[ WP ] Tell me the story of a publicly hated hero fighting a much beloved villian

My Name's Tommy and I was living in Chicago when I found out I had a power. I never thought I was special so I don ’ t call myself special, I just have a power. Like all boys I liked comic books, but I was never into the heroes, I always liked the Villains. Superman? Fine, but I'd rather read about General Zod. Batman? Take him or leave him but I thought the Joker was really interesting. Iron Man? I guess, but I always liked The Mandarin the best. I even liked Carnage. Well, at least I liked him more than I liked Spiderman. 
 
 
 Maybe that ’ s why I ended up with the power that I did. I could always see well in the dark but when I was about twenty things started to really get intense. First I could make shapes out of shadows, then I make myself invisible as long as I was in a dark room, then I could make the shadows into something solid. It got to a point where I could make little creatures out of shadows that would do what I needed them too. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t really use it for anything serious until I broke up with my then girlfriend Stephanie. I was out at the bar drinking too much with my friends. We step out to get to our cars and some guy pulls a gun and says “ Give me your money. ” Me being inebriated and somewhat emotionally compromised did the sensible thing, beat him half to death with the darkness on the sidewalk. 
 
 
 This was before people knew about us. If the same thing happened now they would have probably sent me to the nearest prison but At the time my friends said that we all just beat him up and it certainly helped our case when they found heroine in his system. 
 
 
 But then they found out about us, and this one Lawyer named Charles Finch was the first to tell the good people of our town that he has a power too. His was kind of like mine but with Light instead of dark. He could literally brighten up a room, paint pretty pictures with his mind, and eventually create solid objects just like me, but he wasn ’ t quite as good at it as I was. But he was a generous and kind business man so Chicago accepted him for who he is. The only problem is that he was a fucking criminal. Seriously, before we found out he was small time Mafia but after that he became in charge of the goddamn city. There are more people in his pocket than any of the big guys back in the 60s ever had, but everyone loves him because he can make a laser show on the fly. 
 
 
 I also decided to let the world know about me. I was a secretary but hey, maybe it would make me important too. 
 
 
 Of course when someone ’ s power is literally light then everyone loves them. But needless to say I had trouble getting a job when the press had nicknamed me “ the dark Man ” no matter how many times I insisted that I could just make some very convincing shadow puppets. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t find out that Finch was a criminal until he offered me a job. Apparently “ Secretary ” becomes code for “ Hit man ” when you can make the shadow cast by your chair into a baseball bat wrapped in barb wire. So I promptly told him to fuck off unless he needed people to do filling for him. He didn ’ t like that and started sending people to rough me up. First street thugs, then police, then actual hit men. It was then that I got good at using my power as a weapon and sent many people to the emergency room. As long as I was never in a bright place I was never outnumbered, never outgunned, and always had the element of surprise. 
 
 
 I also got really good at being scary. I started rocking the Manson look, bought a lot of leather, got in shape, and got some tattoos. Snakes, Skulls, and stuff like that. The creatures I made started to look demonic. All horns and teeth and spikes like something out of a Revelations or a Clive Barker novel, depending on how I was feeling that day. This one time when he sent a whole bunch of police to my apartment I started blasting Metallica, stood on the roof, and Screamed “ YOU ARE ALL GON NA FUCKING DIE ” as loudly as I could. Most of them ran away and the rest suffered no worse than some fractured limbs and some serious nightmares. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t start killing until He sent the actual hit men. I was fairly sure at that point that he was trying to kill me too but I still tried not to do too much damage. But still, when a guy is at the edge of a tall building with a gun you don ’ t have a lot of options. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t want to kill Finch. I could have kept going forever making scary monsters out of the shadows on the wall at night and hiding out during the day. But then I learned he was going into politics. He shouldn ’ t have been a lawyer, there was no way I could let him become a senator. He was doing very well in the polls and he had murdered all his opponents and blamed it on other special people. 
 
 
 He planned a political rally in broad daylight. He probably thought it would keep him safe and make him look good. Three years ago, maybe. Now no. Did you know that there is a shadow in pockets? Under the soles of your shoes? In the various cracks and wrinkles in a human face? 
 
 He was up on the stand and I made a little bolt of darkness that blew apart his skull like a bullet from a high powered sniper rifle. And that is how I ended up on Americas most wanted list, and that is why I murdered Charles Finch. But let me ask you a question officer. You have no doubt been briefed on what I can do, what on earth made you think it was a good idea to interrogate me in a room with only one light? 

