Hey guys, sorry I got a bit confused with how you add and update chapters. I have the hang of it now so if your reading this, chapter three will be up very shortly. In these next two chapters, we explore the world now after HIM has ruined it essentially, and we go further into the shared cartoon universe. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading.

Update: changed the conversation between Grim and Isaac.

Chapter 2: What he left in his wake

A television news show reports on the scene of the attack at the evacuation area, there a reporter describes the unimaginable sight.

"I'm standing at the explosion site that killed many of the survivors of the Megaville attack, also where one of our reporters and a camera crew were shot dead in cold blood. The once harmless and now malicious Gang-green Gang have been the main suspects of this terrorism, yet their bodies were found amongst the hundreds they had killed. Who did this to them? And should we let this vigilante use this cruel method of justice in this time of need? We asked the Mayor of Townsville this question today at his press conference".

Cutting to the interview, the mayor stood on his overly tall pedestal to comment. "I think that we should let our…um…Miss Bellum?" he queued his secretary.

"Justice System, Mr Mayor" she updated him.

"Ah! That's right! We should let our justice system deal with our criminals, no matter how twisted their actions! We are a democracy! We let our task force and the superheroes deal with the matter respectfully!"

The crowd looked puzzled, a reporter called out in response "but aren't all the heroes dead?!"

"What?! The mayor shouted "all the heroes are dead!? That's it! All criminals will be shot on sight! 5:00 pm curfew! Sentence of all crimes will be death!"

2 years later:

It's 11:00 pm. The Townsville town hall is surrounded by armed guards and razor wire fences, making the outside of the building look somewhat Stalin-ESC. CCTV cameras watch every inch of the building's exterior, except at that particular point in time, they all switched off simultaneously. In the reception room on the very top floor, the mayor aggressively argued with his secretary whilst holding the hair of a local school teacher in front of his office.

"No Miss Bellum!" He screamed "You will not go home! I don't pay you to sleep! I pay you to do as I fucking say!" as he pulled the woman by the hair into his office.

The teacher screamed "Miss Bellum! Please! Help me!"

"I'm-I'm sorry Miss Keen." she responded.

"Damn you!" Miss Keen shouted.

"And lock the door!" the Mayor shouted as he slammed the door to his office.

Miss Bellum sat down at her reception desk and pressed the lock button. She felt fatigued and humiliated, and noticed the glaring eyes of the mayor's armed guards at the room entrance.

"Aww!" the first guard sobbed sarcastically "she looks sad!"

"Maybe she's jealous of that fat-ass school teacher getting a piece of the mayor!" the second guard replied.

"Oh is she?! Don't worry babe! I'll keep ya company!".

Miss Bellum looked away from her harasser as he approached her, unbuckling his belt. Suddenly, they heard a struggle outside the front door. The sound of muffled Gunshots, screams and dropping bodies set the guards into a state of alert.

"Shit! The fuck is going on out there?" the second guard shouted.

"I don't know, pull your damn pants up and get ready!" the other replied.

Miss Bellum hid under the table to hide from whatever was slaughtering the guards outside. The guards readied their trigger fingers and aimed right at the door. As a shadow from underneath the door came into view, the guards started firing into the doorway, hoping whoever was on the other side perished. When their guns went dry, the door crumbled to bits under the weight of the dead body that fell forward.

It was an already dead guard.

"What the fuck?" said the panted guard.

A man came out from around the doorway and entered the room. He wore camouflage pants, a bulletproof vest and a light grey trench coat.

He noticed the two scrambling for magazines on their person, then asked "Overkill?".

With that opportunity the man threw a knife at the guard with the loose belt, impaling him in the shoulder.

"Arrgh!" he shouted as he fell backwards.

The other pulled the empty magazine out but was interrupted by a swift fist to the jaw.

As he recovered from the hit, the guard looked up to see the man digging in his pockets, saying to himself "Dammit! Where is it?!"

The guard put a new mag in while the man was distracted, but couldn't pull the charging handle.

The man pulled out a custom revolver "There you are!" but was met with a gun butt batted across his head.

He didn't fall over however and quickly recovered, grabbed the barrel of the rifle, kicked the guard in the chest hard enough to launch him across the room into the wall. The man tossed the rifle aside and shot the guard in the head, just before the other guard got up and tackled him, sending him back a few feet. He tried to take the pistol from him, not before the man used his free hand to grab the guard by the throat and hold him up in the air, before slamming him into the ground.

"Uurrgh!" The guard shouted in pain.

The man put a bullet in his head, then took in a deep breath. He noticed the curly orange hair poking up from behind the reception desk. As he walked up to it, the head retreated under.

He knocked on the desk and said: "It's okay Miss Bellum, I just need you to open the door".

Her arm protruded up from behind the desk and pointed across the room.

"Th-the mayor is b-busy at the moment, p-please take an n-number and a seat." she stammered.

He grew impatient and said, "Miss Bellum, come out from under there please, I won't repeat myself".

She slowly crawled out from under the desk and sat in her chair, she was shivering in fear.

"Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded.

"I'm not here for that" he replied "I'm here for him. Now please open the door. I know there is an emergency unlock on your desk".

A tear ran down her chin as she pressed the lock release under her desk. The door made an unlatching noise.

"Thank you Miss Bellum." he said, making his way to the door.

"He wasn't always like this you know" Miss Bellum sobbed "He used to be a good man. A sweet, kind little man!"

He sighed and said "That man you once knew doesn't exist anymore. The world you once knew doesn't exist anymore. All the world leaders are divided, they're scared, bunkered up, pointing fingers, and on the brink of war after the collapse. With all the heroes dead there's no one to protect them, to guide them. The only heroes left are now villains. Men like him run the world, and there's only one way to deal with men like that. I'm sorry."

She broke into tears as he raised his leg up, kicked the door in and took aim at the Mayor.

"Stop right there you hooligan!" demanded the Mayor, holding a gun to a beaten and half-naked Miss Keen. "I'll kill her if you try anything!"

The man easily shot the top of the Mayor's head off over Miss Keen's shoulder.

"Aaaaaiiiiee!" She screamed.

He exited the room, walked up to the window and made his way out. He climbed up the fire escape and made it up to the roof. Looking out over Townsville, listening to the sound of rattling fire escapes and police sirens, he said to himself "Well Isaac, you're in the big leagues now."

"Only up from here." Interrupted a deep Jamaican voice from behind him.

"Hey, Reaper. Clean up duty?" he asked.

"It's my job to collect deh souls from all teh dead. Including your victims, Isaac." the Reaper replied.

"On that note. Did you know they were gonna die? Even before you knew I was going to kill them?"

"I know when everyone meets deir end."

"Right! So you know when people are gonna die. And instead of stopping certain, important people from dying, you let it play out, and 'collect'."

"It's not my position to decide who lives and dies."

"Yet you're always there!"

"We've had dis discussion before Isaac. Deh only reason I humour you is because of your ability to see me."

"Why is that?" Isaac asked, "why am I plagued by your company?"

"Maybe try not killing people? I might not show up so often."

"I can't. You know a can't."

"Can't, or won't?"

Isaac kicked a brick out of the Building ledge in anger.

"CAN'T!" he shouted.

The reaper sighed, "Listen, Isaac, I'm not here to argue, I'm here wit a proposition."

"I don't do jobs anymore, and I wouldn't do one for you."

"If you accept, you'll have teh best chance you'll ever get at finding closure."

Isaac looked puzzled, then asked, "What do you mean?".

"Revenge. Dere's a war coming. My kingdom against HIM."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, and if you're up for it, you'll be on teh front line, teh perfect chance to avenge Blossom."

"Huh. There a catch?"

"Mah wife and I have made a contract for you to sign." Grim explained, "It states you'll have to stay in our quarters, obey our orders, and in return, you'll receive accommodation, meals and pay."

"In hell?"

"…yes, but you'll have mostly free roam. Though any insubordinate or violent behaviour will be rewarded wit a burning pain in your very soul"

"You want me to sign my soul away to you?" Isaac asked.

"Just taking precautions Isaac"

"Well, this is me you're talking to." he replied jokingly.

Isaac thought for a few seconds, then said "I've spent years trying to fix the world he ruined, what will killing HIM fix? If he's down there and not up here, then I think I'll take my chances with putting down the bastards running this place into the ground. Plus I prefer to not be subjected to intense periods of pain for doing whatever I want" he said.

Grim felt disappointed, and a little bit surprised by Isaac's decision.

"Well, deh offer stands Isaac. If you change your mind, you'll know how to find me."

"Don't I always, Reaper?"

The Reaper replied "Please, call me Grim…" then changed to a disgruntled tone "…for the fortieth time"

He tore a portal in space with his scythe, walked into it and disappeared.

"…fortieth?" Isaac asked himself "Jesus, I need a break."