“No one is going to come to save you.” hisses the vigilante “Don’t you understand, hero? You’re illegal. The police won’t protect you. You aren’t a citizen. [Villain] will rip you to pieces and they’ll put your corpse on trial.”

“What about you?” asks the new hero “Would you help me?”

“My job is to protect the weak. If you need my help, you’re not ready to wear that costume.”


Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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