tatty_baddy
Eric-
I'm honestly not sure how I got where I am right now. I genuinely hate the rain, its senseless beatings, its hopeless aroma. It never stops tormenting you- even after you have lost. Like a sick mockery of everything, I am not, strong, powerful, respected. So instead I beat him back. Every blow causes a stumble, a chain reaction.
Hit. Duck. Hit again.
But the rain never stops and I'm not sure who's lost. Whether it's the poor chump bleeding at my feet or how these excursions have because natural for me. Like the rain, I will never be free. I will keep on beating.
Looking down at my hands I can see drying blood coating my leather gloves, the red offering a reflection of the flickering light post behind me. I watched as the pool pooled around my knuckles dripped down to the ground. The drops thudded onto my latest victum. Below my gloves played a man gasping for breath, his shirt is bloodied, knuckles clean. My heart lay still in my chest and the rain slowed to a halt. He wasn't gasping- I was.
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David-
I ran. Bounding from building to building the world passed in a blur. This was my peace, the serene peace that coated a city night filled me with a sense of pride. While helpless people lay in their beds I was doing my part in making the world a better place, a safer place.
Tonight I continued on the task I had been working on for months. I solved petty crimes to pass the time, but the real reward was in catching the Raven. He was impossible to catch, he worked for an underground assassins league, hunting and murdering the richest of my city. Often leaving them dead in a pool of blood without any identifying marks. That's why he was so hard to catch, he left nothing. For three months I've been stalking him, and for months he's left nothing. But that wouldn't continue, they always made a mistake, and when he did he was going to be served the exact justice he deserved.