[i]Tropical Empire Stadium, 6 months ago.[/i]

His scarlet hair fell on his shoulder as they took out the rubberband that was holding his ponytail together, falling on his naked torso, showing every scar, and each of his tattoo, each tatoo signaling a different mark - a different hit the man had succeeded with. Each tattoo resembled a life he had destroyed, either by taking, or by making meaningless. Each of his scars resembled a wound - someone who had gotten close to ending his tyranny, but had failed to finish the job. From gunshots to flames, to frostbites and swords. They tried everything, yet, he had refused to go down.

Till now, that is. It took Six of the Ten tyrants to finally defeat and capture the Crimson Crusader, Xilian Noon. The most feared criminal in all of Tropical City. Nay, in all of Aeris. Without him, the Valorian Vipers would crumble, the authorities promised and the city would be a safer place, all thanks to the Tyrants and by extension, all the other heroes of the world.

As the whole world tuned in, they saw Xilian meet his doom, by the blade of the executioner, cutting his throat with a swift slice. But as he bled out, choking on his own blood, he grinned. [b]"See you soon."[/b] Were his last words.


[H1]A L E X A N D E R  R Y B E R G[/h1]

[i]Angry Alex[/i]


Alex woke up from his evening snooze. He had fallen asleep right after noon, after grabbing two cheeseburgers from the burger joint around the corner. Before that, he had woken up from his morning snooze, since he had woken up from his night rest at nine, and by ten, was resting again. Some would think him to be lazy.

None would say it, though. Since his mood was known to be quite temperamental, and whenever he got mad, things tended to go [i]awry[/i] for everyone else. His phone rang. He picked up, mumbling. "Who the fuck is thi- Oh, hi Wade." He sat up, wiping his eyes. "What's up?".

"Fuck you mean it's late"

"Fuck you mean [i]I'm[/i] late?"

"FUCK DO YOU MEAN THE RED'S ARE GOING IN ON OUR TURF?!" He shouted the last sentence, sitting up, scrambling for his shirt, pulling the black tank top over his torso, looking for his jeans, finding the pair laying on the floor. Putting his leg into one pant, he scurried down the stairs

"I swear to fucking god Wade, if the bar is on fire before I get there, I'm gonna.."

"FUCK YOU, IT'S NOT EMPTY THREATS!" Alex shouted, slamming the phone, as he managed to put on his pants, and his shoes, grabbing his jacket, he headed outside, towards downtown on his moped, honking furiously at everyone in his way.