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"What a tough night..." You breathe out, looking up at the night sky as you lay down. You have been getting into too many fights recently, it was usually just the common thief or some sort of challenge from someone who might recognize you from your Footube channel. Now that the day was over however, you looked forward to a long nap, your eyes would close slowly in drowsiness. "Good night world..."
-later that night-
*THUMP*
"H-huh!?" You would raise to your feet, suddenly wide awake as you heard a thunderous thump against the floor. You would look around, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. Amidst it you see a pair of glowing eyes and with it, a man wearing a trench coat. His face was covered by some sort of metallic mask. He would stand there eerily, breathing gentle as you stared at each other
"Do you need something sir?" You question the tall man, ready to fight if the situation led to it. He would stare at you silently, an intimidating silence between you. He seemed like a threat, and you weren't going to let some strange man attack you in the middle of the night. Raising your fist, you quickly go to punch the tall man in the gut, only for him to move to the side, pushing you away. His reaction was on point but his movements were sloppy. Taking advantage of this you quickly use your momentum to give the tall man a spinning kick to the face, your foot colliding with his metal mask as he is sent backwards into the air. He stands up, his legs shaking as he attempts to kick you only to fall to the floor. You watch in pity as he once again tries to get up, his strength leaving him as his arms loose their strength.
"...Worthless...I have even lost against a common street fighter..." You could hear his tired pants from the mask, his metallic mask hiding whatever real expression he might have.
"I am more than a common street fighter, excuse you," you scoff, kneeling to check on the mysterious man's condition. "Who even are you anyways? Why would you go up to me in the middle of night like this."
"I was trying to access my strength after..." The man would sigh, cutting himself as he sat up. "You can call me Q...I want a rematch when I rest up. I am going to stay here with you...if I am gone by morning, don't be surprised..." Q would look away while laying on the ground, you were unsure if he was actually sleeping or not as his eyes were covered by the mask. You would try to ignore him, sleeping for yourself only to wake up once again in the middle of the night. Q would be trembling in his sleep, you felt bad for him and instead deciding to watch over him as he slept. Hours later and the sun would rise, Q was still fast asleep however.
"Someone needed a powernap," you jest, standing up as you watch the beauty of dawn, shuffling coming near you as Q stands up to join you.
"You are awake..." He faced you as you tried staring at his face, only to be met with the emotionless expression his mask held. You look away, an uncomfortable silence occurring before you finally decided to speak.
"I stood awake to watch over you...you were trembling all fearful, I thought it might be comforting for you to know you were watched over." Q would look down at the floor, unsure of what to say as you tell of your sleepless night and the behaviors he had during his rest.
"...Thank you, citizen of-..." Q would sigh looking away as he paused. "I must be on my way now..." Q would tip his hat, leaping down from the rooftop you stayed upon for the night. You would watch him disappear in the distance, hoping that he would return alright.
-later that night-
Today was rather relaxing, you spent most of your day training. The fight with Q was sadly lackluster but you were hoping that his rematch would be more promising. A man so tall and mysterious like him is bound to have some sort of ace up his sleeve, at least that's what you thought. The sun dropped and you went back to your usual spot up top the rooftop. The stars were beginning to rise, and the sky would turn dark.
"These same stars are always so beautiful...I could look at them forever and ever, if only I had someone to watch them with..." You sighed, thinking out loud as time passed by, you hoped that Q would appear soon. Minutes would turn into hours, and by then you couldn't bring yourself to go asleep, you felt that Q wouldn't lie about his promise...perhaps something was wrong. The thought crossed your mind for a bit, worrying you as you overthought the situation over and over. It was until you finally saw him, in the corner of your eye, pulling himself onto the rooftop as he fell forward to the floor. "Q! Are you alright?" You hurriedly rush towards him, his body was breathing heavily as you pulled him closer.
"...I'm fine...I escaped, I even took down some of their members..." Q would sigh, his words were nonsensical and his strength faded him as he tried to stand up. You quickly catch him, helping him sit down next to you as you feel a cold liquid among your hands. Blood, it was all over him, he was gravely injured, how had he even managed to get here like this?
"We need to get you to a doctor immediately! You'll bleed out like this!" You rush to action, trying to lift him up but he would slip out of your grasps, laying down on the floor once again.
"There's no use...I wanted this..." Q would pant out, blood getting over the rooftop as he holds his stomach to reduce the flow. "I want to go out like this...just please give me one last thing..." You would shake your head, trying to convince him to get to a doctor but to no avail, finally you would listen to his request, hoping that when you did it he would finally listen to you.
"Alright Q...I'll do what you want, tell me what your request is..." Q would hum weakly, it was as if he was trying to sound happy through all the pain. He would reach into his pocket, taking out a key and handing it to you.
"I was able to retrieve this from their base. This key will remove the mask on my head...please, rid me of this trap..." you nod taking the key into your palm as you move forward, quickly examining the mask as you find a keyhole in the back of his mask, along with several latches. You hurriedly remove them, inserting the key into the keyhole. The mask was loosening as you turned the key, golden blonde hair peaking out of the mask as you finally tear it off with all of your might.
A full head of luxurious hair, flowing down back to the mans neck as he weakly stood up, slowly detaching the front of my mask from his head with great force. It was clear that Q was tired and weak, yet he would tear the metal off his face with such great force. It was a primitive show of desperation as you see the man finally break free from his 'shackles'.
"Finally..." His voice hoarsely rang out, turning around as the metallic mask fell from his hands. Golden blonde hair, a golden blonde beard, eyes as blue as the many oceans in the world. You would examine his features over and over again, your eyes finally stopping at the golden streak on his eye.
"Wait a minute...y-you're...G...the world renowned fighter, the self proclaimed president of the world...I watched you years ago...I..." You're expression said it all, complete surprise, it mixed horribly with your already existing dread. You step forward, looking at him again just be sure.
"No..." G sadly shook his head, staring away from you, frowning. "I am no one, not a fighter...nor a president...I am an abomination."
"Don't say that...y-you're a famous man, you were an inspiration to me years ago to becoming a fighter...please G, let's go to the hospital, it's not the time for self pity, you'll be alright okay?" G would shake his head once again, his legs wobbling as he struggled to stand up How could this be? A man with such character? How could he turn into this? "...What happened to you G?"
"I..." He would start, his lips quivering as he tries to turn away, only for you to stand in front of him, putting your hand on his shoulder. "Please G, tell me," you reassure, squeezing his stiff shoulder as he inhales sharply. "They took my power...they took my humanity...All I wanted was global unity and for the world to be one...I am too weak to be a real leader, I let myself get turned into this thing! Into a rampaging brainwashed shell of myself!...I am nothing!" You would watch as G's tall form falls into your arms, his body shivering as he began to sob. You felt his cold blood pool over you, his body sinking into your arms as his strength left him. The sound of his sorrow was present in the air around you as you attempt to hold the sobbing man.
"It's no use...the Illuminati will hunt me down, turn me back into that brainwashed being, they'll use me for whatever operations they might need...my life is futile." G would attempt to push back, his arms limping as tears ran down his face. You would watch in disbelief, how could anyone break the spirit of someone like G? "They will be after me...they'll use me again for their horrific actions...I can't continue like that..."
"Mister President..." You began lowly, watching as G moves away from you and stands up, dropping his hands to his sides in defeat.
"Don't call me that..." He cries out weakly while raising his head, his sad eyes piercing yours. "Give me one last fight. One last fight to part ways with this world, with earth." G states, wiping the tears off his face as he uses the last of his strength to stand tall.
"...Yes sir." You nod, your lips trembling as you raise your fist up. You watch as G moves forward, stumbling towards you, his eyes locked into yours. You would run to him about to strike, but before you can G simply falls to the floor, unable to stand any longer. "G!" You shout out, quickly kneeling beside him as he tilts his head towards you.
"It's a shame I can no longer fight...I'm...dying, aren't I?" You can't bring yourself to the answer the question. "You knew me you said?...back then...I...I had such ambition..." G would cough out blood, some tears falling from his face as he locks eyes with you again. "Leave me here. Leave me here as G, who fought valiantly in his last moments, who served to do good on this planet. If they are hunting me down too, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
"I can't do that!" You cry out, your emotions finally taking over you as you weep over G's dying body, you attempt to pick up him up but G would simply slip out of your arms, you couldn't give up on him, you just couldn't! It was until then that G finally put his hand on your face, wiping away tears with his thumb, his touch was gentle. "I can't give up on you!"
"You can, and you will. I'm President of the world remember?" G would feebly smile at you, his eyes still releasing tears despite his happy expression. "Heed my words, citizen of earth. Leave me here. It...was nice knowing you in this short time... Now, go. I will die unmasked, with my own free will and mind. I will die as my true self..."
"As G..."
"As G..."
His eyes would slowly close, smiling holding on his collapsing body as he finally ceased to move.
Q, no...
G was dead.
You would turn away, running away from the scene, your old heroes final words remaining in your heart.