Prelude: A Significant Declaration

The full moon shined down upon the skyscrapers of Metropolis city, the lights of the towers dark from being unoccupied. Cars drove by these towers, tired employees of big business finally heading home after a long days work, making their way slowly out of the city or deeper into it. No one walked the sidewalks, save for the odd pigeon or homeless, for at night it was not safe for the normal people to go about. For two reasons really the multiple gangs running around the alleys, and the self proclaimed super criminals.

The police could handle the gangs well enough, but the super criminals were another story. Unable to keep up with their advance weaponry the police simply decided to let them do as they please. The police force of Metropolis could not keep up with the constant losses of men against them. So they caved in and allowed the villains free reign upon their lovely city.

However after awhile, after being sick and tired of pushed around by the maniacs, some of the civilians took up alter-egos for themselves, and went out to battle the villains. Many of them died from lack of experience fighting crime, and many of them decided to give up and hang up their capes. However not all of these average people were average. They stuck with it and continue to protect this city to this day. This story documents the efforts of these villains and heroes, in a struggle to take over this city, or to protect it.


Feeling the wind flutter around his face, the super villain known as "The Plaid Whip" swung around Metropolis, his hands wrapped around a long whip that went off into the dark sky. When he reached as far the whip could go, he twitched his wrists and the whip's cord flung forward and clawed at another building allowing the villain to move forward, while he went toward his destination, the city bank. He gazed down upon the street far below him watching the cars underneath him scurry their owners to the places they called home. He had no home. He was constantly on the move. He cursed these blue collar men and women, doing the same routine everyday for the rest of their lives.

The whip snapped again as he neared his destination. He flicked his wrist again and the whip retracted and pulled high up into the sky, when he reached the nearest skyscraper that the whip attached to, he flicked his wrist again and shot up towards the top of the skyscraper. There the moonlight brought the villains features into full view. He was a well built man, his outfit was remarkably simple compared to some of the other villains out in the city. A simple black mask that stuck around his eyes, hiding his identity, while he wore a simple plaid hoodie, his pants were normal beaten up jeans, with a few holes here and there. His shoes were simple, just high tops with the plaid design that matched his hoodie. The hood was currently down and it showed his dark orange hair tied back in a pony tail.

The whip curled around his arm like a large plaid snake. It seemed to have a mind of its own when it was not in use. The Plaid Whip stroked it a little while he gazed down at the bank, his blue eyes narrowing as he saw cop cars pull up near the bank, and various cops rush into the building. His eyes saw a little bit of commotion through the windows. He turned his gaze to the whip and said to it, "Well. Looks like we have some competition tonight my old friend. We can't have that. Because I will destroy this city no matter how long it takes." With that The Plaid Whip snapped the whip and ran off the building swinging towards the bank, and the commotion.

~To Be Continued~