You think you know me? Just because you see me on the streets in my flashy costume? Just because I save you from some thugs, you think you know me? Do you know what goes on in this head of mine? Have you seen the darkness of the sunlight and heard the voices of the damned? Feh! You know only your solitary and meaningless existance, you know nothing of the world around you and yet talk as if the world is your plaything. Do you truly wish to know the man behind this mask? Beware of your wishes, for I can make them come true. Let me tell you of the man behind this mask, let me tell you of the soul within this man - and then, maybe, you will understand how little you know.
I see the darkness within us all, and I see the light within the dark - do you hear the voices of death and mayhem? No, I thought not. I wake every day into night, and sleep with the cries of those who I have condemned. The shadows embrace me even as I cast them from me, the past haunts me even as I seek to atone for my past transgressions. Quiet.. do you hear them? The voices who tell us how to act? Of course you do not, you are but a pathetic strip of flesh who cries for assistance and dares to think you know who I am. They tell me many things you know, like how that thug there only wants to be accepted - how his crimes are just a manifestation of the very shadows around us all. They tell me of the end of the world, and prod me to join them. I cast them out, however, and seek to do right by this infested world. They know of the blood on my hands and on my clothes, the same hands and clothes that seem so clean to you; the same hands that protect you, the same clothes that provide a beacon of hope in your otherwise miserable life.
Yes, I see I am disturbing you now, the look in your eyes shows me you do not wish to believe me. Very well citizen, I shall not twist your mind with further words, I will continue to save your pathetic soul when I can; but know this, you are just a mote of dust in the eye of eternity - eventually you will be gone and there will only be darkness. Think on this "good" citizen, and remember that the darkness is always there - whether it be outright and evident, or clothed in a gaudy costume protecting your valueless life.
((This is my first attempt at fanfic, it is a small beginning to a much larger story and a character with a very conflicted past and future. This character is not a 'villain' hero - but rather a true hero overcoming the darkness in his soul to do right. His name will be released with a future story - but tell me what you think please ))
You think you know me? Just because you see me on the streets in my flashy costume? Just because I save you from some thugs, you think you know me? Do you know what goes on in this head of mine? Have you seen the darkness of the sunlight and heard the voices of the damned? Feh! You know only your solitary and meaningless existance, you know nothing of the world around you and yet talk as if the world is your plaything. Do you truly wish to know the man behind this mask? Beware of your wishes, for I can make them come true. Let me tell you of the man behind this mask, let me tell you of the soul within this man - and then, maybe, you will understand how little you know.
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I see the darkness within us all, and I see the light within the dark - do you hear the voices of death and mayhem? No, I thought not. I wake every day into night, and sleep with the cries of those who I have condemned. The shadows embrace me even as I cast them from me, the past haunts me even as I seek to atone for my past transgressions. Quiet.. do you hear them? The voices who tell us how to act? Of course you do not, you are but a pathetic strip of flesh who cries for assistance and dares to think you know who I am. They tell me many things you know, like how that thug there only wants to be accepted - how his crimes are just a manifestation of the very shadows around us all. They tell me of the end of the world, and prod me to join them. I cast them out, however, and seek to do right by this infested world. They know of the blood on my hands and on my clothes, the same hands and clothes that seem so clean to you; the same hands that protect you, the same clothes that provide a beacon of hope in your otherwise miserable life.
Yes, I see I am disturbing you now, the look in your eyes shows me you do not wish to believe me. Very well citizen, I shall not twist your mind with further words, I will continue to save your pathetic soul when I can; but know this, you are just a mote of dust in the eye of eternity - eventually you will be gone and there will only be darkness. Think on this "good" citizen, and remember that the darkness is always there - whether it be outright and evident, or clothed in a gaudy costume protecting your valueless life.
((This is my first attempt at fanfic, it is a small beginning to a much larger story and a character with a very conflicted past and future. This character is not a 'villain' hero - but rather a true hero overcoming the darkness in his soul to do right. His name will be released with a future story - but tell me what you think please