Not a Hero, Not a Villain
with the ability to shapeshift into an alter ego, an opposite, Timothy had been shoved aside from his dream of becoming a superhero. I mean, he couldn't fly, he couldn't shoot lasers, hell, he couldn't even lift more than 50 pounds.
but, what he lacked, his opposite, did not.
and despite being thinner than he was normally as a nerdy teenage boy, this form, this girl, was stronger, faster, smarter, and most importantly, darker, than he was.
and where timothy couldn't even swat a fly, this other half, this yang to yin, could not only build her own guns, but had absolutely zero issues using them on people who pissed her off.
translation: Timothy, wasn't a hero.
his alter, Samantha, was a rogue vigilante by the name of, "Bounty Hunter" and everyone was gunning for her head, hero, villain, and police alike, it didn't matter, none of them wanted her to remain on the streets.
not that she cared, in fact, in her own words, "a party aint a party till the shit hits the fan!"
a sentence, most often anyway, shouted at the top of her lungs, just barely audible over the sound of roaring, never ending, belt fed machine gun fire.
so, are you ready to dive headfirst into a tale of twos, a tale of halves and sides, a tale of gray, a tale of neither good, nor evil?
a tale, somewhere in the middle.
