Saturday 10 March 2012

Cum grano salis

As time passed, Drake learned to get accustomed to his dreams. The dreams always followed the same pattern. They would show the person or people in distress and the person who was hurting them.

All Drake had to do was find the criminal and rain punishment on him. He found a mask to cover his face and he would wear it whenever he would endeavour himself in one of his superhero escapades and this would make him look mythical to the people he saved. Slowly but steadily, he started building up a reputation for himself. Some would call him "The masked Avenger", others "The Unbreakable Punisher", whereas the press would portray him as "The Vigilante in the Black Mask".

Drake did not particularly enjoy the attention he was drawing but he was not detesting it either. He didn't mind really, what the people were saying about him. He was all so satisfied, just as long as he would get a good night's sleep and usually that meant him freeing up a person in need, saving someone's life or crashing a villain's head up against the wall. With him serving justice, the nightmares would stop for a day or two and as soon as they re-appeared, he knew what he had to do.

It was a messy and bloody work but he was Nemesis's sole adversary, so I guess the Goddess of Justice would take this with no complaints.

But at some point, Drake realised that the attention he was drawing, was bound to cause him troubles. And he was soon proven right ...

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