Black Hart

What happened to the Hero’s? There are so few of us left, those willing to stand against injustice and fight for what they consider good. These days’ people have given up on the possibility of such a thing, given up on thought of someone willing to fight for those who are haunted by the streets of Philly and has become it’s pray. Nothing looks the same when putting on the mask, I’m able to see the night as clear as day, things that use to hide in the shadows have nowhere to hide. But it’s not easy to live in the darkness; I’m trying to balance myself between the light and the darkness that has adopted me. I will always stand for the side of the light, but darkness is my ally, my weapon, my gift and a curse that still finds a way to consume me. Two nights ago I lost myself in a battle against three members from The “Red Brick syndicate.” The damage that was done to these men was beside myself, I could feel myself letting go from control and allowing that feeling take over, that feeling of freedom. When the great man that taught me what I know and use against the streets discharge me from his clan, he may have been right to do so. There’s something inside me that he saw from the beginning, something evil, a blood lust that builds inside me as time goes on. I could turn my back on the streets right now and go back to the life everyone thinks I live, but then what? What happens to those that need this alter ego that I’ve created, what happens to me? This is my life now, I love the streets. And deep down I know a part of me loves the chaos that fills them, it’s this chaos that allows me to lose myself on those I catch in the act of creating the pain that is destroying the city. It’s the chaos that has created me and given me purpose. That purpose is to protect the weak, to be something they can stand behind and not feel alone in the dark. Not a killer or what I feel myself becoming. It’s the feeling that takes over that worry’s me; the want to lose control that haunts me. I’m scared I may kill someone in battle and destroy everything I’m trying to stand for; I stand and fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. But if I’m losing grip of myself, then I’m in trouble. I’ve already lost sight on Aaron’s life years ago. Stop workin and dealing with the everyday functions around the same time, I only see my mom and pop every now then. After telling them bout my actions, it didn’t sit well with them and I felt them pull back some. I still look over them each night and drop in whenever I can, they are my only link to what my life once was. I don’t regret walkin in these shoes; I guess its confusion and doubt that’s brought me to this point. Confused of what I’m becoming and worried that I won’t be able to stop myself from giving in to the blood lust that comes over me.