"Octavius Roswald has been found dead. The world has lost a hero, that much is for certain. He was a kind man who was always willing to lend a helping hand when in need. This city scorned him at first, we laughed at his extravagant outfit, and today we mourn his passing. He meant a great deal to us all. He was the guardian of Aequitas, and today our borders don't feel as secure as they had been just the other day."
A few shouts from the crowd demanded the name of the culprit responsible. The man held up his hand to quiet the growing rabble.
"A group identifying themselves as the Cardinal Vice have claimed responsibility for the heinous crime. Our finest officers are hard are work seeing that these rogues will be brought to justice. We can only request the aid of the heroes of this fine city as well. If anyone has any information on the Cardinal Vice organization, we would request you to let our police know. Thank you."
Reporters clamored into their microphones, urging for the mayor of the city to answer their pleas, but Mayor Stanley quickly disappeared behind his burly men outfitted in elegant looking suits and tinted glasses. He loosened his tie and cursed as he descended into the privacy of the street leading to the capitol building.
A loud explosion behind him jarred his thoughts, and soon his security was ushering him quicker to the capitol. He took a look over his shoulder to see a man standing on the stage where he had stood just moments before. He pushed himself free of their strong grip, hollering for them to wait.
The dust settled amidst screams as a tall lanky man slowly came into view. He wore a tall top hat and carried a long slender cane at his hip. A thin beard covered his chin, and his narrow brown eyes were sparkling with delight beneath bushy black eyebrows. He wore a perfectly pressed black pin stripe suit on top of a brilliant blue dress shit and stark white tie. His hands were covered in white gloves, and his shoes were shined to a mirror-like finish.
He waited for the commotion to die down before speaking into the microphones as well.
"Greetings, Aequitas. My name is Gerald Grimsley. Most simply refer to me as Grim. You may call me Sir Grimsley."
He paused, flashing a wide smile to the cameras that showed pearl white teeth and two exceptionally sharp canine teeth.
"I am the founder of the Cardinal Vice. I'm sorry that you all are so affected by the loss of the Legionnaire, but I'm afraid that the old saying of the omelet and the eggs may or may not apply to this particular situation. He wished to make this city whole. Peaceful. Run by caped crusader vigilantes. I would have things a bit differently. It is most unfortunate you were all witness to the warning shot that was fired in the coming war of Aequitas. This, my dear citizens, is phase two."
Shots rang out from the police who were stationed nearby. Sir Grimsley flinched and fell over as the bullets struck him. The crowd stopped in stunned silence. Some chuckled at his cockiness. They soon stopped as the man lifted himself from the stage and dusted off his coat, clearing his throat.
He turned his hardened gaze on the police officer. The man's arm rose against his will until the muzzle of the gun was pressed to his own temple. Without a single moment of hesitation a shot rang out once more and the officer fell down dead.
"Now then. This is a warning to all of you caped menaces who parade yourselves as heroes. This city is no longer yours. We, the Cardinal Vice, will soon control all of Aequitas. I welcome... no... I encourage... you all to stop us."
With that, he kicked over the podium to the street. It splintered to pieces as another explosion rang out, blowing a chunk out of the foundation level of a nearby office building. It gave a resounding creak and wobbled in the gentle winds that surrounded the city. Grimsley vanished as the building rumbled and began to fall to the ground.
Grimsley slid into the open door of a stretch limousine. He stretched his legs out and flipped on the news, watching the building crumble in real time, wondering who would come to save the people trapped inside. He smiled to himself as the driver started the car and Grimsley pulled away, slipping away in the confusion and chaos.
Edited by Valor, 23 March 2011 - 07:08 PM.