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.
