By Meticulous 12 Comments
The year was 1987 and standing on the ledge of a building looking over a mostly vacant parking lot in the heart of Seattle Washington was a great with wisdom protector, an vigilante of the cape an cowl verity, impartial in his submission to the laws of mankind.
"That is not the dress attire to wearing in these parts." the stoic figure perched above mumbles to himself as he watches a young woman twenty-something make her way across the parking lot bellow, she is dressed in his own over critical and mature opinion likened to that of a common verity street walker. He notices the few lingering scumbags as the hone in on the potential victim of their wanton needs and desires. The wolves are out tonight and a helpless sheep as found herself alone in the wrong valley... Luckily for the sheep a shepherd is keeping a watchful eye on his flock.
The very same watchful eyes that squint with anger when he sees one of the wolves pullout a switchblade as he chuckles to his buddy and unzips the fly of his pants, making obscene body gestures. Horatio knows where this was going, hell he knew before it was spelled out plainly for him. He just hates always being right is all... Could the scum bags let him down every once in a while and actually not be so disgusting. No that is asking far to much from these vermin.
The next few moments are caked with massive amounts of adrenaline as Horatio leaps from his perch, extending his arms into a cross and using a current of air combined with extreme force to propel him outwards. The structure of his advanced armored stealth suit has arm gliders built in that wisp his body safely through the cool nights sky and place him on his feet again softly. The padded souls of his boots meet the pavement in a whisper, the special material used to craft them absorbs the effects of the impact outright.
His line of vision is flawless as his super enhanced senses that are more liken to that of wild animals then that of mankind, all five senses are receptive to even the most minuscule changes in his environment. So it is with no surprise when the next few seconds play out in real life the exact way that they played out in theory in thousands of different ways only moments ago.
Horrific brilliance is the only thing that sums up correctly what these men play privy to witness as they are quickly and silently dissected by the masterful hands of a the highly skilled masterfully trained champion of the peace. Not the peace that the masses whine about mind up... The irrefutable kind of peace that only comes with men and women taking action and changing the world around them with force by first changing themselves into something better... Something more then human, for to be human at least in theory is flawed and doomed to fail from the start. At least that is the perspective of the mad genius titan that strikes fear into the hearts of injustice.
The Purist was born.