《The Unheralded Hero》


 chapter 0: what does it take to be a hero?

    WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO BE A HERO?


    In a city that draws closer and closer to its last breath. In a ruined world ravaged by bandits, gangs, corrupt justice systems, and a failing government lie a single beacon of darkness. A beacon far darker than anything anyone in all of humanity¡¯s history have seen before. A beacon so dark, it overshadows all of the city¡¯s darkness. A beacon that represents a hero. But many individuals will call him a murderer.


    What does it take to be a hero in a barely functional City ruled by the underground mobs?


    It takes darkness to beat darkness. It takes a person much more evil and wicked than the rest.


    A hero is supposed to be a brave person that is admired, looked up to, for their courage or achievement.


    But does a hero have to be a good individual? What is a good individual?


    To save a city from madness is to give oneself whole-heartedly to the madness inside of their heart. Sometimes to stop someone from hurting another person, you have to rely upon drastic measures that include taking the life of the person that is going to kill. Sometimes for every act of saving a life, a little piece of darkness sets in. Sometimes whether you want to or not, you have to become a necessary evil for the good of a city/country. Sometimes to save a life is to kill one.


    Evil isn¡¯t necessarily evil. Evil can be as pure-hearted as a father (petty thief) and mother (Prostitute) trying to make money for their family and kissing their daughter good night, or as cold as the nighttime wind, as murderers and other dangerous criminals drop dead in the corners of Lyndrod streets. But then, there is Evil. The definition of Evil is knowing better but doing worse. It is when you grew up in the comforts of your home, had a good life, but just due to boredom, or for the fun of it, do worse to others, just because you can. Evil is when you could have been good but chooses not to.


    Madness has gotten its claws on what used to be a precious city, and rendered it cut off from any sources of light. A couple of decades earlier, this used to be a trading city, with its ports open, and was well-known for its numerous businesses, and markets. But since twenty years ago, all of that perished. We used to have markets and make profit throughout the city, but that all change twenty years ago. the markets kept losing profit. First it started with 9.4%, then kept on falling steadily, like it was all a manipulation. Each and every time it went down by precisely 9.4% until the market completely collapsed.


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    The criminal activities from that moment on increased, and a new type of drug started to spread. New gangs were created. Gang wars became a very common sight. Soon after, bank robberies became the norm. If that wasn¡¯t worse, the mayor and governor refuses to ask any authorities for help. Media and other news stations were threatened. News companies moved out of the city since reporters could no longer work here since it was too insecure. The situation got worse and worse. Jobs wouldn¡¯t hire workers since they became too afraid of hiring someone that might kill them later. The jobs that would hire people were closing their businesses.


    The police have failed this city and its inhabitants. The more the police work hard to bring those criminals to justice, the more criminals would walk. The judges would not assign any severe penalty to the criminals, since they were afraid for their life and their children. The prosecutors don¡¯t even show up anymore, if they haven¡¯t left the city already. The judges are hiding their faces as much as they can. The police corps has become corrupted. No one can be trusted.


    The government was clueless as to what they should do. All they did was bringing more police officers into the city to help the task force, which merely increased the corruption level in the city. As soon, as the new officers witness the amount of criminal activity that was happening in the city, they realized this was a life or death zone. To live, they became corrupted. They killed instead of protecting. they joined gangs and the war on the city waged on.


    To control evil, a superior evil is necessary

 Chapter 1: to control evil, a superior evil is necessary

    TO CONTROL EVIL, A SUPERIOR EVIL IS NECESSARY


    Pain. A common suffering was what the politicians at first thought could help this city. If everyone got together and started protesting their suffering, their pain, their anger, it would help put a stop to this madness that has taken its liking to this city. But that did nothing but fuel the madness. The more political campaigns and protests spread to overcome this pain the city was in; the more innocent life were killed. It was enough to bloody the streets with blood and vomit, as the bodies were carried away in broad daylight for everyone to see and keep their mouths shut.


    The numerous politicians that were running, stopped their campaigns for numerous unexplained reasons. The mayor will be running again, as well as the governor and the senators. Only the politicians that were already in office were leading a good life. They were remaining calm and not ushering a word about any suffering the city and state was in. No reporter ever asked them the question, with fear they might find their whole family dead.


    Everyone have grown to dislike those incumbents, but there was nothing anyone could do. They kept on re-running for office, and with no choice, they kept on getting re-elected, since we were forced to vote for them again and again. No media coverage was getting to the rest of the states. We were getting isolated. Only the internet was free, and even then, people kept their names hidden, and only discussed anonymously. The darkness in the city was spreading. Soon, this city will be taking its last breath.


    When everyone was depressed, when everyone thought this was how life was going to be, someone appeared. A glimmer of darkness that displayed that darkness could still become darker. A darkness so dark, it made us realized we had it easy till now. Some of us will address that darkness as hero, some as vigilante, some as psychopath/murderer, serial killer, some as a message from God, some will not say anything at all. Even with all of those different opinions, one thing can be said for sure, ¡°he helped us¡± but for whose benefit did he?


    In what used to be a city bursting with life, remained a quiet and eerie city. It was now seven o¡¯clock in the afternoon on a Friday night, but few people were outside right now. If you were a new comer you would find this certainly strange, odd even, as you observe how uncomfortable the few individuals in the streets were walking and feeling. They were strangely jumpy and were looking over their shoulders every so often. It wouldn¡¯t take a psychologist to figure out what was causing such a reaction. Fear of the people in this very city that they live in was causing them this amount of fear.


    The first case depicting this unknown hero at work, began on that particular Friday. It was a dark afternoon, a young lady in her late twenties finished her work in the next borough over, and was making her way home. She was tired and had been under a lot of stress lately. She was dressed in a skirt, blouses, and a shoe. She was walking quickly enough to reach the next block. She looked over her shoulders and there were three guys behind her. They all had their hoods over their face. She could not make much of their face, but she could tell they were grinning in a wicked way.


    She was used to those sort of things happening to other women in the city. She was mentally prepared for this particular scenario. She once browsed online to find what she could use in cases like this. In her purse was a pepper spray and a stun gun. She relaxed her facial features, and though mentally exhausted from her waitress job, walked confidently as to not give any hint to her followers that she noticed them or that she was afraid of them. She read that, the guys that stoop to this level, love it when the girl was afraid, it made them feel much better, in control and they enjoyed the dominating atmosphere overall.


    Walking coolly, she kept her arms close to herself. She crossed to the next street over. The guys continued to follow her. The guys grew more and more impatient. They weren¡¯t going to wait anymore. They speeded up and approached the woman. She had her pepper spray ready and used it on the first guy that touch her arm, and ran. The other two guys helped the third one up, laughed at him and joked around for a bit, and got together and started to run after the woman.


    She was speeding as fast as she can. The clouds increased, and the darkness thickens. The rain came. The young lady¡¯s hair was getting wet, and her skirt was getting wet badly, her footsteps making sound in this quiet neighborhood she entered. The guys no longer needed to actively search for her direction, they would follow her footsteps. No one was outside in the neighborhood at that time. It was eerily quiet, not even a dog¡¯s bark could be heard. The only sound imminent was the young lady¡¯s footsteps that brought sound to this quiet neighborhood.


    She yelled for help, trying to scare her chasers, but no one moved. Even if they were individuals not asleep yet, they had no reason to go outside and look for more trouble than they already had. The young lady wasn¡¯t afraid yet. She was taught to be a strong woman by her only parent, her father. Her father raised her by herself, through sweats and hell, her father took care of her, from managing his jobs and her school work. He was always there, until his eventual passing two years ago, due to cancer. Now, it was up to her to defend herself.


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    A memory of her father flashed in her mind. The three men yelling profanities at the young lady managed to catch up and grabbed her, this time they were ready for any pepper spray attack. The young lady struggled out of her reach and used the stun gun on the man on her left. While she was busy with that man, the other two wasted no time. They grabbed her and carried her away from the person that got stunned. While the man was recuperating, the two men forced the young lady in a corner. They were telling her to remain calm if she didn¡¯t want to get hurt, and not to scream.


    They told her if she did as they asked, they would leave her alone and get it over with quickly. They wanted to use her body. The two men pulled out a knife. They were both smiling and imagining having their way with her. The young lady didn¡¯t want to strip as they asked, but if she did not, they would rip her clothing. A stream of tears from all different kind of emotions fell from her eyes. The third men that was stunned, got up and stood where the other two men were. He also pulled out his own knife.


    The men were getting impatient with this young lady. She still didn¡¯t do what they asked, and they decided to show her they were serious. They each decided they would take turn and rip a part of her clothes with their knife in a swift knife stroke. One of the men approached the young lady, pulled her up, and lifted up his knife with his arm outstretched and examined the young lady¡¯s skirt. The swift stroke came, and a part of her skirt was torn apart. A cut appeared on her leg, a reddish blood appeared. The men all laugh and congratulate their friend on a nice swift strike. It was the next one¡¯s turn. He pulled the young lady closer to himself and whispered to her ears, ¡°I am gonna make it hurt, bitch¡±.


    The man lifted his knife up, readied his aim, and when he stroked, no cut appeared on the young lady¡¯s arm. The knife was cut in half before the strike was given to the young lady. The man confusedly looked at the knife. He slapped the lady on her face, called her a whore, and turned around to his two friends. His two friends were lying down on the cold ground. Blood gushing out of their throats. One man was standing but he wasn¡¯t either of the rapist¡¯s friends. He was an unknown man with an unknown agenda at that time. The two men stared each other down for a moment. The rapist searched his pockets for another knife, and with luck, found one. He pulled it out, only for it to get cut again.


    The rapist yelled at the unknown man, asking him what he wanted. The unknown man did not respond but closed the distance between them. The rapist moved back, but it was too late. His throat was slit. Blood gushed out of his throat. The young lady screamed for all to hear.


    She was frozen this whole time, with her pain in her leg getting worse, she had no choice but to let those men have their way with her, no matter how unwilling, but at least she would get to live, even if she wouldn¡¯t be able to look at herself in the mirror.


    But a miracle happened. She was saved, but it did not feel that way. Her-would-be-rapists were killed one by one. When the second man was about to stroked her with the knife, she was staring at the two men behind him. A man appeared from nowhere, like a fairy godmother, and killed them. The two men never realized they even died. It was painless and quick. Blood gushed everywhere, blood was on the unknown man¡¯s shirt, but he didn¡¯t seem to care, even though dressed in all white clothing. The young lady froze from shock. She didn¡¯t know whether to cry, scream, or let the thought of escape enter her mind. The second man slapped her and called her a whore, but she didn¡¯t respond to any of that at all. The second man turned around and found his friends dead, and an unknown man was standing by their dead bodies with blood on his white clothing.


    The second man yelled about the unknown man¡¯s motives, but he didn¡¯t respond to any of it. He closed the distance between him and the second man so quickly that the second man didn¡¯t have time to do anything except getting his knife out of his pocket. The knife also got cut in half. One second the knife was normal with its tip and edge, and the next, the tip was cut cleanly off with the edge gone. The next moment, blood gushed out from the second man¡¯s throat, and he too fell to the cold ground like his fallen comrades.


    The lady could no longer control herself. She screamed with all her might and peed herself. She was scared, more scared than she even thought she could be when she got captured by those guys. She didn¡¯t even think she could scream that loud. The tears flowing from her eyes momentarily blinded her vision, and when she cleared them with her hands, the unknown man was gone.


    A necessary evil

 Chapter 2

    A NECESSARY EVIL


    The term necessary evil was repeated throughout colonial times, and was even a philosophy adopted by John Locke. The government exist to help people but as a sacrifice it will take a small percentage of their freedom.  So, therefore, in that way, the government is an evil but a small one. A necessary evil. It is with those philosophies the founding fathers acted and utilized in their thoughts to bring forth a revolution.


    Coincidentally, a revolution was beginning to sweep through this city like a madness of untold proportion.


    The city welcomed another dangerous morning. The cops finished their reports from the young lady. All information and detailed she gave were carefully written down. The cops questioned her at the police station, applying enough pressure to make sure she told the truth. All the evidence pointed to the third party, the unknown man that murdered those three rapist.


    When the police station posted the picture of those individuals to the general public, they received multiple calls from other women in the city that were raped by those men and were afraid to confide to anyone. Over the next couple of days, the police station was busy filling in reports from these women. About fifteen women were raped and violated by those men. But the information the women gave said, it wasn¡¯t only those three. There were supposedly two more individuals unaccounted for.


    The police station was preoccupied with the search for those other two individual and for the mysterious man. The police force was divided in opinion. Some thought the mysterious man did what was necessary at the time, stopping those three men from raping a woman, but some of the other police officers thought, the mysterious man overdid it by a lot. Did the mysterious man had to slit their throats? Was it necessary to go that far?


    A chill passed by the police officers debating the recent murders. Dead bodies were showing up every day now. It has become the norm in our little city. Debating about the dead has now become a tradition at the station. No police officer would disagree that the mysterious man did them a favor, but none would admit that even if they agreed with what the unknown man did. They would not let their true opinions leave further than their thoughts. Morning reports of murders were being reported every day. The station created its own task force that dealt with dead bodies, and they had their own phone service. The citizens no longer needed to call the emergency number when they found a dead body but another hotline.


    A bank robbery was reported at the station on a fateful Saturday morning at eleven o¡¯clock sharp. Bank robberies have become common in the city. To work in a bank is to live on the edge of life and death. Banks that were still open and functioning were accepting new hires but not many would apply. No one wanted to live a life when individuals would come and rob you and might even hurt you. The bank robbery that have become a common sight in this city was going to take a very unusual turn on that particular morning.


    The bank robbery would bring forth a change that will raise questions in the mind of many. The station sent their usual team to the bank to stop the robbers from getting away. The bank robbers were fairly sophisticated and experience. They had all the tools they needed to commit the felony. They were well-prepared and knew the lay-out of the bank. They knew exactly what they had to do, and they made sure they were quick. At first, the bank robbers came in the bank like anyone else, they wore wigs and had their make-up done by a professional and their facial would not be recognized by the surveillance cameras. They were seven of them. Each carried a typical bag that would pass unnoticed.


    Two went in the line to talk with the clerk, the others went to their already-discussed locations. One of them, an old man of about fifty-years, stayed near the back in order to secure their exit. Of course, their exit strategy was well-planned too. One of them was left in the car to make sure everything was going smoothly. As soon as the two bank robbers in the waiting line reach the clerk, their plan was put in motion.


    The bank robbers knew what their charges would be if they got caught. They tried to lessen the charges as much as possible. They planned to take the money, maybe shoot a couple practice shots at the walls and roof and near some of the bank¡¯s customers to scare them a little. But they were under no circumstances to kill any customers in the bank. It was all part of their plan if they got caught, to be able to walk and not go to prison. They had a judge they were friends with that would take care of everything, as well as a greedy defense attorney.


    The bank robbers were prepared for the worst case scenario. That they would get caught. But they just didn¡¯t realize, in that particular morning, that getting caught by the police would be similar to winning the lottery compared to what was going to happened to them. They opened their bags and took out their weapons. The bank robbers took the money from the bank without killing or hurting anyone. They put the money in their van and sped away. Their van had a black color. The police were on their trail. The criminals kept speeding and speeding, doing their best to escape the polices¡¯ clutches.


    The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.           A man wearing all white appeared in the air. He was wearing a white sweater, white gloves, white jeans, white sneakers, and had long gray hair that made him seem like a saint or an angel even. He had a gray plastic covering his face. He also carried a long thin metal pole with a pointed head. He lifted the pole up, pointed it at the direction of the robbers¡¯ car, and threw it with such strength and speed, it stroked the car down right in the middle.


    A man that was sitting in the middle part of the van screamed as the metal pole entered his right knee. The police cars as well as the armed robber¡¯s van stopped. A shock and chill passed through all the police officers at the field. Even the criminals in the van were not moving an inch as they contemplate what to do next. The police officers in their cars, after a moment, got back in control and started to voice their different opinions.


    Using the radio-transmissions, the police officers were all discussing what to do in this scenario. One of the police officers, went out of his car and yelled to the mysterious man to come down. The mysterious man did not respond but went to the robbers¡¯ car. He ripped the car¡¯s roof off, and murdered the robbers in cold blood. He flew back in the air and disappeared in the distance.


    The robbers didn¡¯t even have time to beg for their life. One moment they were driving as fast as they could and was about to escape the police and make it, then suddenly, a pole stroked their van down right in the middle of the van. Not only that, the pole pierced the right knee of one of the criminals. He screamed, and as one of the other criminals in the back tries to stop the bleeding and find whatever antibiotics they carried just in case, a screeching sound could be heard. The screeching sound was the roof being forced out of the van. None of the robbers understood what was happening, therefore, none of them grabbed their guns to shoot.


    They were all looking up at their roof being forced open as if it was a scene from a movie. Only it was in real life for them. The roof opened, and an unknown individual not associate with either the police or the criminals was standing there motionless in the air. With their confusion at its peak, the criminals died, before they could realize what was happening.


    When the police officers arrived at the site of the robbers¡¯ car, they found all seven of them dead, with their throats slit. One of the robbers had his head ripped out from his neck. Blood was everywhere in the car. Blood gushed out, a head was a couple of centimeters away from its body, but no sign of any weapon used beside the metal pole. Some police officers could not handle the dead bodies and threw up. It was a harsh sight. Even true veteran police officers were in for surprised when they saw those dead bodies. The forensic team came in and did their work. No fingerprint was found from the metal pole. Those police officers that were silently agreeing with the mysterious man when he stopped the young lady from getting rape were having doubts about the man¡¯s justice.


    A flying man. That is what the cops reported they saw on their report. They couldn¡¯t believe it either. Only one person remained calm at that time and went out of the car to order the flying man to come down. The cops were bewildered with questions. How can an individual fly in the sky? How can the individual kill off the bank robbers in just a moment and with no weapon as well?


    When individuals came to ask questions about the bank robbers, all the police could say was it was still under investigation and no comment will be said at this time. But a video of the flying man was captured by someone that saw the event with the bank robbers. The video went viral online. Views and discussion became heated as to what the flying man was and what his mission was. Opinions differed from person to person. Some individuals believed he came to help this city get better, others argued he was a murderer like most people in this rotten city, others said, they would continue to observe before deciding.


    In just one day since his appearance to the public, the unknown man became a hot topic of gossip and heated discussions. The group of individuals that believed he was here to save this city created blogs about him. They were all ready to write about him and his legend of how he will take down criminals left and right. Even though those very individuals knew killing people was a crime, they could not contain the excitement in their heart. They wanted to be able to walk down the street at night without worrying about getting stabbed. They wanted something to believe in, they wanted to gain hope again.


    Within those very individuals, some were religious and thought it was God that answered their prayers. They thought God finally received their words and decided to help them even if it meant to commit murder. Some individuals in the opposition side that were religious thought the unknown individual could be a demon or some sort of evil alien. One thing can be said about all the speculations; All of it wasn¡¯t far from the truth. Be it man or women, God¡¯s messenger or the Devil¡¯s advocate, here was one unknown individual that made us questioned everything about society and about ourselves.


    SOCIETY AND RELIGION

 Chapter 3: Society & Religion

    SOCIETY & RELIGION


    Society needed answers as to who the flying man was. Was he an allied? Was he an enemy? If he was an allied, then why is he murdering criminals without trials? Why is the unknown man defying all laws? Religion could not answer those questions. Those believing in the unknown man¡¯s actions were called the Angelics. Those treating the unknown man like a criminal were called the Demonics.


    With every news report sighting of the flying man, and the recorded video spiraling in the web, the two sides became increasingly divided. No voice of reason could control the masses. The media was going out of control.


    Only darkness awaits in this City.


    With gun violence at an all-time high, and murder a common sight for the common folk. A series of kidnappings has been ravaging this city for years. Every year the police got missing person reports, but those missing person reports wouldn¡¯t usually turn to kidnapping cases. Sometimes, the person that went missing would come back on their own, sometimes with a little effort on the police officer¡¯s part, the missing person would be found, hiding at a best-friend¡¯s house, or at a cabin or such scenarios. But that wasn¡¯t the case anymore.


    If someone was missing in this city, it would certainly mean one of three scenarios. One, they were kidnapped. Two, they were killed and the body just haven¡¯t been found yet. Three, they committed suicide. Suicide cases have increased as well as kidnapping cases. Kidnapping cases were done to spread drug and hard labor. It took time to wrap the drugs in paper and arranged them in materials that would render them undetected by anyone that did not know it was in that particular material. All of which took time to be accomplish.


    Human labor has become an issue this city was facing. When the markets went down twenty years, the drug market only got wider and more influential. Certain ships that arrived at the port have drugs on them. Even though the police station knew that, they could not stop it from happening. Drug addicts could easily be found everywhere. People throughout the city would use drugs. It was a new type of drug. A drug that gave you a bring new high, and lasted longer as well. The kidnapped were forced in labor to mass produced those dangerous drugs. The drug was so wide spread, that addicts from other cities over, would come to buy. Ever since this drug entered the city, what little money someone worked hard to make, went to buying that expensive drug.


    The station tried to find the whereabouts of the kidnapped multiple times, but never found their base of operations. It might be that the police station is lacking capable investigation teams to search for the kidnapped, or it could be, the group known as Lavadoll who has been mass producing the drug throughout the city, has most of the police officers in the station in their pockets. They pay them on a weekly basis to keep a blind eye and let things slide.


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    Therefore, Lavadoll compound was never reported or found. The cops that get pay by Lavadoll kept their mouths tight and didn¡¯t allow so much as a rumor of where their compound could be out. Lavadoll continued to rampage the city. Broad daylight, night time, in the morning, in the afternoon, time meant nothing at all for Lavadoll. They would sell the drug at any time and any day.


    Lavadoll quickly rose as the number one thing the station have to put a stop to. Everyone at the station knew that, but they all knew there was nothing that could be done to put a stop to Lavadoll. It would be a dream come true if they ever found their compound, that is if they don¡¯t end up shot by the same cops they consider friends.


    There was this pressure at the station. No one trusted anyone. No one could be sure of anything. Everyone was under suspicion. Everyone was quick to blame another person for anything. Searching for Lavadoll was a suicide mission in and of itself. But on that particular Saturday night, a suicide mission was called to the station. A miracle or a nightmare, whatever you choose to call it happened. The unexpected happened, Lavadoll was found. But not by the station but by the unknown man.


    A call was received. A person talked and said they were rescued by a man dressed all in white. A flying man, they said. They gave the police station the description of their location, and cops surrounded the Lavadoll compound. But no arrests were made that day. The Lavadoll compound was found, but there was not a single living person inside. All the Lavadoll members were killed. Their throats were slit, and their heads cut off.


    Interestingly, one Lavadoll member, presumably the leader, had his body severed in several places. His arms, legs, and his ribs were bended in the most unusual and quite disgusting fashion. His head was still attached, but his throat was slit. The unknown man changed his MO. His MO started with that young lady. He killed off her attackers and gave them quick death. But this time, he did not. He tortured a man, severed multiple part of his body, and cut off different individuals¡¯ heads.


    The unknown man was getting rougher and rougher as time went on. In a matter of one week, his MO has completely undergone a drastic change. In this dark city rule by madness and evil, a necessary evil was born from its womb. A necessary evil to stop all evil. The revolution has already begun. From the moment, the flying man was recorded in that video, the city was watching, the world was waiting, and all the evils grew angrier.


    THE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN: EVIL AND EVIL