What exactly would one call normal? Is normal something to where you work a 9 to 5 then go home to a loved one to relate the tails of ones day...is normal just sitting on the couch all day and eating photato chips while watching the lastes in trash tv? Or maybe normal is running around at night robbing and hurting someone you don't know or never will see during the course of ones life...whatever it is sometimes normal for one is strange for another. But what if to someone normal is roaming the streets at night punishing thoses who do wrong to others showing them no remorse and not feeling guilt for ones actions. No mask, no cape just a faceless youth that dwells in the night and relishes on the suffering of those that do wrong.
It was like any other night, random break-ins chaos on the streets and not a cop in sight to do anything about it. This was nothing but a lawless land when night filled the skys. Sure people would call in reports of the vandelism but that's all anyone would do for none bothered to change anything about it even though there were many complants about that "someone needs to do something!"...but none of the complainers where brave enough to attempt it. Coming up with such excuses as "I have a family to think of" or "it's not my place to step in and fight when the police are paided to do so". One youth had heard all these excuses and it pretty much made him upset everytime someone complained about it during the day. 'Well if you think it's so bad why not come out here and do something about it you old coots and stop depending on others to do the job for you.'...that was what usually crossed his mind as he placed on the heavy leather trench coat that seem to defy the pull of gravity. There was no moon in the sky with made visibility very limited...well not for him for this kind of night was just perfect to him. The sound of heavy steel toes boots made a thud sound against the metal of the stairs as he climbed up to the roof opening the door. The shadows seem to wrap around him as he stepped out into the night air walking his way over to the edge of the roof and looking out over the city. The night was young and already the street urches where out causing trouble but this was no surprise seeing as this was a bad part of the neighborhood anyway...just perfect. A shrill scream filled the night air as what was assumed as his head turning could be made out. "So it begains..." His words where eerie and seem to float on the night winds as he stepped forward right off the roof. He fell the full four story fall until he hit the ground and took another step as he just stepped of a curb while the shadows tightened around him more. "Let's see just what fun we can get into tonight..."
DX Inforcer · Sun Jan 02, 2005 @ 03:17pm · 1 Comments |