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((Long intro post is long...))

The Lieutenant

Staring at the carnage
Praying that the Sun would never rise
Living another day in disguise
These feelings can't be right...

The Lieutenant, who nowadays went by Andrew McClain, but usually just Lieutenant, walked the streets. It was nearly dark, and any stand that hadn't packed up already were getting ready and leaving. Nobody wanted to be out after dark. He grunted, knowing that could only mean this place was filthy and packed with thieves and muggers. Not that he had anything on him worth taking; his old pistol, an old M1911 he'd gotten back in World War I. The damn thing was ancient, hadn't been fired in ages. He didn't know if it would even shoot anymore. But the weight was comforting as far as protection went... Despite that it was simultaneously a reminder of everything he'd seen and been through. More than any human could say, and even more than a lot of other things could say. Being almost two thousand years old did that to a guy.

He walked slowly down the dark street, lamps not yet turned on. He swore he saw movement in the alleys, but put the blame on an old soldier's paranoia. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kept going, grumbling to himself. "I'm going crazy," he swore to himself, sighing as he looked up at the night sky. It was beautiful. There had been a long while where people had been trying to convince him that up there, past the stars, was a magical bearded man in the sky who granted wishes. He'd scoffed at the idea then, and did now as well. The only thing beyond the stars was more stars. He chuckled at the memory; when he'd admitted to not believing, refusing to believe, they'd attacked him. People had come a long way, in terms of civility.

"Hey, little b***h. Why don't you slow down?" Looks like he'd spoken, or rather thought, too soon. "I just want to chat a little, I won't hurt ya... Much..." A gruff voice came from behind him. He turned slowly, frowning. Even in the darkness, he could make out most of what his attacker looked like. About his height, but a lot wider; the man must have been twice his weight. A thick beard came down almost four inches, reddish orange in color with an unnatural streak of black down the middle. The chubby face had all sorts of awkward tattoos across it, and his eyebrows had strange little rows shaved out of them. This wasn't a face the Lieutenant would soon be forgetting.

"Easy, guy." He muttered calmly, raising his hands. "I don't want any trouble."

"Don't want any trouble, huh? I'll bet you're a f*****g honor student. So f*****g cooperative," the man grunted, laughing. "Alright. You don't want trouble? Cool. Hand over everything you've got. All of it. Now."

"I don't have anything, man. Just... Leave me alone, alright? I have nothing, not a damn thing." He sighed, knowing the man wouldn't buy it. Even if it was the truth.

"Bulls**t, man! I can smell the godd****d cash on you!" The man shouted, stepping towards him, tearing a gun from his pocket. "Give me all your s***t, now! No more Mr. nice guy!"

The second the man had drawn his gun, Andrew knew where this was going. He sighed, lowering his hands. "It's guys like you," he muttered, shaking his head. "You know how long it's been, how long I've waited, for people like you to stop existing? But you keep popping up. Everywhere. So... Persistent. Annoying."

The man stood dumbstruck for a moment at his lack of fear, shoving the gun literally in his face. "D**n it, man! Drop your money and stuff! Quit blathering about weird s**t and give me your stuff!"

In a second, McClain had grabbed the gun and yanked behind him, pulling the man's face into the Lieutenant's fist, which was traveling the other direction. It was a two hit fight; he hit him, the man hit the ground. Andrew turned to walk away, and heard the familiar crack, felt the telltale tingling in his back that spread, grew like a fire inside him. He fell to the ground, a puddle of blood forming around him. His abdomen had been torn all to hell- a hollow-point bullet. "Not again," the Lieutenant muttered, frowning as he grabbed his midsection. God, it hurt. It was all he could do to not write in agony, the pain seeping through every pore in his body. The man was up again, ranting on and on about how big of a moron McClain was. he wasn't listening anymore, already losing his vision and hearing. He could see just enough to make out the business end of a pistol right in his face.

"Son of a b***h."

He heard a faint echo of the "BLAM" that had ended his life, before realizing it was morning. He was still fully clothed, had his pistol still on him, ammo and all. Nothing had been pilfered. Why hadn't he just shot the guy? "Because I don't kill people," he muttered to himself, grunting. "Not anymore."

He stood, drawing in a fresh breath of morning air. Cracking his knuckles, he observed the area he'd just been laying in. The man had stepped in his blood, leaving a trail. "Well," the Lieutenant muttered, popping his neck audibly. "Time to kick some lowlife a**."

Fight for honor
Fight for your life
Pray to your God that our side is right
A murderer walks these streets tonight...

Dr. Horrible: he starts singing his song he used too sing when he was in the priveous war he had fought in and one he was actuely a Dr. In "This appeared as a moral dilemma Cause at first it was weird though I swore to eliminate
The worst of the plague that devoured humanity
It’s true I was vague on the ‘How’ so how can it be that you have shown me the light?..." he gets up and walks around paceing back and forth."were is he? This is going to mess up my plans "

Dr. Horrible: he sttoped paceing and stared at Lt. He acsedently pointed his frezze ray at Lt.'s face "about time you kept me wateing for years!" he looked around like he was hideing from something or someone. "next time you go in guns blazing and say your coming back here in a second I'm not wateing..." he was a couple inches from Lt.'s face "you don't remember who I am do you? Sigh... Does nothing go my way ever..."

Dr.Horrible: he started laugthing "I was in all of them." he scratched the back of his head. "well for me it happend onlly a week ago" he sighed and then sttarted laugthing again "Lt. It's Dr.Horrible! but I think after the second world war I was premiered to commander." he leaned against the alleyway wall .

Dr.horrible: he sighed "you can't even remember your old friend..." he sat down on the grownd and leaned back agents the wall "let's see we destroyed an enemy bace together single handedly, oh we also both had a crush on the same girl in london, then we both joined the air force and flew fighter plaines. I swear you got gunned down more then once. Another one is when our squad or friends Lucy, petter, and Eon took one of the hornets(type of helicopter) and whent too a bar! Command was furious with us until Eon gave them the puppy dog face. Hahahahahah!" he sighed "I remember you leaving with a girl or something. I remember saying 'lucky bastered gets all the girls I swear it's the gun and hair he has.' then I remember the place being bombed... Petter and Lucy died they never did find Eon. I guss I was one of the lucky ones. A ceiling fell on me and I got impaled on a rusty steal pipe. Dame just thinking about it hurts. That's when people started calling me Docter Horrible. I used to just be Luke the Rookie piolet." he sighed while reminiscing about the good old days