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"Good evening tonight our top story is the masked vigilante cleaning up Slum Rowe one gang banger at a time."
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"They call him Raven, this brave citizen taking it upon himself to put the scum terrorizing the streets out of commision. In my book he's alright."
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"He's alunatic in a mask, no better than the punks that don't stay locked up because, SURPRISE he's not a cop!"
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"He saved my life, those guys were gonna kill me and my wife if Raven hadn't shown up when he did I know fer sure we were both dead. COPS? I haven't seen a cop out here after 9:00pm in seven years! Raven is here every night. He's a real hero."
It's been three months since the first mission. The cops didn't make it in time for Ricky and they've been six steps behind me ever since. News shows are calling me a hero,maniac, lunatic but at least they all agree I'm not a cop. Night haven PD is so crooked they make a snake on a ladder look level.
The apartment Emily and I shared is nearly empty all I have left is my "work" and the TV news. I still can't sleep without the pills, waking up all day long anyway the dreams are finally quieting down. But her memory won't let me quit.
I suit up and go on patrol it's amazing that this city is home to other so called heroes that wear masks and do the same thing I do but still I'm the one labeled vigilante and crazy. I don't like being called crazy. What makes me crazy but not The Knight? Is it that I'm not high profile off saving the world with a bunch of guys in multi colored spandex and big shoulder pads? Is it because I'm fighting for the little guy, the people that know what a struggle really is? I'm complaining too much, I almost missed the three morons stealing that Toyota on the corner of D street and Balboa Ave. Almost.
" Haven't you idiots seen the news lately?"
" Oh $#!^, it's that Raven dude!"
"Yeah genius and you guys are prime punching bags!"
I drop to the street The fat one swings a Louisville at my head, easy enough to deflect with the nightstick. Get a little closer to him and use his weight to drop him on his face. " Too many cheeseburgers Tubby, make you real slow."
"Strike one, next please."
"F^%*in shoot him Ernie!!!!!"
"Yeah shoot me Ernie. Listen to Bert."
I'm smiling again, I have to try and stop that. Maybe.
*bang bang bang bang bang*
Took three that time, one to my left arm too close to Ernie, I let the nightstick fly. Bert takes it to the back of the head and drops midstep. Ernie however lost his gun and is taking off down Balboa. I'll catch up in a second. First I gotta tie Fatty Arbuckle and the Muppet up, pick up my stick. Now for the dirty little punk that shot me. The bleedings starting to get a little intense gotta rap this up quick.
" I can't beleive I got him I got Raven dead bang! There's no way he could catch me now. I'll just lay low here and catch my breath, Mike and Tommy should meet me back at the pad soon."
"Yeah that was some good shootin Ernie! You got me alright but you didn't lose me, twit."
The blood is flowing down my left arm now the kid got lucky with at least one shot. Maybe I need some kevlar. Worry abou that later, right now I need to teach him a lesson.
"Alright Ernie time to pay up for a lifetime of mistakes"
"No man stay back, NOOOO PLEEEAAAASSSEE!!!!!"
A silver blade flies through the night and slices right into my Right arm, then another. "Okay now that's uncalled for."
" Run away and call the police."
" THTHTHANKS dude."
"Alright then, mister leather jacket why were you chasing that boy?"
I don't know who this shmuck thinks he is but he just got me really angry.
"Well wonder boy howsabout he f^7*#n shot me for starters! And for second Who the hell are you???"
"My names Shadow Hawk." I don't buy this for a second, this guy looks like a killer to me. No need for kid gloves. I'll use the blades. "Get up buddy let's end this."
" Alright cape boy, lets do thiiiiissss....."
Fade to black.
To be continued.....
__________________Hindsight is always 20/20...
But looking back it's still abit fuzzy. Dave Mustaine
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