This (short) story is gonna be primarily to explain the backstory of my wRHG Levi Strider. CnC is appreciated but please, no harsh words. Jk I need the criticism, just try not to be too harsh. And yes, I realize No More Heroes is a video game series, but Levi is, at the center, an anti-hero aka, not a good guy...
No More Heroes
Levi blinked his eyes rapidly, flashes of a rusty brown sky appearing and disappearing as he did.
“Explosion… Precursors…” He muttered in pain.
He sat up, holding his stomach, which was stained with blood. Wait, BLOOD?!
He lifted and looked at his hand, which was coated in sticky, red blood. Which was oozing from the wound inflicted by the steel rod thrusted through his gut.
He started to hyperventilate, his breathing becoming more panicked and terrified. He grabbed the end of the pole and yanked, the rod coming out along with another spurt of blood. Levi screamed in pain, followed by more panicked breathing.
He ripped a piece of his shirt and used it patch the wound. As far as he could tell, the pole hadn’t completely gone through, so he wasn’t bleeding anywhere else.
He tried to calm down, slowing his breathing down a bit. He then looked around where he was, and it scared the heck out of him…
He was situated at the top of a cliff, which fell deep into the ocean. Which was, by the way, no longer blue, but a light brown color, highly polluted.
He looked in front of him, at the desolated wasteland that lay before him.
There were rolling hills in the distance, but Levi was in a flat plateau that stretched for a couple of miles.
Except… This… Plateau… Was A… Wasteland…
Levi sat in the remains of what was once a small city…
Ruins of skyscrapers stretched out besides the street he sat in, which ended hanging over a hundred foot drop into the ocean…
He got unsteadily to his feet, making sure to keep the makeshift bandage over his stab wound.
Levi walked down the street, marveling at the ruins.
Stopping every now and then to search through the rubble for anything useful, he made his way to the edge of the city. He held his bandage tight over the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. As he walked into the outskirts of the city, he thought he felt the wound closing already, but that was impossible, a wound like that would take days to heal.
Curiously, he lifted the bandage along with his shirt, examining the wound once again. What he saw shocked him, the wound was completely healed! Not only that, it had already turned into a pale white scar, and even that was fading.
He dropped the bloody piece of cloth on the ground, marveling over his increased healing.
He looked up at the sky, seeing nothing but rusty clouds and grey sky beyond them.
He looked down at the ground, which was made up of black and charred dirt. His mouth remained open while analyzing all of this, out of shock.
What had caused this? Who had done it? Why was he the only one alive?
All of these questions and more flooded into his mind. But… His next thought however, broke him.
Where’s my family?
He fell to his knees, tears rolling down his cheeks as he mourned over the fact that his family was dead. He checked his pockets, scouring for anything from his past. Finding nothing, he screamed curses towards the sky in anger.
Shaking with anger, he got to his feet again. As he did, he felt something fall against his right leg. He looked at his waist, where two steel kunai knives hung, hooked on one of his pants belt loops. He took them off, examining the weapons. Engraved on the blade of both of them was what he remembered as the Chinese symbol for smoke.
He tilted his head at the sight of the symbol. Was it a sign?
Considering he didn’t know what to think of it, he clipped the knives back onto his pants. He looked up, noticing he had made his way to the edge of the plateau where it met the hills.
He ran up the closest one, taking in the sight that was beyond.
Nothing but desolated and decimated land lay in front of him.
He closed his eyes, listening to his thoughts…
What’s to keep from just taking my life and ending it all so I don’t have to endure this hell? He thought. He grabbed a handful of his ash covered shirt in his hand, clenching it tightly. The answer bolted into his mind like a bolt of lightning… He knew what he had to do, find the people who had done this… And his choice became clear...
VENGEANCE!!!
FOR VENGEANCE ALONE, I WILL SURVIVE!!!
