|Nighthood - Beginnings
Author: StgMc98 PM
Steve 'Jenners' Jenkinson, knew that his town was corrupt, and full of vile criminals. One night, he realised that he was the man to do something about it. He changed that night. He became Nighthood. He became the Law.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Crime - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,305 - Updated: 02-17-13 - Published: 02-07-13 - id: 3099032
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I sit on the roof of Building 23 every night. Rain, snow... nothing stops me. I owe this town as much. The rain is pouring at the moment, soaking the pitch black sky and bright lights below. I see people walking through the rain, rushing home to caring families, loving partners... but I have none. They're all gone. The memories are too painful, locked too deeply inside, hidden from myself and the outside world, for the good of all of us. I hear faint footsteps behind me on the roof, and quickly turn, rising from my usual crouching position to standing, knees slightly bent, advanced and ready for a threat, only to see a silhouette in the darkness. I can tell nothing of this mysterious intruder to my personal moment and work as watchman, but instantly the air feels colder and my nerves stand on end. I smirk at the nerves that I have not felt in a long time, as if in some twisted way I have missed them. And I have. I try to study the silhouette, but without going closer, I can't tell anything, and without knowing more, it's not safe to go. My heart beats faster, and I can feel sweat droplets speeding down my face. This is bad news.
"Who are you?" The silhouette says, but quietly enough that I can still tell nothing. Gender, nationality, personality... nothing. I need to go towards the silhouette, I need to find out something, but as I begin to creep towards them, tiny steps like a child playing hide-and-seek, I fall to my knees, then onto my stomach, landing hard on the contents of my jacket pockets. I look up and I see the silhouette walk towards me slowly, deliberately, and I attempt to crawl, to get up, anything just to get a glimpse of the person, but I fall back to the floor, seeing the rain droplets bounce of the roof before everything goes black, and I am transported back to that fateful night with my dear friend Jonathan.