The Rise Of Drunko, The Crime Fighting Hobo
Who needs Batman, Superman or snickers Aquaman when you can have a hero like Drunko, the hero that society didn't need nor desired :P
It is a small introduction to a large series I'm planning to work on.
It was a day like any day for Joe, the hobo; the sun was shining and the people were not throwing rocks at him this day. Not that they were doing it all the time, but the kids were relentless in their pursuits.
But these days, there were back in school; these little monsters were learning about being proper citizens, while he was strolling in the city, trying to make a living by begging and selling scrap metal.
He couldn't live from it, but he was proud of it; no one was telling him what to do or to do it; there was a beauty in his way of life, one that couldn't be understood unless it was experienced first hand. However, he knew that it was an experience that he would keep for him; not a single soul would be deranged enough to join in...
From the gutters, he was able to see the world pass by; there were so much criminals and evil minded people wandering the streets but no one was trying to stop them. Perhaps he could stop them, clear the streets and make the city beautiful once again, but how could he do such a thing when he was just a simple bum?
All he could do for now was to enjoy the scenery with a good bottle of hooch; searching around, he noticed that his favorite bottle was empty. It was a shame that he couldn't get drunk anymore, but he knew that all good things had an end...
Saddened, he was about to get up and drag himself somewhere else when he saw a bottle lay on the ground; it was the first time he was seeing such a fancy looking bottle. Could it be what the rich people were drinking... or something else?
Without hesitation, he grabbed it, removed the cork with his yellowed teeth and drank half the botte in one gulp. Waiting a moment, expecting to turn blind, he was surprised to feel good, in fact better than usual; could that bottle contain a substance other than wine? He could feel strength course in his veins; this was the answer he was seeking; he could save the city now, for his potential was enough for the job now...
Not so far away, a shop owner was scratching his head as he was looking at his inventory, wondering where a bottle of domestic wine went; perhaps some hooligans grabbed it to have a few drinks...