Author's Note

First and Foremost:

I'm Back BITCHES!!!

After settling in my new place, one of my first priorities was to get back internet as soon as possible. Took me a few days, but I did it and once again it's unlimited. I want to thank each and every one of you for being patient with me on that front. So without further adieu, on with the next chapter.

Picking up where part 2 left off, S.T. decided to teach the Rape Robbers a lesson in manners. He swooped down and faced them. There were three of them. Also in ski masks and black suits. Varying height and weight with the leader being the tallest and more well built of the group. He stares down S.T., with murder on his mind.

Rape Robber Leader: Who the fuck are you supposed to be.

S.T.: Your worst nightmare. Normally in a fight like this, it's smart to take on the biggest and toughest of you three. It's an old cliched means of intimidation. However, because I really want to take my time with you for what you did to that girl, I'm saving you for last.

Rape Robber Leader: You're short, heavyset and I can literally see your bulge and nipples through that shitty outfit of yours. This is gonna be quick. GET HIM!!

The two thugs try to rush S.T., but with quick thinking and timing he dodges their attacks. Sending one to the wall and the other to the ground. He then stares back at the leader. With murder on his own mind. The leader grabs him and smashes him against the wall, punching and kicking him until he spat blood. S.T. taking deep breaths to keep his mind off the pain.

Rape Robber Leader: Lost your wind already hero?

S.T.: No, but you're getting tired. I guess all that time you wasted chasing her, took what's left of your strength.

In two moves. S.T. then kicks the leader in the kneecap and trips him on the ground. The leader landing face up. S.T. then gives him one good stomp on the groin. Causing him to scream so loud the entire city could hear.

Rape Robber Leader: Heroes don't fight dirty. What are you-

S.T. Stomps on his groin again.

S.T.: I'm not that kind of hero.

No matter how much the leader begged, pleaded and screamed, S.T. continued stomping on his groin until it was nothing but mush. The leader lost consciousness afterwards. Once the rush of taking down his first bad guys wore off, he realized he did all that in front of a teenager. Whom has been sitting in the fetal position the whole time. Scared out of her wits. He turns to her.

S.T.: Are you ok?

School Girl: Please don't hurt me!!!

S.T.: I'm not here to-

School Girl: Just leave me alone.

S.T.: Ok then, but you better get home before your parents worry.

Without a word, S.T. turns to leave and walks home.

The bruises and cuts on him as well as the copious amount of blood, didn't bother him so much. But the fact that the person he tried to help, ended up being just as scared of him as she was of the others, felt like a long jagged knife piercing through his heart.

S.T.: This is nothing like the movies and comics. Usually someone swooping in to save the day would be met with praise or gratitude. It couldn't have been the violence. Even the most well to do hero gets their hands dirty. What was it?

It was then he looked in the mirror, still in his suit that he got his answer.

S.T.: Damn. They were wearing the same thing I was. She probably thought I was one of them. I only wore this to hide my identity, not be on their level. I have to look like someone the guilty fears, but the innocent trusts, but how?

A knock is on his door, Shane unmasks and answers it. A young woman in indigo robes is on the other side of it.

Young Priestess: Forgive my intrusion. Are you Shane by any chance?

Shane: Who wants to know?

While Shane is wary of this young stranger, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her appearance. As if the colour of her robe and her soft voice had a natural allure to it.

Young Priestess: I am part of a secret order who is tasked with peering into the bounds of space and time to see where humanity will eventually go. We have been watching you for quite a while including your heroics with that poor child.

Shane: I don't know what you're talking about. You must have me confused with someone else. I'm not a hero.

Young Priestess: No, I'm certain I met the right person. That being said, you're a terrible liar. You still have their blood on their clothes.

Shane looks down, embarrassed with himself.

Shane: Ok, you got me. What do you want from me.

Young Priestess: Our temple is 15 blocks away, but take a hold of my robe and you'll get there quicker than a car.

Shane was skeptical at first, but did as she said. Before he knew it, he was in the centre of their temple surrounded by the other members. Each one with their own unique reaction to this.

Young Monk: This is who the fate of humanity relies on? He's too stupid and violent. There is no way we can take him seriously.

Shane: Well fuck you too.

Old Priestess: Such barbaric language. Our ancestors must have made a mistake, they have been wrong before.

Shane: Look you old, Raven Roth wannabe Battleaxe, I didn't ask to be here, you all brought me here. I'll help out anyway I can, but I am at least entitled to know what the hell is going on.

Head Abbot: As rude and vulgar as he is, he does raise a point, we can't just throw him out if he has no idea what's at stake first. Young man, are you aware of the existence of pure evil?

Shane: Did Alice Cooper gain his public image by throwing a chicken into the crowd?

Head Abbot: I am unfamiliar with what you mean.

Young Priestess: He's referring to an incident in a Toronto Concert in which famed Rock and Roll singer Alice Cooper was thrown a live chicken on stage. He in turn threw said chicken back and the audience proceeded to tear it apart. This was the event that allowed Alice Cooper the fame and infamy of being a dark rockstar despite being a nice guy in real life. So in short, he said yes.

Head Abbot: I see. Well, anyway, not too long before your....first foray into freeing the female from the fearful felonious, faceless freaks....

Young Priestess: *Whispering* He's talking about your night with those rape robbers.

Shane: I heard him the first time.

Head Abbot: We received a message from the spirits of our ancestors, stating that a great evil is coming to this world and that only a dark, but righteous soul can stop it.

Old Priestess: Bear in mind, peasant, that we made a solemn vow to remain neutral. To let the world run it's course and merely observe and document the goings on.

Young Monk: They insisted that we break our neutrality just this once, to train this dark saviour. Something they never once asked before.

Young Priestess: While some are skeptical here, some of us believe that you Shane are that dark saviour. It wasn't your violence that brought us to you, that merely comes with the territory. It was the feeling of regret that you didn't do enough to make your save feel more safer and more trusting of you. Some of the best heroes always show concern for the people they save otherwise what is the point of fighting for them?

Shane: So let me get this straight, You think I'm some chosen hero that is destined to save the world......ok. Sign me up.

Young Monk: Just like that? Strange, he's not like the others. They never once believed in the prophecy.

Old Priestess: This one is different indeed. Why do you believe us so easily.

Shane: I've lived in this world for a long time and seen many strange things, so the supernatural element to this task, comes at no surprise to me. The world is too fucked up to be based only in science alone. But that's not the only reason. The image I see before me, the indigo. That spiritual colour seems to draw me in. I believe it to be the answer to a problem I had. See, before I thought it'd be simple. Beat up bad guys, save the innocent. Rinse and repeat, however after seeing that poor kid scared of me, I felt that maybe I needed an image that would strike fear into the hearts of evil, while giving those who done no wrong, a face they can trust. With your permission I would like to use your image as my uniform.

The members talked amongst themselves. It wasn't a long conversation.

Head Abbot: Only on the condition that you do it in a way that it doesn't trace back to us. If word got around that we dropped our neutrality even just this once, we'd be destroyed. We will also have to train you in our ways of spirituality. To balance out your combative nature.

Without a word, Shane bowed to them in respect.

Days go by spent between training and fine tuning his costume. Shane began to lose weight, but gain muscle as well as open his mind more. By the time he was done, he stepped out of the temple, dressed in indigo robes covering a crimson red undersuit. Balancing his combative nature with his newly formed spirituality.

Three more members of the Rape Robbers gang assault the same schoolgirl in the same alleyway. However they're not looking for her money or her body.

Rape Robber Underboss: Where is the fuckhead in black that castrated our leader with his foot?

Schoolgirl: I thought he was one of you!!!

S.T.: He's right here.

S.T. swoops down between the three with them backing up. S.T. is more calmer this time, less snarky, but speaks in a tone that seems to show a hidden rage.

S.T.: And if you don't leave this instant I'm gonna use my hands this time on you.

The other two backed away running, leaving the underboss alone with him. He takes a swing at S.T. S.T. then ducks his punch, gets down on one knee and proceeds to systematically strike the assailants groin. With a series of punches that look quite similar to that of a standard punching drill in a karate class. The school girl looked on in shock. Not just from the punches, but the fact that the underboss is still standing and taking them with a look of pained horror on his face. She almost felt sorry for the guy. After S.T. was done, he simply lightly shoved the Underboss, causing him to collapse. He turns around still keeping his demeanour up.

S.T.: I suggest you find a better shortcut. This is twice I caught you here and twice I had to save your ass. Go home to your mother and ask her to drive you from here on.

Schoolgirl: Yes sir......thank you.

The schoolgirl runs off and S.T. drops the scowl for a moment. Smiling at himself.

S.T.: I might make a career out of this after all.

Young Priestess: There is one more thing you need to do. The prophecy also stated that you would find two allies. Diamonds in the rough. One with the spirit of a sly fox. Their fists made of steel and their hearts in the right place. A Harmony of Light if you will.

S.T.: Usually this would be the part where I say "I work alone.", but that didn't last long for Batman. You have my word I'll find these allies.

To be continued.....