Thursday, October 31st. The city streets are crowded for the holiday. Even with the rain. Hidden in the chaos is the element, waiting to strike like snakes. And I’m there too. Watching. 2 years of nights have turned me into a sports-themed animal. I must choose my targets carefully. It’s a big city. I can’t be everywhere. But they don’t know where I am. We have a signal now, for when I’m needed. They just play “take me out to the ball game” really loud. Oh, and shine a big light.
When that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call- it’s a warning. To them. Fear is a tool. They think I’m hiding in the shadows. But I AM the shadows. I wish I could say l’m making a difference, but I don’t know.
Murther, robberies, assault- 2 years later, they’re all up. And now this. This city’s eating itself. Maybe it can’t be saved, but I have to try. PUSH MYSELF.
These nights all roll together in a rush, behind the mask. Sometimes in the morning I have to force myself to remember everything that happened.