by K_R07
The Tank. The billboards call him a savior. In reality, he’s three hundred pounds of corporate-funded narcissism. When a careless street fight leaves Leo's father crushed to death under flying debris, the superhero doesn't even look back. He just flashes a smile for the news drones and flies away, leaving a team of lawyers behind to buy Leo's silence with a non-disclosure agreement. The corporation treats human life like a line-item expense. But an NDA can't clean blood off the pavement. The Tank thinks he’s immortal because bullets flatten against his skin. He’s wrong. Every fortress has a structural flaw, and Leo has nothing left to lose. No powers. No cape. Just a dead father, a tactical mind, and a list of names. If it bleeds, it can die.
Follow the story's audience level and its rate of change.
Current followers
Follower change
Current views
View change
Point to a cell to inspect it.
—
followers in this window
