It was past the
hours of twilight and I roamed around the rooftops of a dark and bustling
metropolis. From a glance, I knew it was the city of Gotham, and I was just one
of its disliked inhabitants. I was a reptilian, half-breed, with blood-red and
fiery ember scales. My hair was long and black like tar. I had a pair of horns,
and my left eye was absolutely white though I wasn’t blind. I had a long,
whip-like tail with sharp spikes at the end of it. My only companions were my
two demon dogs, whom I named Psykes and Cleaver. As dangerous as I seemed with
my entourage, my Persona didn’t seem criminal at all. Because of my likeness, I
laid low and stayed out of people’s way in general. The shadows were my home.
A big crime had gone
down in my part of the city so I sent my dogs to investigate. The two dogs
looked like zombie mutts, with shreds of their flesh missing here and there.
They both had black and dark red fur. Their eyes were totally white, but glowed
red when provoked. Something about them reminded me of Neil Gaiman’s characters
Cain and Abel from the Sandman universe, how Cain would relentlessly torture
and kill his younger brother over and over again but Abel kept regenerating
because they were somewhat immortal. Psykes and Cleaver were exactly like that,
Psykes being Cain. I called him Psykes because he had more of a psychotic
streak than his younger brother.
Psykes was picking a
fight with Cleaver again and as he tore up his neck and slash his long claws at
his belly, Cleaver would just whine and howl in agony. My character was a bit cold
in character in the sense that this was the norm and didn’t bother intervening
even as Cleaver died over and over again. Suddenly, alarm struck and the
streets were busy. I shushed the dogs so that I could see what was going on.
Something had struck Gotham city; Robin was dead, and the Dark Knight wants to
know who killed him.
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