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.