Quote:It's got a certain gravitas, yes.
I've always loved the generational idea of the Phantom. Much better, to my mind, than the eternal recycling the comics do to keep their superheroes young.
Quote:Doesn't really need to be anime.
I'm almost tempted to say Harry Potter. But he's out since he's got all that he needs to beat his big baddy; he's just got to figure out how.
Unfortunately, I don't watch enough anime to be aware of a more suitable match.
Can be anything else, ...
... oooh! Idea! Tangent! Unrelated, but but but !
I'm very sorry.
The words spoken a month ago repeated themselves in his mind, even as sparks shot upwards, illuminating the dark workshop.
We did all we could, but the injuries Miss Anderson sustained in the ... assault ...
He would not cry. He didn't deserve to cry, after that day of his greatest failure. Everything he'd ever wanted, all his hopes for the future, snuffed out because he hadn't been able to do anything to stop them.
... internal injuries, as well as cranial trauma ...
He'd been working on it, non-stop, ever since the day he'd been released from the hospital, even before most of his injuries had healed.
This was the only thing driving him now. His need for ...
"That's not the way," a voice cut through the hiss of superheated metal, making him spin around.
Somebody was standing there, at the other end of the garage, leaning against a wall and mostly obscured by shadows. Crimson eyes glinted in the darkness.
"You won't stop me," the arc welder was set aside, a pistol being drawn almost immediately, though awkwardly.
"So who wants to stop you? You're going about this the wrong way."
That was enough to give the man pause. The stranger continued.
"You know, yours isn't the only tragic story out there. There was once a man who lost everything, and decided to tread a similar path ... but it wasn't one that he walked blindly. If you continue on the way you were going to, you'll have a few small victories, yes ..." the eyes closed for a moment, then snapped open to pierce him with the intensity of their gaze. "But you'll ultimately fail. You need to think things through, not lash out blindly. Be methodical, be ruthless, be thorough."
The man barked out a laugh.
"You think I don't realize that?! But this is the only way I know!"
"Would you like another one? Enough memories, enough skills to dedicate yourself to that sort of life, so that nobody would have to suffer as you did, or even worse? It's a one way street, you know. If you don't, you'll still have a chance at life later, though you won't have much of an effect on the grand scheme of things. If you do ..."
***
You'll be remembered as a monster.
An explosive charge, tossing chrome, steel, and flesh through the air.
A murderer.
Flashbang. Roll in. Pick carefully. Breathe out and pull the trigger ...
No better than trash.
The wreck of a car, blown apart, with no more than charred remains left of whatever and whoever had been inside.
The darkness within man, manifest.
Footsteps through a dark alley ...
But they will remember ...
... a bloodied man, ragged with fear, stumbling towards the exit, towards where hopefully the others were waiting ...
... and they will fear ...
... biker leather and cybernetics, and the stench of urine as both bone and artificial kneecap are shattered by point blank blasts.
A bundle of midnight-blue, almost black cloth lands at the welders feet, a simple but utterly expressive ivory design on the top ...
"Remember me?"
Long coat, too heavy to be moved by the breeze, and staring into the face of the boss of the Outriders ...
"Just so you know, you pathetic little piece of filth," the black-clad man says, unfazed by the sound of closing sirens, or the blood splattered across his face. "This isn't revenge."
... a skull.
"It's punishment."
*BANG*
Well? How about it, Mr. J.B.Gibson?
How over the top would Gibson have gone if Naomi died as a result of that little incident with the Outriders? Offer him the skills and memories of someone who made it his way of life to see that justice, or at least a gruesome, merciless version thereof, was served. Yeah.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm