Death before Dawn

They whisper of a tall dark shadow, who lurks the night. They speak of a blur of darkness, who knows no limits. They rumor of a man who cannot know death.


Hello dear reader, I am the shadow you see. The darkness that hides waiting for you to make one small mistake. That's when you're mine. So I will warn you from the beginning, I will show no caution.


It was 1947 the worst year of my life, let me explain. It was June the 17th it was humid to the point where you could've swore  you had trouble breathing the air. I had spent that summer tracking a homicide case, the man had gotten away with many murders so the chief assigned this one personally too me. I had been been working alone lately, Nogger Nick had been partnering up with a new partner named Diablo or something in Mexican. It gave me a chance to clean all the water melon seeds and grease out of my car that had been left from his struggle with obesity.


It was 2 A.M when I had started my stake out on the corner of Amora St. There had been rumors of suspicious people hanging out late at night walking the streets almost as if they were patrolling them. So I figured I'd take a look and see if I could find anything. I take a bite of my Chico stick and then slowly take a sip of my moonbucks coffee, a slight touch of coffee to the lips and I see the three suspicious men walking down the street, this is how it happens.
I slip out of my car into the shadows where I work best. I run without a sound toward them, little did they know that the very next step would be the last, because in the next step they take, I will be take my last stride plowing into the one on the far left, pushing him in a powerful force to his right hitting the man in the middle, which will then twist and fall upon the man on the far right.
They will proceed to try and recover from their fall but I will then quickly hit the man on the far left with a blow to his temple, which will force his head to smash against the ankle of the middle man. temporarily making him unable to walk on his left leg. I will then in a solid motion glide to the man on the far right kicking his shin then kneeing his face, while doing so I will stomp on the middle mans face leaving them all...disabled 


A brilliant plan, only the most strategic men would think of. However... These suspicious men were a little older than I had imagined, and women. As I stand looking at three unconscious old ladies who had been up taking late walks because they had all been doing some late night drinking for the last few days, So as a gentleman I ran away from the scene without stealing their wallets. It was a good thing I was fast.. and they were drunk.


I get a call from an unknown number shortly after I return to my car, I casually answer. "I DIDN'T HIT THEM HARD!!!" I said in a calm tone "I've been watc...What?" the man said in a confused voice. "Baxter..." I replied after hearing his voice. "Yes..I've been watching you 'Mystery man'." he said with a deep voice. "And I you." the discussion went on for an hour until we came to an agreement. "Fine we are both watching each other.." he said in a very unpleasant tone of sarcasm. "No more games, I know who you are and where to find you. so here's a mystery for you, try and solve who is going to murder the mayor." he said as he hangs up the phone.. It was rude for him to not let me guess but there's no time to waste, I must go.


Dear reader there's no story where the villain wins...I think.. None the less crimes always go punished one way or the other, just hope and pray they're not punished in the shadows.   

A hero Reborn

"Stay with us!" Darkness, every where I look. "Come on stay with me! Keep breathing!" Too much pain... "He's crashing! Dr. Get over here!" And then, there was light. "Prep him for surgery now!" The dream...why did I listen to the stupid dream... "We've got to stop his bleeding" I should've stayed home.. "Not again! He's crashing! nurse get over here!" The darkness, it's comforting like a deep slumber, I don't want to wake.. "Is he going to be ok?" "Surprisingly he's going to live, the bullet pierced a main artery in his chest, He's lucky to be alive." "Let's keep it that way doc.." a familiar voice, by the smell of fried chicken, I think I know who it might be, I'm still work to talk, or to even open my eyes, Nick walks into the room, he pulls a chair next to my bed, and grabs my hand. Me and Nick have been best friends since the day we started as partners on the police force. "When they called me, and told me my partner had got shot, I didn't believe them. I told them, that there was no way, no way he could get shot, he's to smart and quick and then they told me there was a slim chance of you surviving, but I knew that wasn't true because you've saved me so many times, and everyone knows heroes don't die...especially not my hero." I couldn't see Nick, but I could almost swear, there was a tear rolling down his face. "you've been like a brother too me, a true friend, I feel sorry for the low life who shot you, when I find him, I will make sure he never shoots anyone again." Nick stands up, I barely mumble something and Nick leans closer to hear me, I barely make it out.."Queer.." Nick relieved laughs, and replies "Queer for you baby!" with a chuckle, that was the most uncomfortable I've ever felt around Nick, we later had a talk about that day, and how he probably shouldn't choose those words anymore, anyway not relevant. I was healing slowly, but a few months later I was back to my old self, I have one more visit to make, she came and visited me in the hospital, the doctor said she spent the whole night with me, time to go pay her a thank you visit, I knock on the door and there she is.. Baby, I'm back.

The two doorways

The two doorways

I had a dream, very vivid. "Tell me about it" he said. I was chasing a man, I couldn't see his face nor recognize who this man was at all.. I chased him into an alley and he turns the corner and to my surprise he has disappeared, as if I was chasing nothing, until I looked to my right and there was a hallway. "A hallway in an alley? I guess stranger dreams have been dreamt. Please continue." he said as he looked intrigued by my dream almost as if he was hearing a true story. I walked down the hallway, observing it closely, I noticed that it was lit up with light, but I knew not where the light came from, I didn't pay much attention to it, as if it were normal. I finally stumble upon two doors, one was blood red and the other pure white, not a hint of dirt on it at all. Some how I knew the man had a gun and was waiting for me to come in one of the doors. "Which one did you choose!?" he said with such excitement in his voice, as if it was thrilling him. I chose the red door. "was he there waiting for you?" no, I heard a gun shot from the room that had the white door and I woke up. "interesting..I've always heard that if you turn your dreams around they come true, hopefully not in your case" he chuckled he then got up from his chair and walked me to his office door. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." he said with a smile. I leave the building and start walking down the street, I can see Nick filling his car up with gas, he keeps looking at the gas prices on the sign and shaking his head, I laugh at him and go over there. "it's almost ridiculous!" he says as he spits his water melon seeds from his mouth. I nod my head, he offers me a ride, its better than walking so I get it. "you know they're looking for that man who shot the lady in the grocery store the other day? They told us if we find him to not let him get out of sight, it's not the first time he's done that." that was Nicks way of making small talk, it always seemed to work. He let me off at my apartment, I go to open the door, and out of the corner of my eye, there he is. The man they've been looking for, and all of a sudden it's as if my dream was playing out step by step, I run after him yelling at him to stop, and he takes off running. I chase him for what seems to be hours, until he goes down an alley and makes a turn, and just like that he was gone..I stop and quickly look to my right and there's a hallway..I stop and put my hands on my head...my dream is coming true...I walk down the hallway, the only difference from my dreams is I can tell what the light source is, lamps all down the hallway to light the way through the hall. And there they are, two doors..one red and one is white, I see now my dream was meant to help me, without caution I step through the red door, but the thing about a dream is, when you turn them around they come true.

The night is back again

The night is back again.

The night skies are shining from the moon, the brightest night I've seen thus far.

The night smells of blood, it smells of danger, and fear. I realize what I must do as I take the leaping jump, as I'm in the air I come to realize that I'm in mid air and if I don't make this jump i'm a goner, I make the jump and land on the next roof, and take of running to the next jump, tonight I'm not chasing someone, but running from someone.

I am almost out of breath but I keep going, it feels like I've ran so long, my lungs feel like they're going to explode, but I keep running, I hear the foot steps behind me getting closer, I fear the worst. I try to take the next jump and feel a hand grab me while i"m in the air and pull me back to the roof, my heart is beating faster than it ever has before, it's not going to end good. She looks at me and laughs.. I scream "How can you do this too me!?" She then replies with a slight laughter "You make this harder than it has to be!" I try to escape but she over powers me, I'm not weak.. It is obviously because I have been running such a far distance, she had too.. but she was a better runner.

She turned around and started talking "I knew I'd catch you eventually, why must you make this so hard..?" I quickly try to crawl off silently before she notices, I think I got away. She then grabs my leg unexpectedly I reply "AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE" in the most manliest way, she pulls me back with her brute strength. "Listen..We can make a deal can't we? Isn't there a way to pay you off!?" She replies "No, I only want one thing from you.." I reply "No...no......no!... NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I feel my boyhood coming back too me, as if I have no strength to protect myself, she looks at me and says the worst thing that I could've imagined "Why didn't you ever call or reply to my texts..?" She still loves me...I must escape, I start crying and trying to run but she has me every which way I go..She kisses my cheek and wipes the tears running down my cheek..I try to hold my breath so I can pass out at least.. but she wont let me, she pushes on my stomach and I let go.. Then she says something too me "Come let Sanisha take care of you." I quickly pass out, will there ever be an end to this?

Who am I?

In Norway they call me mystiske mannen, in Mexico they call me un hombre misterioso, in Germany they call me Mysterium mann, in Italy they call Mistero Dell'uomo, in France they call me homme-mystère, but here, you might know me as, the Mystery man.

I am now the hunted, after being the hunter for so long I'm not used to running and hiding. Let me fill you in. 2004 I was framed for killing a very powerful man, his name was Donald Rump. He was rich and powerful, he had more money than money could buy, every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be married to him, I on the other hand, happened to be his friend. I had let me guard down and got to close to Donald, let myself ease into a friendship and actually cared for him, I know this sounds... a bit sappy but I'm only talking about a friendship.. But I was set up by Quickley O'mally or so I'm lead to believe, it looks like something he would do, so now I'm left running from the law, some how he made it seem as if I did it.
I travel at night, it's the only way they wont find me. Suddenly I hide behind an old dumpster, I hear someone coming.. It's Quickley, I dive after him hitting him and...well what I said wasn't important. He slips out from under me and yells at me to stop, he quickly yells out that he had nothing to do with this, and that I wasn't the only one that was framed here, I ponder...Could it actually be that the person who framed me, also framed Quickley? If so.. this guy is good, I throw a trash can lid at Quickley's face, then apologize and help him up..I was dazed and didn't know why I threw it at him to begin with. I told Quickley that as I see it we're both on the same side, seeing as he and I are being framed by the same person we might as well help each other out. Quickley wanted money... I no longer needed Quickley, so I drop him off at one of the Sharks in town, he owes quite a bit of money. I walk down the side walk hoping my hat and coat is covering me enough so that I'm not seen.. all of a sudden I hear him call me. "IS THAT YOU!? It is!" It's Nick, I don't know which side he's on so I take off running he chases after me...He catches me with ease, some would say that he caught me because he's dark as the night, but I say it's his extra muscle in his calf..I'm not sure if he's even considered human.. but anyway.. Back to my story, Nick apologized for gashing my elbow open on the fall..it really hurt, but I'm strong and only cried a little bit, I woke up the next day in the hospital, the pain must have been so intense that I couldn't stand it. Nick was by my side, he had asked me why I was running, so I explained to him what had been going on and he understood and believed everything I had to say, the nurse then came in the room and said I had a visitor..I had Nick go check and see who it was, he came in and apologized deeply too me, I started to get worried and I knew right away who it was when I saw those yellow high heels...no..........No.......NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Reader 2

Some people I'll never understand, why they do the things they do... This man was only 30 he could've made up for his mistakes, and he decided to take as everyone calls the "easy way out?" but how easy is it..? This is the second suicide case this far, they both left a note about how they were in pain and had ruined their lives, somethings fishy.
Nick pats me on the shoulder I can tell he's about to say something intelligent but my mind is distracted by his lips. I can't read them, but ever since I can remember, when people talk with me instead of making eye contact I look at their lips or I can't pay attention to what they're saying, but Nick had huge lips, they amazed me, so not only could I not look at his lips but it was hard to listen to him..I finally turn away from my distraction and listen in. Nick explains too me that the letter we found matched up with the last, the same hand writing to, someones writing these letters as and then framing them as suicidal maniacs.
I return back to my office, and sit in my chair, I close my eyes and what seems seconds turns into hours, and I open them and Nelsie and Myscaela are in front of me.. This can't be good, they have the look of disgust on their face, wonder what I did? And then to my shocking "surprise" Amanda walks in, I need to start locking my office, I pull out my cell phone and text Nick to come to my office, he sees all three and walks away, typical Nick... Amanda being the loudest of the three speaks up and demands that we work the case together, so I decided to do what was right, I stood up and faked a panic attack and got sent to the hospital, from there I continued on my way.
The shadows are hiding me, I breathe in a cool breath, it feels so good knowing you're not seen.. I hide in the darkness waiting for suspicious characters to come along, and all of a sudden, guess who catches my eye. Andy Sulley. My child hood friend, we were really close, why's he here though? "A little far from home aren't we?" I said in a girly voice, as I cough I repeated in a deeper more manly voice "A little far from home aren't we?" he looked up and smiled, and said "That's what she said." I smile and laugh, Andy never got how to use those jokes, so he always said them at the wrong time, it always made me laugh though. I ask him what he's doing here, and he said his aunt was sick and they didn't think he was gonna make it. Another thing Andy did, he always lied for no reason... Andy doesn't have any aunts, both his mom and dad were the only child in their families. I call him a liar and offer to buy him a drink, I knew he'd accept it. We walk into the diner and me and Andy are catching up until he walks in, everything starts going slow I see his face, but it's blurry everything is fading away! I'm falling to the ground, silently falling, and not a word is screaming from my mouth, Andy is yelling for help, people are screaming, my hearts beating in the back of my head, I quickly grab my pistol from my leg strap, I aim but it's all to blurry, I fire nine shots, and black out, I wake up in the ER, Andy is beside me, he explains too me that I got shot in the shoulder, by a man named Dillon Braff, a wanted hired thug, and for some reason he was after me, they said he only fired one shot, and that was the one that hit the shoulder, he also said there was a mystery shooter, who shot nine people in the legs, I turn over and act like I'm asleep...I hope they don't find out it was me...

Dear reader

"Dear Reader, If anyone is reading this, I want you to understand me
feel my character, feel my soul. I want you to grasp my story, as if you see yourself in my eyes.
My name is not important, I am troubled in my mind, I am making a decision that I can never turn back on, Life is too short, way too short. Procrastination has become my biggest enemy, yesterday was years ago, and it feels like I have the same amount accomplished, what's happened too me? I used to be so successful, a just man, but now I'm lost in this darkness that fills my head. But you know the darkness I'm speaking of, don't you? You've felt it before. I am broken, torn apart, waiting for my rescuer but finding no such hope. I looked at everything, my family, my possessions and assumed that it would all be there till the day I passed on from this earth, but the worst after taste of life, is when you find out, that you can't live without the people nor possessions that you once had, it's a bitter taste. I am greedy and I admit, selfish, if I could take it all back I would, but it's too late, it's all too late.
Dear Reader, I made my decision."

That's all the note said, I turn the corner and just as I feared I found him laying on the ground, in his own blood, I say a prayer quietly, to calm my nerves. "Though I walk through the valley of death..." I bend down, and look closer, something isn't right, it's the angle.. Something is off, I look at the weapon, it's too far away, he couldn't have done this himself, but whoever did it, wants me to find out who he is, or he's just a very bad criminal, it's a fifty/fifty chance that it could be either one. The mans name on the floor is Jerry Brooksman, once a wealthy successful man, until his business suddenly crashed, he was arrested for abusing his wife and she divorced him. He had everything but now it's gone, even his breath. I nervously look around the room too make sure no one is in here, then I grab his wallet on the kitchen counter and take what's left... Detectives don't get paid like they used to.. Nick turns the and says "Hey, where's the..." I interrupt him with a scream, he caught me off guard and frightened me... Nick asks me what was wrong, I blew it off by saying I had a flash back.. Nick looks at the dead body and says "Man, he was upset about something.." Nick had a problem with stating the painfully obvious.. I look at the mirror, there's a blood stain, slightly darker than the blood on the floor, was there a second person in the room? I guess we'll find out after the lab results get back on this sample. My phone starts to ring, It's Nelsie, I answer but quickly have to put my phone away from my ear, she's angry. Myscaela is with her, she encourages Nelsie to yell at me even louder. She keeps repeating how I ruined her Christmas some how, I take it personally. I slowly hang up as I wipe a tear away, It was my first time after all...

TO BE CONTINUED.