[ WP ] The hero is a complete asshole , and the villain is pretty nice .

The wind was knocked out of me when a solid blur flew out from nowhere and landed a few inches away from where I last stood. 
 
 My ass took the brunt of the impact, but my lower back ached like a little- 
 
 `` Shit, kid. Move!'' I heard a man shout, moving me aside, none too gently might I add, to shove his hand inside the mob I had been too preoccupied to notice. 
 
 Huh. Apparently, fucktard there was famous. 
 
 `` AC! AC! Who were you with-'' 
 
 `` The president personally invited you to-'' 
 
 `` How did you feel when The League-'' 
 
 I could feel a chuckle vibrate in my chest, bubbling like something's funny. I say *feel* because all the buzzing made by the'pests', so I like to call them, makes hearing impossible to be an option. 
 
 That aside, so the fucktard that had me landing on my precious ass was the wonderful superhero next door'AC'. I'd have to disagree with the superhero part, though. 
 
 He saved **one** bank, and did n't even do it by himself, had two other heroes with him, Firewall and Anbo. Even then, they arrived an hour late, when the police had somewhat grasped and were able to maintain a semblance of control in the chaos. Media practically ran over the officers, disregarded them completely, straight to the three superpowered beings doing power displays like performers at a circus, showing off talents to see who would grab the most attention. Of course, the'pests' loved them for it. 
 
 I doubt shit'd change this time'round. Mr. AC of the fucktards over there does n't seem the least bit concerned that there's another bank being robbed or that it's on fire and someone could be trapped inside. 
 
 `` Hey, moron!'' I see a few heads snap my way `` - a bank's on fire and being robbed-'' point to the building obscured by flames and smoke `` -and you're grinning there like a twit while a person could be inside dying from lack of air.'' 
 
 The'pests' mumble amongst themselves, and if the sudden spark of... irritation... anger? in our'hero's eyes were an indication, shit they're saying could be anything but good... at least for AC of the ridiculously tight thights. 
 
 `` Why, of course. I was just getting to that'' he turns to the'pests', giving them his most charming smile `` -I was just making sure that everyone here was safe.'' then he turns his gaze on to me. His plastered smile, for a second, I think morphed into a grin. Now, his face is plastered worry. Like what the fuck? Why- 
 
 Suddenly, I felt nauseous, and was having a hard time breathing. A hand closed around my own, the grip vice-like and cold. 
 
 `` -and it seems I was right to worry'' I hear AC say loudly. The fuck is he doing near me? 
 
 `` Come with me, citizen. I'll take you somewhere safe'' he again says loud enough for everyone to hear. Jeez. 
 
 He takes me to a secluded area, and pushes me down a block of cement. AC crouches infront of me, his face the epitome of concern, and leans in looking to all the world as though checking for injuries `` Next time, I would n't let that pass so easily'' 
 
 Before I could manage a response, he left and flew to the burning bank. 
 
 The fuck crawled up his ass? 
 
 `` Not much of a hero, is he'' 
 
 I think I almost died. The hell is up today, people always getting the jump on me. I looked to the direction where I heard the voice speak, and found a man draped from head to toe in black, even wore shades so I could n't see his eyes. 
 
 `` Here, sweetheart'' he tossed me a brick load of cash `` You never saw me'' then he was gone, as in vanished into the night, blended in with darkness, or whatever shit you can think to call his disappearing act. 
 
 So... 
 
 I got a massive headache and plenty of cash. Could shit get any weirder?
