Enter Anarchist

Bane would find himself standing in the middle of the night facing the tops of two overturned cars. He would stare at them dully as he contemplated pushing the aside or opting to attempt finding another route. From his position he could hear the sounds of the city, the screams, explosions, gunshots and other various sounds that hinted at the sounds of Anarchy. It was what brought him to his current situation. As he stood there he wondered if on the other side if there were people waiting for anyone who may attempt to cross over but realized that despite his caution he honestly didn't care. So he would put both of his palms on the roof and would begin moving forward. At first the car didn't budge, but slowly one could hear the grating of metal against asphalt as he created a gap large enough for him to enter. Through the gap his dull eyes would catch the scene of an odd looking man beating a smaller pathetic looking individual. The sound of the riot had muffled the movement of the car, but Bane's appearance through the gap would attract attention. The man would turn and stare at Bane and he would chuckle. The man looked like a fool, his face covered in white paint. He appeared to be a clown and as Bane looked around he would notice other men with the same make up. The clown seemed to pause, wondering if he should attack Bane but it was obvious he had some reservations. Bane wouldn't give the man a chance, simply walking past the group as if nothing was happening. As he walked down the sidewalk he would see women being raped, men being beaten, drugs abused and things stolen. The whole while nobody would bother Bane, because it was obvious that he was not to be messed with. Soon enough however people would notice him and suddenly he would himself surrounded by clown faced goons with various metal objects.

They had no right to judge. The land was an anarchy. As long as no authority figure entered their lands, people were allowed to come and go. His looks made him seem like he was that of some kind of special ops member, but the clowns wasn't sure if they wished to test him yet. One stepped forward, tapping a pipe on his shoulder with a raised brow. "You new around here?' His question was simple, as the others simply looked on. One of the clowns that had stepped a few meters behind the man would reach into his pocket and take a walkie talkie in his had. Pressing it to his lips, he began to speak. His words were mumbled and jumbled, as though he was talking in some kind of code. A few giggles and chuckles were added in, as his body twitched. He obviously wasn't all there in the mind, which give a good impression on what kind of people were currently holding the power in this city of anarchist.

It was obvious that by surrounding him they meant to compensate for their own lack of individual power. These men were all weaklings, simply people who formed together for security in numbers. It was like watching a pack of animals that needed one another for support in order to survive. Bane pitied them for their weakness, but he also hated them for their arrogance. In their attempts for anarchy they simply became what they hated, they had become the control, which was obvious by the way they, the clowns, abused those who were not clowns. It is fair to say that had the clowns not been wearing face paint Bane would not have thought of it this way, but now in his opinion these people had become the new government by replacing the cities rules with their own. Perhaps this was a flawed interpretation of the word Anarchy, but there was nothing to be done about it. Bane would stare, unimpressed by their puny attempt at intimidation. "It does not matter." Bane would reply, his voice indifferent. Bane would walk towards the clown with the pipe, his muscles flexing unintentionally and his eyes dead. When he was within striking range of the pipe Bane would stop and would say "I am your reckoning." and would wait for him to react.

The man obviously towered over the clown, pretty much asking for the man to swing a pipe into his face. The man wearing the face paint would have done it, if a familiar voice wasn't heard several meters at his back. If one was to look at the origin of the voice, they'd see a woman sitting on a car with face paint and a large smile on her face. In her hand was a gun that she pointed towards the strong man, and the thug who atrociously tried to dress like her. Tilting her head, the woman's pigtails would shift aswell, as she raised a brow. "I hate clowns who copy my style! The woman would yell this out randomly before pulling the trigger to her gun. Instead of it firing and sending a bullet into his head, a small pin came out the barrel and folded down to reveal a flag. On the flag, it simply said "Bang!" All was quiet in awkward silence before the woman began to laugh out maniacally. "HAHAH! BANG BANG BANG! PEW PEW PEW! She made gun noises, as she hopped off the top of the car and switched her hips as she walked towards the two men. Keeping the fake gun in hand, she raised and arm and pointed it back towards the clown dressed man. As she smiled at the one with the weird mask on his face, Jesteria pulled the trigger again, which shot the pin out of the barrel and into the head of the clown, killing him instantly. "New toy here? Oh goodie! I'm about to blow this place sky high! You wouldn't happen to be a hero, would you? I just looove the heroic types..haha..KRERSHAHAHAH!" The insane woman would begin to laugh out loud as she fell back and landed on the chest of the man she killed. Pressing a finger into the blood pooling on his head, she'd take it upon her finger and draw a blood soaked smile onto his face. "Smiles make the pain go away. If you're always smiling, you'll never be hurt again. Haha..heh." She kept her legs together as she scratched the barrel of her gun on her head. Suddenly stopping her giggles and laughs, the woman would raise a single finger and wag it back and forth. "What brings you to this shit hole of a city?"

Bane would wait for the clown to swing the pipe at him, for he never experienced pain anymore and desperately wanted to know what it felt like again, but knew that the effort was fruitless. As he stood facing the clown he would notice someone sitting upon a car. Bane wouldn't say anything because frankly he didn't care, there were tons of people and many of them were already surrounding him to begin with. The woman would aim the gun at him, yet Bane would not make an effort to protect himself as she pulled the trigger at the other man's head. Though to his surprise a flag would unfold that would have the word "bang" on it. She would then proceed to make noises that he found annoying and would pull the trigger again after sending him a quick smile. The pin would make a distinct noise as it penetrated the skull, sending blood splatter on to Bane's skull and forehead. Bane would move his left hand up to his head and wipe the blood off, moving it between his fingers. As that happened several of the clowns behind Bane would attack, yelling as they charged Bane from behind. Bane would turn around, and from his brace of knives he would draw two knives and quickly throw each one accurately in to the heads of two men to either side of the one in the middle. The man in the middle would close the distance and Bane would manage to get in to the clown's guard, take the pipe and grab the clown by the throat with his free hand. With his immense strength Bane would lift the man in to the air and stare in to his eyes. The clown man would plead with Bane to let him go, but Bane simply replied "I am your reckoning." With that being said Bane would bring the man down, slamming his back upon Bane's knee, effectively breaking it causing the man to scream. Bane would then rise to his full height, kicking the crippled clown aside and would nonchalantly answer Jesteria's question with one word "Anarchy."

Jesteria watched the entire scene with a smile on her face, as the hulk of a man began to take out the trash, so to speak. As he lifted the man up, she bit her thumb as her eyes shifting to look up too. And when he brought the man down on his knee, she began to burst out in laughter, holding her gut with both hands. "Oh my gosh, that was so totally awesome! Hahaha!" She popped off the dead man's body she was using as a chair and gave a maniacal smile. "Oh you're good!" The man's back that he broke would be writhing in pain on the ground, and the woman would lift her arm and put a bullet in his head with her gun, not breaking eye contact with Bane. "That's one hell of an entrance to this world of anarchy, you know. It's about damn time! I've been waiting for someone to shake some things up for awhile now, HAHA!" The psychotic giggles escaped her lips, as she holstered her gun and crossed her arms. "So what are you, other than these guys reckoning? You got a name Mr. One Man Army?" The clown kicked a rock and began to circle the large man. She tugged her ear playfully as she looked him up and down. "You look like you've seen some hell on Earth too! Strapped for war, huh?! Hahah, cool. It's like you came straight from the battlefield already, and right into this warzone!" The woman stopped walking, as she stepped over the man's body that she had shot. Leaning down, she would take the blood from the bullet wound, and draw a blood soaked smile on his face. Using the excess blood, she'd do the same to herself. "..Smiles make the pain go away..hehehe.."

Normally a man would be pleased if a woman was so happy over their deeds, but like everything else Bane didn't mind it at all. However without him realizing it the cynical humor had a quiet charm that his subconscious adored, but of course he would never admit it to himself, nor would he show any appreciation for the dark humor. As the woman looked in to his eyes Bane would simply stare back, seemingly never blinking as she continued talking. It would seem to others that Bane was a statue, simply never speaking or reacting to anything. It was almost as if he was a robot built for one thing, and that was destruction. The woman would continue to talk and talk and talk, Bane wondering if it would ever end when finally she asked him something that required an answer. He would wait a second before replying "Bane." Then with the reply she would circle him, making Bane feel like an animal on display at a zoo, or perhaps a piece of meat about to be eaten. It would be a few moments as she commented on his clothing and did other questionable things that would cause most people to be freaked out by her, but Bane rather liked it. It was chaos, it was anarchy, and everything she did was entertaining. The rest of the men surrounding the odd duo would dissipate, already discouraged by the deaths of their comrades. As they panned out to take on various acts of violence Bane would speak, almost to himself "It is time this world was reduced to ashes." He would flex his fingers as he anticipated the coming destruction when he decided to ask "What is your name?"

"World reduced to ashes? Sounds like a suicide mission to me..Hehe..I like it. I think we all want to watch the world burrrrn." The jester would place a hand on her side, while looking at the man. "My blade is named Bane. Small world. You may call me Jesteria. I haven't seen you around till today. You must be an underground tank, hmm?" The clown would shrug her shoulders and begin to walk back the way she came. "Ya know, it goes against all logic for someone like me, to team up with someone like you. Two flames looking to burn the world could snuff each other out..orrr.. She stopped walking and looked back towards the man. "They could combine and turn into a bigger flame. HAHAH! Boom goes the dynamite! It'd be like a corpse party around the globe, and I'll be there to draw a smile on all the dead bodies! That'd be the final punch line to this satire of a life. I mean HAH! This life is the biggest joke of it all.." For once the maniacal smile came off the woman's face, before she turned and continued down the road. "If you're interested in a temporary business partner, come walk and talk with me. I'm sure we have alot in common..Hahah..maybe more than you'd care to admit.."

For Bane time seemed to stand still despite the sounds of chaos going on around him. Within he felt a sense of desire like he had never experienced before. His thirst for destruction was now unleashed by this little clown girl. It was not anything he could have predicted because for the longest time he had simply walked around the world and waited for someone strong enough to cause him pain. It was an aimless journey and one without merit simply because it was impossible to do so. Now he had a goal that gave him a channel for his rage, an outlet so to speak. As she talked the flames around them would glisten off of Bane's eyes making it appear as if a fire had been lit within him instead. Bane would then follow her as she offered for them to team up, amused by comparing them as flames. Bane didn't really talk much but not for lack of vocabulary, he simply never really had anyone to talk with so prolonged silence created a habit where he did not opt to speak. However now that he was asked to do so by his "business" partner he would oblige just this once. "I am interested in your offer. Where do you plan to spread this fire?" he would ask, referring to the riot in the city and how she would cause further chaos elsewhere. "This is just the beginning after all." As he talked he felt that he should have said more, but for now he would allow the clown to talk, it seemed she was better at it than he.

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