was getting to him, he at least knew he wouldn't be able to do if he carried too many weapons on his person. All that he was willing to bring along was his black jack, a combat tomahawk, a trench knife and a suppressed beretta.
Not wanting to endanger his team, he wanted to go in alone despite the high chance of death. Even though he knew he could die, a smirk appeared on his face at the thought of this challenge. He hid as much as he could by putting it in a sports bag and carried it to the designated area. As he walked through the lonely alleyways.
He felt eyes glowering at him from above. His senses told him to look around to find the source of it. When he did he saw someone he knew all too well. He sent a glare to the dark skinned male who seemed to returned it. His blue eyes piercing through his deep violet ones. It was that look that said "Hey bro, I feel like I know what you're about to do and don't."
Justice turned away and kept walking when the silence was getting unbearable. Tower, the person who was watching him, came down from his safe haven and followed besides the shorter male. "You shouldn't do that, Justice. You could die, ya' know." He said while looking at the other who just sneered again. "Beat it. What I do is none of yer' business."
Tower furrowed his brows in concern before poking at the other in a light hearted way. He knew it would possibly make the hot head more angry, but he really did need the other to settle down and think things through. "Of course it's my business. I care a lot." The shorter male felt his gaze softening. But he didn't want to give in just yet. He kept walking, faster this time not wanting to talk about it. He wanted to be fired up in hopes an adrenaline rush would pick him up from the beginning of his soon battle. Now he was just getting emotional over it.
There came more attempts at convincing. Justice tried his best to turn a deaf ear to it but to no avail. He sighed, holding a look of anger on his face, though deep inside he was breaking. With his perception of how a man should be, he kept his hard exterior and crossed his arms. Tower patted at the other's shoulder. "I'm willing to help you. Just give me a chance." His 'annoyance' offered. Succumbing to the fact that it's true, he can't do it by himself, he just nodded and didn't say anymore.
Unfortunately, or in this case, luckily he did carry a weapon on him as well since he spent much time in the bad parts of town. Tower was ready to assist. As they closed in to the location they were silent and made sure to keep it that way.
The bravery within Justice grew, along with his need to destroy. Seek out those who brought these sins to this city.
There were two men guarding the front door to what was supposed to be a 'foresakened' building. Both of those men fell after being struck against the head by a bat and the back of a tomahawk. No worry, though. He'd rather these people rot in jail instead of die.
Tower peeked inside, seeing the coast is clear, he gestured the other to follow him inside. This was like the top level of the building, the rest of it descending downwards with stairs. Justice walked forward and peered down over the railing to see many down there, pushing drugs and weapons. It almost looked like ants working on their underground kingdom. Sadly, this wasn't even all the members. He took out his suppressed gun in case. There were too many to actually incapacitate, seeing as this was 2 against 20. For now, he'll try to take out as many as he can while looking for the specific one that murdered his friend.
five unconscious bodies later, there was notice of something being off among the other fifteen. The duo were able to keep it as stealthy as possible. Justice scanned the area rapidly for his target. His eyes fell on a tanned man, covered from his arms, chest, and neck with tattoos that told a story. His eyes widened with realization of that being the one. Marino. His teeth gritted and he was ready to charge up front to attack.
Instead he was held back by Tower, who had a firm grip on his shirt. He hissed at the shorter male and shook his head, seeming angry. He wanted him to calm down and not give themselves away.
Being a rash individual, he didn't listen. He tugged himself away from the others grip and charged, tomahawk in hand. With as much strength as he could muster, he brought it down on to the man. On to his shoulder. The metal tore past his skin and in to muscle, where it was now lodged in his bone. -
Marino shouted a second later as the pain registered. His eye twitched when coming to terms with the wound. A dark glared flared on his face, aimed at Justice who happily returned it. "You!!" The deep accented voice exclaimed as he used his more efficient arm to pull his own weapon. Justice was barely able to avoid the bullet that came his way at close contact. If the man wasn't distracted by pain to actually have up good aim he may have been able to kill the other point blank.
His hand shook with pain. Instead of trying to retaliate any further, the members that witnessed this drew weapons as well. Luckily a majority of them being short ranged. Bats, crowbars, basically anything that could be picked up in this place was directed to Justice. He tried his best to avoid it.
The youths head spun after being hit with a wooden plank. He fell backwards and forced himself to come back in to focus as one of the thugs let down a bat with full forced. The purple eyed man rolled to the side, avoiding it. Tower came to his side and shot down anyone that tried to come at his friend. The two fought side by side, either using bullets to take lives instantly or just incapacitating them with injuries left by the sharp edges.
The cowards who didn't want to stick around encase police arrive, left. Those who were injured didn't want to stick around either. Having injuries of his own, Justice was close to collapsing. But being the hero of this story, he pushed through.
As someone who grew up in a broken home, having to witness the injustices and unfairness of the world, he trained a majority of his life to become a hero. He wanted change and yes, he was going to get it no matter what anyone else said.
His target, has left when he was distracted with the others. Anger overcame him. His fist tightened almost to the point of it breaking skin. "..." That was fine. For now. Instead of trying to locate him right now, he gave up on his personal goal just temporarily to get rid of the other pest that dirtied the land. He couldn't get them all. But managing to at least bring ten of them to hell was a start. It was just less pollution in his eyes, and hopefully it would help the citizens breath. At least a little.
Time has passed by and the duo left before the Pride came. They managed to catch and arrest nineteen out of twenty of those gangsters. And of course took the glory for it. Justice liked glory too but... right now it mostly mattered that he and his friend made a difference.
They were walking through a different route so no one would be able to spot them. Justice sighed, limping and Tower held on to his arm to stop some of his bleeding. "So much for vengeance" Justice spoke, but unlike earlier it was slightly more light hearted since he was happy to help. And no matter who it was with, fighting managed to cheer him up a bit.
Tower smiled when he heard the other, sensing that he was in a better mood. "Oh well... Just be glad you put some bad guys behind bars." He playfully punched his shoulder. "With the help of me, of course." Justice rolled his eyes and punched him back, harder. The shorter man's grinned widened. "I guess with your help...." His eyes shifted slightly as the smile went away. "Um... thanks by the way. For, you know. Doing that thing. For me. And stuff." He was hesitant on actually saying he appreciated the help and support.
A laugh came from Tower as he patted his back. "No problem. Just know that you can always ask for help... and stop trying to act hard all the time." Justice glared. But since it was obvious, he didn't try to deny it.
As the ship of night shun in the sky, a realization came that vengeance isn't the only thing that should matter. It was watching out for your friend. Defending the ones who had to live with the wrath, the greed, the lust, the gluttony, the envy, the sloth, and the pride in this city. Doing this was far more worth it than personal goals that only spread more hatred. Then again, nothing could possibly stop the cycle of hate. It will keep spinning till the end of time. All that we can do is try to make less of it. -
THIS IS SO GOOD
JFC SEED YOU'RE AMAZING AT ART-
AND WRITING TOO
/dies bc I'm not as talented/
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