The crowd of faithful spectators massed around, ready to hear the new mayor of Vine City's victory speech. The canidate had an approval rating of ninty-one percent according to the polls, making him one of the most popular canidate to run for mayor in Vine City history. The streets were packed and people could hardly move, as they tried to get a glimpse of the new mayor. A few heroes were invited personally by the mayor, Edward Johnson. They were sitting on the first row, to where they were the closest to watch the speech. Among the loyal characters sitting, was Ronin, leader of Zero Squad. Next to him, were a dozen military soldiers who got back from serving in the Middle East.
The crowd went on a wild chant as soon as the presenter stepped to the podium. The presenter trying to calm the behemoth mass, then gave up and went ahead with presenting their new mayor. The great youth made his dramatic appearance outside of City Hall. The barrage of chants erupted, photographers tried getting the one golden picture, fireworks illuminated the night sky. The iconic icon stood in front of the podium, trying to ease the screams, but charmingly doing so. Smiling, he tried to begin his lengthy speech, but continued getting stopped from the roaring crowd. After fifteen minutes, the mayor would begin his speech.
He began discussing the most important issues of the city. The three biggest issues were poverty, wages, and crime. He expressed compassion to the poor and how he planned on helping them. After that, he spoke of the unfair wages provided by big monopolies and how he would fight them. But the biggest concern was crime. Vine City is a large city and it has crime written all over it. From the darkest shadows of the corners to the corner of your child's crib. Johnson is a supporter of many hero organizations around the world. He has promised full commitment in fighting crime, using heroes as a way to get his point through. There are very few politicians who approve using the hero organization as a tool to fight crime. But in a city like Vine City, what did its citizens have to lose?
The emotional speech was over, the city could never of been more pumped after a speech the mayor had just delivered. Citizens could now go home to their beds and dream of a better tomorrow. The Zero Squad leader stood up and made his way towards Mayor Johnson, along with the twelve decorated soldiers. Fellow friends, family members, and heroes alike, congratulated the mayor. Once Ronin had a chance, he squeezed through the crowd violently. He greeted the mayor, then turned to look at Johnson's wife. The young blonde wore a bright red dress, along with round golden earings. She indeed looked good tonight.
"You've got yourself a fine woman here, John. I might wanna take her home with me one night, just....like..this...one."
Ronin shifted his right hand towards his pocket and removed the concealed weapon from the pocket. He pointed the Desert Eagle right at the mayor's heart. The smoke trail blazed right through the mayor's heart. The blonde widow gave out a loud shriek. Ronin turned his eyes towards Johnson's wife and fired twice. Two bullets on the skull easily ended her life. The spill of dark blood stained the friends and family of the mayor and wife's clothing attire. The once great night, had become a bloodshed. Ronin dropped the weapon, while the decorated soldiers behind began to shoot the rest of Johnson's family members. Shrieks echoed throughout the city. Ronin held his hands up, allowing the authorities to take him down. Five of the twelve soldiers were shot by security, while the others were taken down by the cops as well. The news media cameras were rolling, recording tonight's top news. The criminals were taken out of the scene.
The Zero Squad leader was exessively searched, from top to bottom, until he was clean as a whistle. The decorated soldiers were set in different cells. Ronin was pulled through the corrider towards his new home, until his trial would begin. The odds were against him, he will face execution. Just as Ronin was a few feet from his cell, he stopped and began to pull back. His hands were binded by some cuffs, being held from a large guard. The three guards jumped in to assist.
With a great pull, Ronin snapped off the cuffs. His two "hands" fell to the floor. He pointed his two handless arms at the four guards. One of them was holding the keys. The sound of rapid moving metal hissing through the air, ended once they hit the four guards. The bodies fell to the floor.
"The things you can do when you lack certain appendages."
After struggling to fit his hands into the slots of his arms, the Z.S. Leader walked over to one of the fallen guards. He picked up the keys on his belt and released his associates. Ronin looked straight at a survelliance camera planted on the wall. He gave out a crooked smirk.
"Free the rest of the prisoners and find any weapons you can."
The rush of escapees and gunfire had the guards confused and unorganized. Ronin's men were shooting at guards within the large group, using the guns that were picked up from the dead guards by the cells. Ronin and three of his associates were able to sneak out of the prison enterance door, while the guards and escapees fought inside. Outside, the small band ran towards a dumpster by an alley. Ronin dug and scavanged through the thick stench of trash, until he pulled out a briefcase.
"You two, take the dumpster inside the prison."
The two soldiers nodded and did so. Ronin walked with his lone associate into the alley. Ronin opened his briefcase and began to undergo a physical transformation. The criminal now looked like a bum from the streets. He stuffed the used Ronin latex rubber mask inside the briefcase. Once the dumpster was in the prison building, the criminal clicked on a remote from inside the briefcase. The prison blew up. The Impersonator stopped to take in the noise of the explosion and its effects into account. The crackles of fire, the cry for help, the bloody mist adrift, the sirens, was unsatisfying.
"Is this it, are you going to stop this madness?"
The Impersonator forcefully smiled.
"No. This was just the pebble. If you want it dropped on the lake, you have to do more. If you want a larger ripple, then you have to lob it big until your arm gives off, my friend. I've gone far to stop now."
Deep in the alley, they vanished, leaving the great mess of deception behind. Now with Ronin forcefully blackmailed to face his alliances, where do they stand? The heroes once looked up to will now be looked down upon society. The actions of one spreads like an eletrical current, until it burns out. How long will it be up?
The reunion of villains was at dawn. Inside an abondoned warehouse, the meeting would take place. There, the legends of the past sat there, waiting. The sudden gunfire outside of the room brought a sense of alarm. The door was kicked open. Ronin stepped inside the same floor the villains did. Having the door opened, the dead henchmen protecting the door outside were visible from inside the meeting room. Ronin casually fixed his white suit and sat on a chair, putting his briefcase on the table. The Impersonator removed the mask from his face and set it in the middle of the table. No one could see his face. They could only see the metal facegear and his green eyes. The mask covered his past.
"I'm sure you watch the news?"