The Predator.

JANUARY 25, 10:25pm. Like an acrobat I hurl myself right back into fire… And after only taking a night off it felt like a week… Fish town was jumping where my assault began, and a few extra bucks i had stacked away stepped up the weapon supplies that were gratefully being used. With my targets marked and locations exposed the take down was heavily in affect as screams and gun fire took over what was one of Alex smalls gambling and strip scene. Packs of women and men tried escaping the chaos that I brought to the event as I moved fast and aimed high at anyone that came at me as a threat. Must of been twenty or thirty men armed with rifles, hand guns and whatever else that could be used against me. My plans were simple, go to the areas on the map I found a couple days ago and see what’s going on with the six locations. But before I could start on that mission this place had to be shut down, a tip from some Dope fend earlier told me this was one of Alex’s major money making spots bring in thousands if not millions each week. I was finishing up a round of Alex’s guards and personal workers before taking off and leaven the fallen and some of the night’s earnings for the lieutenant to pick up. -11:38pm The next destination wasn't to far from the night spot, and after studying those maps and blue prints found for each location, getting to them would only be a matter of time. But as we know, time has a way of getting away from one when there haven fun, which is why I couldn't follow each sound of gun fire or police sirens that chased me along the way to the next spot.

Belated Halloween

Halloween, the one time of the year I can walk the streets at night amounts the people I try to protect and not stand out. I remember comin up as a kid Halloween was crazy in the hood. Streets use to be filled with kids parents teens and candy rappers, every house would give something even if it was just playing cards. But now the streets are empty, kids are out in the afternoon straight after school trying to get whatever they can from empty homes, either that or they are being turned away from non believers who don’t care for the holiday. A lot has changed since I was a kid, the street were much safer then they are now, witch is why I can understand parents takin there kids out trick or treating earlier then the times me and my gang of underage misfits made our moves. This day an age the city has all kinds of shit out lurking in the night, and being that I’m one of those things lurking in the darkness, I try to monitor what steps out from it. But sometimes something slips through, sometimes something gets lose in the city and that’s just what’s happen on this Halloween. Reports began coming in earlier in the evening on sightings of a man with his skin falling off seen killing dogs. My first thought after I caught ear to it was it could just be some beat up homeless foke that went crazy. But when I found one of the dogs in the street and saw the body cut up an chewed on, I could see it was a little more. 11: 56pm. Dog showed signs that whoever was doing this wasn’t just killing the animals but feeding on them. The poor animal front legs were cut off with some kind of dull instrument, the badly hacked flesh and shredded meat showed the tool of choice was ripping through the dogs flesh instead of slicing through like a sharp tool would. A piece of the lower thigh and neck had been ravaged into like something wild feeding on it’s pray. One might be wondering why I would take the time to look into such reports as this one, but most killers you read about start off killing or torturing animals until they get board and move on to humans. 12:38am. Put dog remains in a bag and placed it in a dumpster behind a local gas station before taking off and making a run through the city. Took my time to check out any and every alleyway and sewer to see what else I could come up on. A few steps outside north philly and I found myself approaching one of the darkest corners of the city, “The junk yard. The place is known for being the spot to dump dead bodies and anything else that’s unwanted, but mostly car parts and buried corps is what the grounds are filled with. The place was abandon and had been for years. The rotten order coming from the area would make anyone suggest the area was used for foul play, and if there really is someone out here feeding on animals or cuttin them up for the hell of it, the junk yard would be a nice hind out or place to make your feeding ground. I love stalking my pray, being the predator, closing in on the unsuspecting suspect and eliminating them from the equation, I like to think it’s what I do best. Broken crack pipes and old used condoms laid way as I searched the area, then it happened, a every slow and soft moan tip toed pass my ears. It came from behind a mountain of scrap metal that stood across half the yard. No telling what was on the other side, but wasted no time breaching the steel mountain to get through. It was another tortured animal, again a dog, but this time the blood and body was still warm telling me I must had just misted man’s best friend secret admirer. Or did I, a shadow shot out from behind me heading for the front gate. It was him, or someone who was gonna tell me some info on what just happened here. Let the mystery man get to the front gate before I clipped him from the blind side. After he hit the ground I could see blood stains crusted around his mouth, and drip stains around the neck of his shirt and jeans, I found who I was looking for. The reports had it wrong though; his skin wasn’t falling off but badly scared and seemed disfigured. I took a step toward him before he pulled out a knife that was made out of bone; that was enough of an approval and just the stamp I needed for me to take this one off the streets and not feel bad when I break him in the process. He yelled out, “I’m gonna slice you up then eat you just like these fuckin dogs”. At the same time I took out his weapon with some sharp disk blade action then a drop kick to the biscuit cut the rest of his evening short, lights out. 2:50am. Nobody really cares about what this weirdo been up to, but I do, who the hell just goes around feeding and killing dogs? Nothing about that allows me to be at ease, nothing about that allows me to be at ease when thinking what his next move might be. That’s why I made sure to give him a hard goodbye, and my nights was only getting started.

My mask...

The mask does more then protecting the face… It’s my symbol. An identity that allows me to escape, and become much more then human. I wish I could explain how it feels to have men almost bring themselves to tears at the mere sight of you, or the fulfillment one receives after saving a life. Putting on the mask has become a drug; I keep sayin that because I see myself losing control night after night and not wanting to return to my daily life. I would have never thought putting on an old Halloween mask could change so many things in my life. There are nights I try so hard to spend time with my family but cant because I want to be consumed by it again. No one cared who I was till I put on the mask, till I took that step out into the night, into the deepest and darkest regions of Philadelphia. Not till I let the darkness mold me into this Dark angel of hope for the city. And weather this city knows or not, my mask will become the first symbol of a stand against the chaos that controls it. I’m only here to take back the streets from the crime and drug lords that step on the weak, to bring some kind of peace back within the streets. Here to break the criminally insane and corrupt citizens that poison the streets with terror and death. The mask is here to bring fear to those behind these actions, to show that anyone meaning harm to this city will fall before me. Faith has left this city, and the citizens need something or someone to believe in to bring it back. I swear the more I put it on, the more I can’t get enough of it. And if I should fall, I can only hope that I’ve left as many criminal empires and serial killers broken and defeated before my history of violence is told, Amen.

Things to do in Philly when your left for Dead...

It’s not easy living in darkness… You can lose hold on what’s reality and what’s not as well as yaself if you not careful. It’s happening to me, I’ve turned my back on what’s real and most important in my life only to prey on those who prey on the weak, I only hope that god understands why. Darkness covers me and this city; it has become as one wit me as the mask that shields my face… I’ve spent many nights out alone draped in nothin but it from head to toe, but nothing comes close to being broken and left for dead in complete darkness as rats and the rodents of the night scratch, crawl and bite on any part of your lifeless body they please. Trash and filth filled the well I had been toss down, and my body was hurting bad from the tumble down. I could barely stand; my legs were badly damaged from the impact of the fall. And a torn “A C L” in my right knee made it impossible to stand, the smell coming from the stagnant water that soak the ground I laid cripple on made me scream out for help that much louder then the last several cry outs, I couldn’t see a thing. The seal to the well had been closed by “Kane,” a powerful foe I had a bad past with that’s come back more powerful then I could remember. The whole week leading to this I had a feeling in my gut a storm was coming, never imagined that it would be in the form of a past rival. I tried climbing up the black, damp and wet brick walls with every bit of upper body strength I could gather, but got nowhere. The fight with “Kane almost broke everything but my sprits, I stood toe to toe as long as I could against the most deadly opponent I’ve face yet. And for the first time, I lost a fight out here as the so called protector of the city… Time stop wile I was down there but my mind didn’t. All I could think about was the fight and how I let my city down as time stood still and day’s passed on the surface. I remembered not even having time to do my first run through the city before this force from my past was approaching me. I never let anyone sneak up on me, but being trained by the same teacher gave “Kane an advantage over anyone else. It wasn’t till he yelled out my name that I even noticed he was on the same roof top as me. That’s a skill no one in this city had, and I thought only our teacher had such ability, but I see “Kane has exceeded his training and might be on the same level as our teacher. It only took a few seconds for me to put together what was going on, and recognizing the voice help to make it easy. I won the first round a couple years back, but I knew this go round was going to be war… What have I started? Another threat to the city that’s come for me, with a mask on that shows nothing but the eye’s, dressed in all black much like myself with a piece of armor that covered his left arm. The armored brace looked like it was made of rock just as his body did. And with no reason or warning, like a bull only seeing red he charged across the roof top right for me. Once again I accepted the challenge charging right back at him like a fool; we collide dead center of roof. I take lead in the dance, and everything I had to throw at him hit’s air, I could hear him laughing under his mask as he dips and dodge everything. He was toying with me, playing and enjoying having the upper hand in the fight. His speed was unorthodox, and his power was felt greatly when he finally attacks grabbing the face of my mask, such force nearly shattered the face that’s taken me so long to create in the streets. I could feel my skull squeezing and hear my mask cracking as I tried desperately to brake free, then like a kid tired of playing with his toy; I was hurled away into a wall. My back almost snaps like Twiggs before falling to the ground. Was only able to get to one knee before catching a stiff upper cut to the left rib cage, felt like a direct hit by a sledge hammer, the blow cause me to drop to both knees. Just then he held me up by my shoulders as I hung off my feet trying to catch what was left of any breath in my body before being released into a setup for a round house kick to the face. But a quick burst of adrenaline allows me to block and counter with what was to be a five piece setup of my own, the combo was shut down by the fifth punch could be landed. Unlike the first encounter with “Kane, this time I was way out my league, fighting to hold my ground and stay alive. Like two caged animals fighting for survival scratching and biting one another, we went to war; the impact from his kicks and punches hitting my forearm was devastating. Blocking his attacks took a toll on the body as well. I was barely able to hold my guard; I get focus for a second and pass six of my “Razor Disk to him as fast and hard as I could. But all six were swiftly deflected without a drop of sweat, that fuckin piece of armor covering his arm caught all that. No retreat, no surrender is the code and the creed we live by in the clan me and “Kane are cut from, and on this night one man would stand wile the other falls. He showed me everything I had to offer to him had little effect on him, and if this night was to be the end for me, then dieing hard was how I was going to go out. The bull stood waiting for me to make another move, then I began to walk toward him from the other end of the battlefield, “ You had to know this was coming” was what he shouted as I walk, preparing for another round with “Diablo. I paid no mind to the commit; I was only staying focus on how to come out this battle on top wit my life. I was approaching the center of the rooftop just as “Kane began stomping toward me… We meet once again center stage, standing toe to toe face to face before testing each others might by exchanging blows at one another. I strike first; then again, before I hear more laughter as “Kane eats the two shots to the face. I tired to sneak a third shot in but my fist was caught in mid air then my body was being thrown in it. I fire my grappler off aiming it at “Kane, but he dips it causing me to miss by a hair. My grappler is connected to my wrist, so when “Kane managed to get hold of the steel line that’s extracting from it, he use’s it to slam my body into the ground, it’s a crucial blow, The one that took everything from of me and left me unconscious. It must have been the air hitting my face that helps me regain conscious before I could notice that I was falling. I had nothing to soften the landing, my weapons must had been strip from me wile I was out and I couldn’t see a thing. A man I once looked up to asked me, “What do you see when you look into darkness?” At a time I couldn't answer that, but now I know, the image staring back at me in the darkness is "Kane wile he's standing over my dead body.

Some Down time.

The streets of Philly are getting harder for people to live in each day that passes. The crime and political corruption that covers the city is running rampant still, and each day I hear news or talk about the Mayors plan for getting guns and violent offenders off the streets. But nothing is ever done, earlier today I seen on the news someone I once worked with and two of his friends taken out of a car and beaten down by police. It was all caught on camera and posted all over the net; the crazy part of it is that they had nothing on them or any reason to have been stop. At the time when that was poppin off I must have been cross town on patrol or doing clean up in some other part of the hood. It hurt to see someone I knew being harassed by the police. Shit that could have been me or any one of my boys ridding, chillin, minding our business one moment then getting our ass kicked in the next. The incident made me hate the police, but not all, just most. It opened my eyes up to how fucked up the police system in Philadelphia is and why I’m needed. But there is this police commissioner named “Roderick Henderson, he's the one leading this new task force thats been on my ass latly and the one who called for a live broadcast of a conference he held just minute’s after the beating took place. It was streamed across Philadelphia, the conference expressed his anger on the way fifteen officers handled what was to be a routine stop, and how those officers involved would be suspended and investigated. I liked this commissioner’s hands on approach to the event, but all I could take away from this mishap was that my presence needed and had to be felt everywhere, even when I’m not at a scene. I was hiding on a rooftop deep beneath the shadows on this calm night, smoking and waiting. Waiting to jump into some kind of action and get the night started, but there was nothin out this night. All I could do was use this down time to think as I looked and listened over the neighborhood my family raised me in. There are plenty of nights when the city’s streets sound like an amusement park filled with screams, gun fire and loud music playing in the background. But this night was different, the air was calm, streets empty with nothing but the sound of passing air planes crossing the sky. This down time gave reality a chance to catch up with me. With all this thinking that was going on, couldn’t help but let thoughts about my life out side the mask creep into my head. I’ve been missing time at this staffing agency I was holding on to and use to attend daily for more then a couple days now, and I haven’t seen my mom and pop in weeks. This night life is killing the day life I use to have and love, my girl is the only one who gets to see me whether she knows it or not. At times When I brake her heart by standing her up, she looks out her bedroom window and stares into the night crying her eyes out due to another broken promise I made. But I find a way to stair back from the shadows and through all the chaos I come across in a nights run. She never knows when I’m there, and most times it’s me looking over her resting body before I’ve called it a night an head home, but I’m there, watching and protecting her and my family along with this city.

What is Evil?

It’s called the city of brotherly love, but the events going on in the city of Philadelphia are proving that in this town, there’s everything but love in the city. The city’s crime lord “Alex Smalls,” controls the police and politics along with the drugs an cash flow that comes through the streets. There are street gangs that roam the night terrorizing the weak with no care for the law or whoever stands against them… A little wile back, rumors surface about someone out in the streets playing vigilante, it instantly changed everything in Philadelphia. At first no one paid any mind to the rumors, but when safe houses belonging to “Alex Small” started to take hits, it became certain that what was going around in the streets was not a rumor. Everyone in the city knows not to cross “Alex and his crime empire, but someone was. And in doing so it took every bit of attention the city had to offer off a even greater evil that has laid dormant in the city of Philadelphia. Now with everyone in the city attention on this savior, a demon is emerging out of darkness with a thirst for killing and destruction... A killer. With a lust for chaos and death, this new menace lives in the streets where he raped women, robbed and killed dealers with knives made out of the bones from victims he’s even eatin. He’s been able to stay off police radar due to the fact that sometimes the abducted bodies are never found. Most of the times when someone goes missing and never found, the city’s police just finds a way to cover it up. Philadelphia has never had a force of evil the likes of this ever in its history of violence, and more bodies will fall before the story of its most vile and dangerous serial killer comes to an end. And with the city in as bad of shape that it’s already in, the panic and terror that will fill the hearts of each citizen in the city once they catch ear to these acts against them will bring Philadelphia to its keens. People will lose what little hope they have in there police and more chaos will rain down over the city, only the strong will survive. There will be a few who will be willing to stand up against such carnage, but will bravery be enough to fight someone who call’s themselves, “An agent of death”? This new menace has a new vision on mayhem and power that will have the town colored with blood in every corner, this protector the city think its been given will be overwhelmed with all the destruction that will be going on and total chaos will have taken the city under. Imagine a city without rules, without bounds. A person with no fear of the law or consequence from it, this is “Benji.” A cannibal and wanderer, “Benji is just the first of his kind coming out of the city’s underbelly, but won’t be the last. Philadelphia may think it’s been given a guardian, or protector that will keep the city safe, but with him comes a new breed of criminals. People more crazed an villainous that will pray on the city and its beloved people. This is a new beginning on both sides, two opposing forces manifesting under the same roof, and only time will tell witch will be the last sanding.