He woke up slowly, starting to regain consciousness but not movement. [i]Why can't I move?[/i] The only thought to pop into his head, his eyes forced open and he found himself laying on top of a fallen building. He looked down at is chest to find the culprit, an adolescent German Shepherd was laying on his chest. Naturally he would just shove the beast off but he felt a strong connection to this being. [i]Could you please get up?[/i] Almost as if reading his thoughts, the dog got off and sat beside him. He stood up and looked around, the only thing near him was the beast and a backpack. He walked over to the backpack and put it on, thinking that he would have time to investigate the contents later. He looked out around the town that surrounded the building and saw three groups. Two were getting into a fight it appeared, one who had killed and five who wanted vengeance. [i]Typically due to the state this world is in, but where is this? And who am I?[/i]

[b][i]You are The Judge[/i][/b]

A voice rang loud and clear in his head. [i]The Judge, but what does that mean?[/i] Judge, apparently, looked down at the last group, one man who had killed and was heading towards the other two. [i]Oh great, two pole-wielding murderers.[/i] Judge looked back towards the fight. He watched as the murderer had a black energy surge towards him, and then he looked back towards the five.

[b][i]They need to be judged[/i][/b]

[i]Them!? But their the good guys, right? Or perhaps all of those people down there require judgement.[/i] Judge carefully found his way off the building and headed towards the sounds. "Come on Beast." [i]What was that? Did sounds just come from my mouth? They call this talking don't they?[/i] At his words, the dog found it's way to his side. "Well then, I guess your name is Beast. Let's go then." Judge carried on towards the fight, slowing fading in and out of existence. He was not aware of his slight jumps here and there but Beast got confused every now and then. 

"Hey, you! Give me your bag!"

Another voice, this time not coming from his head but from nearby, called to him from his side. [i]Oh great, just what I needed.[/i] Judge turned around and saw a man holding a pistol and standing in front of his son. Judge walked closer to them and faded out, provoking a shot that went right through his faded form, he reappeared in front of the man and quickly knocked the pistol out of his hand. Judge grabbed the man by his head and threw him against the ground. He stepped over the father and raised his foot over his head. A voice that was not his own came from within him, [b]"You have been judged by truth and have been found guilty. Your judgement... is Death.[/b] Just as his foot was about to crush the man's skull, Judge regained control of himself. "But you shall be spared for the sake of this innocent child." Judge walked off, grabbing the pistol off the ground. [i]This should prove useful, I wonder how many bullets are in.... One Freaking Bullet! My Gods! Ugh, I better make it count then.[/i]