How a Street Rat Saved the World (Action)

Author's Note: Hey there. Sorry for not posting the next part of Peripheral Illusion. I am currently brainstorming the next parts. But here is my newest series, "How a Street Rat Saved the World." Now, for those of you who recognize some of the characters throughout the story, it's because I have used them in a different part of the forums. I will explain after the first part. No spoilers. Now then, without further ado, let us begin.

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Right...

Wrong...

What is the true definition of the two?

There is never a right or wrong. There are just motives and opinion. What one defines as right, another would see as wrong, and vice-versa. In the end, you are just crushing the dreams of the other person when action is taken. One cannot say that they understand the other person under any circumstance, even if that person underwent the same pain as their enemy. In a war, there is no right or wrong. Only protecting your country, and in some cases, devastating the other. This, however, can also occur in two tiny insects fighting for territory. This... is hatred.

This is a story of a young man who roams around the streets trying to survive. But then one day, he meets his match. After that, everything changes... and it isn't for the better.

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Alright guys, I'll begin tomorrow and I'll update on Peripheral Illusion. Remember, leave a comment, critique, or PM and I'll get to it. Next issue comes out tomorrow.

Part 1: Living the Life; ???

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"Do, dododo, dodododod do do, do, dododo, dodododo do do, gonna listen again to my musical do-"

I was making my way down an alley in New York until I heard something.

"HEY!!!" I heard someone cry out.

I spoke without turning around. "Lemme guess, you 'own these streets?'

"Yer damn right! And you just crossed some bad territory, punk. Sure takes some big balls to come in to the territory of... the Black Money!"

All of a sudden, a bunch of big looking thugs were coming in from behind.

"... hmph. And I suppose you don't know who you're dealing with... do you." I said as I slowly turned around to reveal my face to the gang. At that point, though, most of them began crapping bricks.

"Hey, is that-" "Yea it is." "IT'S THE SCOUT!" "Oh shit, the scout?!" "I heard he took on the Red Gringos and wiped out the entire group." "I'm not messin' with that!" "HE AIN'T HUMAN!!!" "Should we get the stuff from the Red's?"

Then the guy who was talking to me spoke up. I suppose that's their leader.

"HEY!!! Quit bein' a bunch of little sissies and give this bastard what's coming to him!"

Half of them ran off. But the other half stood their ground.

"A-are ya sure boss?" "He wiped out gangs all over New York. For god's sake look at his eyes. They're piercing mine!"

"Then this will be his last raid! GET HIM!!!"

Without another word, the five men were charging at me. Biggest mistake of their lives.

I took out my signature iron bat and my Uzi that I got from my last raid. It's not like I look for a raid. They just happen to be asking for it.

One guy was charging at me with a crowbar. Too easy. I hit it with my bat, knocking it out of his hand. Then I hit him on the top of his head. I grabbed his body and used it as a shield for the next guy coming in with a sub-machine gun. He hesitated long enough for me to aim down and fire at his leg within a second. Another was coming from behind with a wooden bat. I threw my knocked out shield at him taking him off guard. then I hit him with my bat. Then two guys were coming from the roof. That is always a mistake. I moved a nearby trash to their landing spot, making them land in the smelly cushion.

Then I had a gun at my head.

"Stop right there, cowboy."

It was their leader. Forgot about him.

"Oh, don't worry. But I wouldn't pull the trigger if I were you."

My Uzi was already aiming at his stomach.

"... Oh please, I've never heard you kill a man, you won't do it."

"You're right. Silly me." I aimed lower to a more "valuable" spot.

"... Hold up. We can work this out. How's bout you don't come back and I let you go."

I thought for a moment. "... Fine by me. That's all I wanted."

I began walking. Then I heard something. "IN YOUR DREAMS, BITCH!!!"

He fired a bullet while I blocked a bullet with my iron bat. Then I turned around and fired at his arms and legs. He fell to the floor, wreathing in pain.

I walked up to him and pulled him up by his hair.

"Do you have any idea how many people has tried that?"

He just laid there silently.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I got places to be."

I attached a note to his back as he fell limp, knocked out by the pain. I made it to one of the rooftops as a policeman arrived at the scene. He inspected every inch of the place, finding body after body. Then he found the note.

Dear reader, if you are not the police, then get outta there before someone suspects you did this. Dear policeman, if you are reading this, then you got another mess on your hands. Don't worry. They all tried to kill me. It was fair enough that I disabled one or two. Self-defense. Oh, and if you're still going on about me joining the force, you can still forget it. I like wandering around without a leash.

Yours truly...

The policeman looked up on the rooftops, but I was already gone. He called more cops to arrest the group.

... Otori Inozuka.

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Yup. That's me, Otori Inozuka. But out here on the streets of New York, the gangs know me by "The scout." I don't know why, though. Anyways, while the thugs know me as scout, the police call me a vigilante. I always seem to be catching all the baddies for them. They say I "operate just like a police chief." But I'm just protecting myself. I never really kill anyone. If anything I make them immobile.

Speaking of which, I think I should tell you about my weapons. Whenever I attack a gang, I always take their weapons and ammo. If I like another weapon, I replace it with the one I currently have. I'm better at using sub-machine guns. Light, concealable, and has rapid fire. The best thing a guy can have. But one weapon that I will take to my grave is ol' babe ruth., my iron bat. I took it with me when I ran away from home at the age of 10. This here bat was what kept me alive all these years. I'm 21.

But enough of that. I bet you're dying to know what I look like. I mean, this is a story. God knows what you think I look like. I'm a fairly tall guy. Dark red hair, brown eyes, and overall dream boy for all the ladies. Too bad I don't have the time to hang out with any of them. If there is one thing everyone notices about me, I wear a suit and tie. I look like a freaking agent. Too bad no one I beat up has any sunglasses. One would think so, huh?

Overall, if there is one term to describe me...

It's that I'm pretty f*ckin' awesome.

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Part 3: No Mercy To Anyone; Otori

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I was walking along, not minding the huge crowds, swinging along my bat.

All of a sudden, I see a man talking to a lady.

"Who the hell was that man?!"

"I'm telling you, he's just a friend!" The lady was on the verge of tears.

"I don't give a rat's ass who that was! Why the hell were his lips touching yours?!"

"I'm sorry, but it wasn't what it looked like!!!"

"Then what the hell was it then?!"

"I... I... I'm sorry!!!"

I would originally ignore it. But then the man slapped the girl.

"Dammit, I don't care how sorry you are, bitch!!!"

The woman couldn't speak. She was choked on her tears.

"ANSWER ME, YOU WHORE-"

"I think you've done enough damage."

I interrupted him.

"Who the hell are you? Don't you see I'm talking to a two timing bitch right now?"

"Yes, I can. But bitch doesn't deserve to be slapped across the face."

"Oh yea? I'll give you what you deserve!"

He pulled out a switch-blade knife. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it so hard that he dropped the knife.

The woman spoke. "Barry... why..."

"Why do you think?! I was gonna kill a bitch today!!!"

I gave a chop to his neck. He dropped unconscious.

"... Barry..."

"Relax. He's only knocked out."

I picked up the knife.

"Hmm... this will do very fine in my arsenal."

The woman slowly stood up.

"I... I don't understand how he..."

"What happened."

"Well, I was going to a friends house-"

"Liar. I learned how to tell if someone was lying."

"... o... okay. He was my..."

"Other man?"

"..."

"Proceed."

"Well, we were having a good time. Then, things led to another and we just made out. Then suddenly, Barry comes in out of nowhere into the house, even though I told him to pick me up 2 hours later."

I searched Barry's body. I felt something in his pocket. I pulled it out to reveal a music box.

"That's... the music box I always wanted..."

I read the note aloud that was attached to it.

"To Linda: this is what I saved up for. I got you this. I know how much you wanted it. Happy anniversary. Barry."

At this point the girl remained silent.

"He did this for you and you do this to him. Of course he would try to kill you. His emotional stress was forcing him to do it. People like you..."

I threw the box in the air.

"... make me sick to my stomach."

I smashed the box. The girl began crying.

"It's best on all of us that you go. I'll make this man rest in peace. If you don't go... You're going out too."

The woman ran for her life. I shot a wall. I could hear the woman crying hard.

I woke the man.

"Hmm... what...? You-"

"Calm down. You're safe. I didn't intend on making you suffer."

"Ugh... Where's Linda?"

"That's the thing. She's the one I wanted to make suffer. I saw that music box. It was for her, wasn't it."

"... it was... just destroy it! I don't want to see it again!" The man shed a tear.

"I already did. don't worry about payback. I convinced her that I shot you. She'll be living in grief for the rest of her life."

"... I... can't... but what... what if she was right?"

"I'm sorry... but you were right about your suspicions."

"... I'm gonna go home."

He began walking away.

"Hey." I cried out.

He stopped. I walked over to him and handed him two hundred dollars.

"Those were one of the expensive ones, right? Take it. I have so much I don't even know what to do with it."

I walked away.

"And don't kill anyone either. It's over. The grief will do it all for you. On her and her 'friend.'"

I walked away.

I don't show any mercy. Not to anyone.

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Alright guys, leave a comment, critique, of PM and I'll get to it. Next issue comes out tomorrow.

Alright guys, like I previously said in Peripheral Illusion, I will not be doing these on a daily basis any longer. There is simply too much going on to continuously plan for the next part. However, I will not die until every part has been made! I will proceed to entertain you loyal readers and for that I thank you. Now then, let's introduce a new character, shall we?

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This is the Life!; ???

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Ah, this is great. Just a nice day here in New 'ork. I was putting on my signature tuxedo for a trip to the place where everyone loves me: the casino.

I am called by many names. Unfortunately the one I'm most famous for isn't even my own name. I am famous for the title of Diablo Primera. If you don't know Spanish, then it's time to learn. It means 'The First Devil.' But then if people want to say it in English, it somehow turns into the 'First Succubus.' Anyways, like my name states, I am one and the first of the two devils of the casino. The other is my friend, Frank. He never really was a partier. And the funny thing is, he works there as a card dealer. Then I came around. I sparked an important flame in him. He used to have a shell? Well now that shell split more wide open than a freaking watermelon.

Anyways, what do I look like? Tall, shoulder-length messy white hair, golden eyes, tuxedo, in shape... basically, a fangirl's dream. Frank is called Diablo Segundo for a reason. He has black hair the same length as mine, only more organized. He wears glasses, which really attracts those kind of women. I am a wild guy. But he keeps a calm head, opposite to mine. But then we party our asses off when the karaoke machine comes out. Oh, yea. We sing, we dance, and we bring out the animals in the women, whether they're crazy for me or having a hell of a good time with their couples. Yes sir, we are 'The Devils of the Casino.'

Alrighty then... it's show time! I walked in, and all of a sudden, everyone was cheering my entrance.

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