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The past few weeks have been sheer hell. Every ounce of my body aches and my cracked ribs are not even close to healed. Can't believe that I'm so far out there now, I don't want to be a hero, I'm not even sure I can be a vigilante. But someone must be here to fight for the innocent. The sky cracks to life, I hear rain drops softly falling around me, the rainy season in Nighthaven and suddenly the city smells and feels brand new like a snake shedding his skin. But the rain does bring the vermin up out of the gutters. The streets look like rivers from up here as I swoop from one roof to another I see the light dancing across the pavement and I think maybe just maybe this is my night to heal.
*BLAM BLAM BLAM *
Three shots break the nights strange calm and I resist the urge to scream and whimper away to my little run down apartment and hide. Instead I move in closer leaping from the last roof I glimpse two "men" running down the street one dropping cash as he runs. I finally land and I barely feel my feet hit the pavement. I look to my left and see what they were running from. The old mans body is stretched out from the door of the Liquor store three wounds center mass hes lost too much blood. I check for a pulse but it's too late. I hear sirens Nighthaven PD, Fire and Ambulance will be here soon. My blood starts to boil, I hear the footsteps getting further away, they will not escape. I pull my nightstick and run down the street I feel like a lion about to pounce on prey. The adrenaline fuels me to a point I don't think I've ever been in my life. No smart alec remarks no heads up warnings. The slower one takes the brunt of my nightstick to the back of his head and drops into the flowing water below. The other one turns and screams as I jump through the air and land on his chest with both feet. I don't know what he said honestly at this point I don't think I could care less. He could be telling me he's the dahli lama returned from the grave or Santa or My long lost twin. I DON'T CARE. I see the blood gushing from his mouth as he coughs and tries to stand. I laugh. He's begging me for mercy I still don't care. I drop my stick on the ground below me. The echo the steel makes on the pavement sounds like thunder crashing. As This piece of garbage looks at me and smiles I see in his eyes what his next move will be, he thinks I gave up, he thinks I'm going to walk away and let the cops handle him. He thinks that if he pulls the Smith and Wesson 38 six shooter out of the back of his belt that he has a fifty fifty shot of dropping me at this range. He thinks that will be enough. He thinks I care. He makes the move pulls the gun from his waist band I move. I don't dodge the bullet I run full speed straight for the barrell of the gun I take the slug in my left shoulder. I feel the burn of hot lead searing my flesh, I don't care. I see his eyes suddenly grow to the size of silver dollars as I rush him. He fires two more shots at point blank. It's like two sledge hammer hits to the chest but I don't stop. Now he screams and I don't care.
He hits the ground still screaming still pulling the trigger cycling empty chambers. I hit him again and again and again. i'm still hitting him as hard as I can when the pain and reality finally settle in. He is a murderer, not me. My knuckles are covered in his blood and I don't care he killed an innocent I should end him right here right now. I'm not a killer, he is.
The sky opens up and sets loose a down pour so hard and vicious that I think hell might flood from this one. And slowly I walk away retrieve my stick and fall into the night.
Like a snake shedding its skin the city awakes anew the next morning drying and waiting for the next meal.
__________________Hindsight is always 20/20...
But looking back it's still abit fuzzy. Dave Mustaine
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hey man if I can help let me know
know a good divorce lawyer?
