Fiction:Realities Altered/Dysnomia/Incognito

"The mirror cracks. More faces. More...imbalances."

- Incognito

Episode 1
I suppose I should start from the beginning.

People say that in one time, Andromeda was a galaxy that had so many powers that used to govern the entire universe. And then something happened to it that caused society to collapse. You could say I was born into a world without a concept of society or order. People crave order and subjugation, and others crave a horrific truth - anarchy, where there is no differentiation between the rich and poor, the good and evil and those make the laws or break them. As for me, none of those prospects are ideal. Anarchy exists, but not in the way that it sounds excellent on paper.

Society strives for survivors. It strives for those who have the physical capability and for those who have mental capability to match. Those to fight and defeat the demonic forces and the Corporation and the Syndicate, and let's not forget the Grand Inquisition. Heh. Who is the good guy in this world, and who's the bad guy? History dictates that the Dominion are the bad guys, but the way society dictates it, the game for power is nothing but the lesser of the two, nay four, evils.

And where do I come in? I suppose I fill in the gap in society. People get by. But what is 'getting by'? Conforming? Resisting? I do neither. I neither conform nor resist. Do you know why? Because there is nothing to conform to. Nothing to resist. You could say...I fill in the gap by removing those little nuisances that society creates.

In the most umbrella term, I kill people as a coping mechanism. I will not deny that killing is killing. I've killed men, women, children, old people, animals...transsexuals, hermaphrodites, law abiding citizens, killers, serial rapists, and so on and so forth. I suppose I've had my experience in experiencing. For what goal? Catharsis, you may assume. A Catharsis is a purification of one's soul. Am I a pure soul? Yes and no. No, for I kill. Yes...for the same reason. I kill because those who taint the status quo are there to die. My argument is, what is their purpose? I know mine well enough.

And then you ask, what do I do to single out my victims? You could say it's a spur of the moment, or a god-given gift to snuff out any annoyance that comes my way.

How do I kill? That is more of an elaborate question. What matters is when they die and how long it will take to clear the mess.

And what do I do after they're dead? That...is a conversation for another time. Let's just say I have my with communicating with the dead.

I suppose you wonder whether I am insane or not. There is a concept behind this man. You may see me, in the flesh, I may even smile and shake your hand. You may feel warmth, and my skin come into contact with yours. You may feel my breath against your cheek, and you may hear my words come out of my mouth. But listen to me when I say this. I am not in that body. This concept is bigger than man. It is a concept that without society, is nothing.

Call me evil. I'm a necessary evil. Call me insane. I'm beyond the moral compass. But for your sake, call me Incognito. The name doesn't mean anything, and nor do I.