He looked down upon the town of South Park. Who was he, you ask? He was... The Striker! A hero in the eyes of many; a villain who some people thought he needed to be stopped. Why was he protecting South Park? Hmmn.. oh right! To show them assholes he could do anything. What assholes he might be referring to? ... Too bad you will never know!
He closed his eye to look around his surroundings. There were many reasons why he was called, Striker. One of them was because he could hear anything in the dark and use that to his advantaged. He trained his eyes and ears mostly to see in the darkness. This was the only time he was active. In the night.
He opened his eyes to hear a gunshot. ''Another bank robbery? When will these people learn?'' He jumped down and ran to the bank. He stopped to look at the situation. It seemed one person thought he was big enough to rob a bank. This was too easy.
The bank robber held up a gun. ''No one moves or you'll be dead, just like that woman.'' People were terrified. One man in particular was not. ''We're not scared of you. Striker will come and rescue us.''
The bank robber let lose his hand on the trigger, only for the bullet to go in another direction and him coughing up blood due to a knee in the stomach.
''What the... f..uc..k, happ...end''? Before he fainted.
The Striker in all his glory was right in front of the man. ''I happened.'' He tied the man up to a chair waiting for the cops to arrive. ''Don't worry everyone, he is taken care of.'' The hostages cheered.
Striker hearing a siren knew that the cops appeared. He had to go. Before you knew it, he was out the door and gone.
Sergeant Yates along with several cops came onto the scene. He looked around to see a man tied to a chair. ''What the fuck happened here?'' He asked.
One of the hostages stood up ''It was him. He appeared and dealt with the robber.''
Sergeant Yates gasped. ''What did he look like. Tell me! We need to find him soon.'' Although Sergeant Yates had no problem with him, he had to bring him in for questioning.
The hostages knew if they revealed his identity, he would go to jail. So, one of them lied. ''Sorry sir, he dealt with the robber and left quickly.''
''Damn it!'' Sergeant Yates was pissed. He looked at the man in the chair. ''Boys, bring him in for questioning. We need to know what happened.''
The cops nodded and untied the man, They put hand-cuffs on him and lead him out.
Sergeant Yates sighed ''Who are you, Striker...''
~SCENE CHANGE~
He stood where he was before, eyes still closed, same position, never moving. It like he have never left in the first place. Who he was? His name put fear into many criminals hearts; he was someone who people depended on. ''I am...
Thunder roared upon the town of South Park. Striker!''
The end of chapter 4! Well then, I was wondering if anyone could tell me how to put brackets between the paragraph's and stuff. It would be alot easier.