Imperfect

by KamiyaItsuno

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Adventure
Length: 1012

A diamond dog vigilante roams Equestria

Quick note: The bold text in the first chapter is the main character narrating

This is a story of a land, a land that hates imperfection, and a vigilante who sees the lands own imperfection, and fights it, despite the lands hatred for him.

This story is highly inspired by the movie/comic book "V for Vendetta" and if you did not like that, then I won't recommend reading this.

The rest of the main cast (main 6 ponies) will appear as the story progresses.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-20 20:34:04 UTC

The vigilante's story

My name is Joseph, my kind is often frowned upon, we are viewed by ‘them’ as monsters, ‘they’ see us as creatures of petty thievery and greed. ‘They’ are perfect, peaceful, intelligent, ruled by a beautiful sun goddess, while we are disorganized, violent, moronic abominations, ruled by nothing but our own personal desires. I personally see ‘them’ committing crimes upon one another all the time, but I am not surprised, as I do not believe in perfection, I believe in one thing, justice.

The humanoid dog stood from the roof of a building in the rich and elegant streets of Canterlot, his eyes scanning the area like that of a falcons.

He was dressed in a black suit, with a rapier sheathed on his belt, two revolvers, loaded., and a line of throwing knives..

I am what is often referred to by these creatures as a ‘Diamond dog’, little do they know I am nothing more than a werewolf.  I am often hated by them, they have called me many names, none of which hurt, but all of which were biased.

As the hound climbed down the building, he did not notice the royal archers at the ready, he did not notice how they aimed at him, planning to strike him down.

He did a graceful backflip off the wall as the arrows barely missed.  Almost a split second after an arrow flew right next to his face, he quickly pulled a dagger out and threw it straight at the guard.

I am wanted dead, for being on what they believe is their turf.

As he killed the guard, he noticed a robbery happening. He immediately jumped down and kicked the offender in the face.

"I am sorry, but I cannot allow your kind to be imperfect.", He said before a group of three thugs surrounded him.

“Because if it is, then they have no reason to prosecute me for the crimes of imperfection I have committed." He said as he punched the second thug straight in the face, a near fatal blow.

The third thug came out with an axe, sharpened and ready to kill. The dog merely shrugged and then shot it in the face, not ready to bother swordplay with such an indecent criminal, of who's crime was something as low as petty thievery.

He looked at the robbery victim, and held a paw out to help.

I shall not die in vain, as the deeds I have done have made a noise louder than any protest or cease towards. I shall not live in regret, as the noise I have made was a beautiful symphony. But I shall regret the fact I have ended lives.

The mare merely stood, before backing away and running for her life.

However, despite my efforts, my efforts to liberate them, my efforts to help them see that I am no different from them,  I am still viewed as one thing to them, imperfect.

Joseph walked slowly towards his destination, a statue in Canterlot Garden, of a chimera, holding his hands up as if he were trying to shield himself from something.

“But that is Discord, he tried to ruin everypony’s lives. he tried to plunge Equestria into eternal chaos!”, she shouted to him.

“But he lives in the heart of everypony, our, dark side, the side that makes us do horrid things, the side that makes us do the  things we later on regret, yet keeps us from living unnatural boring lives.”, Joseph said.

“I don’t follow?”, the mare said, after she blinked three times.

“If you cannot piece a puzzle as simple as the two Y’s, then I fear hope is lost for you.”, he said.

“I know I call  a lot of ponies crazy, often times I judge a book by it's cover, but you are insane.”, the mare said, as she slowly backed away.

“Am I? Well then tell me, what are you?”, Joseph replied, calmly.

“...”, the mare was completely speechless.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today, I met the strangest Diamond dog, he saved my life from some muggers before walking off, he wore a black leather suit, and admired Discord’s statue, but if he was such a lunatic, than why would he have saved me from those muggers, and what exactly are his morals, should I be thankful, or was he planning to rob me himself? Some things in Equestria just don’t make sense.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle.

As you can see, my life is one of violence and lurking in the shadows, despite this, I live my life, anticipating the next day, I have learned to accept my responsibility as a vigilante, I have learned to help those who hate me, as that list expands to even my own kin, as I did not take up their life of petty thievery. Sometimes I look at my past and wonder if this was the right choice, but then I remember the lives I have saved, and know that deep down they are grateful. I have come to terms with the fact they consider me a monster, I have come to terms with the life I live. I have come to terms with the fact, that I, Joseph Romero, am

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