The Useless Handbook
Prologue
How do I save you from the things I've been?
I can't deny the past, it's written on my face
How do I save you from the mess you're in
When I can't make you leave this torturous embrace
Emilie Autumn, Save you
Erik Killmonger ruled his life by three basic and elementary principles: break the rules, the end justifies the means, and do not fall in love. Each step brought him closer to his ultimate goal: to destroy those who took everything away from him. And what happens with the rest of the world? He used to tell himself that he also do it for them. When the time comes He will use all the power and resources that Wakanda could provide for the people's liberation, but deep down, he knew he did not care that much.
Breaking the rules? He was a natural for those matters. That was the reason He had discovered his father's treasures, his ideals, his true origin, and it allowed him to know that it was them who killed his dad and left him to his fate. And since then breaking others schemes became his personal flag, as well as becoming the smartest and strongest man of each team He had belonged in. And if they challenged him or tried to make fun of him, He was more than happy to humiliate them on their own terms. And what better way to fuck the system than by infiltrating their privileged security team? To become the most lethal ghost, capable of scaring the most experienced guys of the group.
The end justifies the means? He learned that when He was just a child, his beloved uncle and Wakanda taught it to him first-hand, and he memorized it quickly. So He soon realized that in order to obtain what He needed, it was essential to twist the ways to his advantage. He played half-truths games, He learned to lie looking right into people's eyes, and He betrayed his allies and became even closer with his enemies. Murdering became a sport, so breaking hearts, literally and metaphorically, was as easy as breathing, which led him to his third law.
Not falling in love - the simplest of all. Erick doesn't want to love women; He never had in his plans a happy family, because such a picture never happens in reality, at least not for him. He just wanted to have them and mark them, so they would not forget that He was the best in everything, and if He could get something else from them, such as access to confidential information, then He would make a little bit of effort, just lies, tricks and then He discarded them. It was so easy and effective, owning for fun and pleasure.
All of his rules were followed with precise dedication in order to kill T'Challa. Every day He proved to himself that He was better than him, and there would be no more pleasant death than his. And then, all of the sudden, He met her, the exception to the only rule that He never thought He would break.
Author's Note: after watching Black Panther, I was completely amazed and captivated with this Marvel saga. So I decided to put my grain of sand in order to make this community bigger :) My apologies if I made a lot of grammar's mistake, English is certainly not my first language! The fanfic title is based on a homonym song (Manual sin instrucciones in spanish) of V for Volume. Thank you so much for reading!