Post by Bone Crusher on Jul 24, 2009 9:14:38 GMT 1
First night.
It’s dark and stormy, a good night.
Lightning flashes, my suit tightens as I run, I just hope my stuff works.
My grapple fires, I leap, the air rushes around me as I land on the next roof.
Pretty good for a beginner.
In the distance a woman screams, to my left.
I hope I’m ready for this…
I land in the alley way, the woman screams to me and begs me to help.
A man with a knife makes his move for me, I step aside his charge and toss him into the nearby dumpster.
He curses as he gets up and swings his knife, I duck and uppercut. He spits a tooth out before falling to the floor. The woman runs out of the alley way, I guess it’s gonna take a while before people like me, I’m no Spider-man.
Lightning flashes again.
I wake up on my desk spilt coffee on my shirt.
“Come on we have to leave, crime scene, come on get up” Daniele calls behind me.
Daniele’s my partner we go way back, we run for the car.
I don’t remember getting home last night strangely enough…
We arrive.
Blood is everywhere; the area is completely sealed off. The killer used a knife military standard.
He left no evidence except one partial footprint, again army standard like the type I used to use, the man has military background…
Second night.
I was lucky the first night I got to be more careful, charging in like Galahad, lucky, lucky, lucky.
This city is a grime stain on the world; I got a lot of work to do.
It’s raining again making the rooftops slippy and my job all the harder.
Its quiet tonight, never a good sign, from the gargoyle I crouch on I can see most of the city.
This city I have sworn to protect, my home city. Seeing just how corrupted, evil and dirty the world is I took it upon my self. I remember my training I remember my retirement I remember the gun...
A shockwave almost knocks me off the gargoyle, an explosion across from the road in a nearby apartment. Its Hero time…
The explosions are out of control, I’ve got to do what I can.
I crash through a third story window, the place is empty, not a sound except the roar of the flames around me.
Then there is a faint sound a scream, a squeal of pain. I run the roof is collapsing around me gotta move fast. I hear it behind a door, it’s locked, and the place is falling apart. I charge the door doesn’t move, I charge again the door stays stiff and my shoulder aches. I have to do it.
I move back and charge forward again; the door shatters to splinters and I land in front of a coffee table a little girl underneath. She screams as I pick my self up and pull her out from under the table. I hold her under my arm as a run towards the window. I just hope my grapple can hold the weight of two.
The glass smashes, grapple fires and a scream echoes down my ears. This is what I was born to do....
I land on the grass the girls parents thanking me. I can't stop here to many things to do. I grapple up to the nearest roof away from the applause of the firemen, away from everything.
Tomorrow I will start to look for the killer. I have a feeling I already know who he is.
I return home; to tired for more work, I lay down and let everything go dark.
Third day.
I wake up on the floor, armour off. Coffee is all I need, thinking to much into it.
I grab a piece of toast and head off to work; where I am greeted with another dead body courtesy of the cities newest killer.
Same M.O
"He was killed in a parking lot" says Daniele as she opens the door to my office. She tosses some security camera pictures. He wore a hood. I don't know why but he seemed familiar, the way he moved.
Then it hit me.
Leon Jackson.
It fits, he led the victim into a trap, just the way I taught him. Hey enjoyed killing...to much when we served. The child's face still haunts my mind, the moment he pulled the trigger. I had him discharged; he now lives a reclusive life back in his family's mansion.
"I've got to go" I tell Daniele as I head for the door.
"What about the case, what are you going to do?"
"Work!" I slam the door behind me; I shouldn't be angry with Daniele, focus my rage on him. I head home. I'll strike tonight.
I fall asleep and dream of how I am going to make him suffer. I wake up on the floor again, time to move.
Third night.
I grab my extra armoured equipment, if i'm right and i'm lucky the plate in my chest would stop a round from a shotgun. Knowing Leon, i'm going to need it.
I jump out my window and start making my way towards Leon's mansion.
I always kept knowledge of his whereabouts just incase.
I notice several guards patroling outside. Despite it being my style,going in the front entrance would be a death sentence. So I head up to the roof, firing my grapple up, I slip past them undetected and open the sky light. The guard below doesn't hear a thing as I land on top of him, knocking him out instantly.
Only tow guards left between me and the master bedroom, thankfully they are facing the other way.I charge grabbing both of their heads and smashing them together. I let them slump to the floor quietly.
Ahead of me his door creaks and moans in the night. I try the door nob, locked....
I try the other way. The double doors snap apart as my leg smashes through.
LEON! I scream. No answer. I walk to his bed. He is dead, a note has been placed on his body.
"Yours truly"
Damn it! He know's who I am theis killer, my only suspect gone!
Damn it!
"Oh my god he killed Mr Jackson!" A bewildered guard shouts from across the hall. His friends are alot braver though, six in total all aiming towards me.
I run towards the window, my only chance. They open fire hitting my leg as I fly through the window.
They miss their chance.
My bleeding leg is slowing me down,they continue to open fire as I land on Leon's lawn, I keep going, I keep running.
By the time I make it home, i'm almost dead, my leg still bleeding. I try to stop it bleeding as the sound of laughter echo's behind me.
"Aww look at the big bad hero"
I turn to see the relection of myself grinning back at me.
"Look at you all angry and beaten , who is this "killer" how could he possibly know who you are?!" He laughs again, as I smash the mirror with my fist. He still grins and laughs in the broken shards.
"We did it!"
"You have tried to supress me for years, the rage, remember the beatings daddy gave us eh?!"
"You kept that under lock and key!"
"Why do you think you joined the marines?!"
"It's a very violent job isn't it, all the slaughter, you pretended not to enjoy it, you thought Leon was stealing all your fun."
NO! I scream in vain. No!
"YES!"
"Everytime you slept, when you let go, I take over."
I can't let him win, I force myself to stand. Using my remaining strength I run towards the window. He laughs hysterically as I jump out. Nothing but me, him and twenty stories.
I have to end it, he can't win. No grapple, no breaking the fall this time.
I'm not worth living. I failed.
REAL HERO.
Copyright Bone Crusher.