Edward Blake aka the Comedian, one of the oldest heroes of the generation stood ontop of a roof top, sitting down smoking a cigarett, after lighting it up. He was dressed in his costume, and had the usual grin on his face. He blew out a puff of smoke, and grinned, as he held a gun his hand. A hand held machine gun he looked down into the streets of New York, people zooming around in there electric powered vehicle's, courtesy of the most famous superhero Dr. Manhattan himself. He didn't care tho, he enjoyed the new technology like anyone else, but he knew it was all a joke. "A joke that no one gets but me. "He said with a laugh looking down into the streets, wondering if Rorschach was writing in his journals in the middle of another monologue regarding the state of America, and the rest of the world. The Prostitution, The Murderers, the Thieves, he was a parody of all of it, and the worst part of all was he enjoyed it, he reached down, and cracked open a beer drinking some of it, he wondered what the other Watchmen were doing. "Like I give a damn, I've got some heads to bust. "Slinging his gun around his shoulder, he headed inside the building ready to keep up the good fight.
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Fior Lambasa sat in his office, a gun in his hands, there was a gun in the hands of every-else in the room. He'd called a meeting. The Lambasa's were a rapidly growing Italian Mafia in New York, and even had some connections in Las Vegas. Fior was doing his best to lead the family after his father's unfortunate death, despite his eagerness to become the Godfather he'd never anticipated his father's death, and had respected him greatly. But there was no time to be thinking of the past.

"Alright then boy's we need to be talking about the events that recently went down, one of our restaurants was taken out in a tragic fire, we all know that's bullshit plain and simple, I think the Givanna family is responsible, and I say we send them a message."

He looked at Frank, one of the oldest members of the mafia, and one of his dad's closest friends, and his main advisor. He was respected almost as much as Fior. Frank spoke up.

"Alright here's what we do, there having some sort of bakery, or whatever now listen up. "He begins explaining his plan.

Malik Aziz looked out the window of his fifth-story apartment building. This would be his first night out as a superhero/vigilante and needless to say he wasn't sure about the idea anymore... Oh well, he said he'd help people and this seemed to be the best way of doing it, or the quickest way of getting killed. He had bought parts of an outfit for himself from several locations and now donned a black fedora, and mask, plain shirt and jeans, and combat boots. He had thought about a cape but decided on a leather trench-coat instead, it would look less conspicuous and be more protective in a fight. He carried a switchblade knife in his pocket and had a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder.

Carefully he swung a leg over the windowsill and climbed out, balancing on the ledge below the window. One at a time he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before proceeding. He had earlier decided on an area of downtown that he knew was pretty dangerous but not so much that he would get seriously injured on his first venture out and headed in that direction, scaling the wall towards the roof of an old restaurant.

Rorschach's Journals April 14, 1976. I look down into the streets of the city, a dead carcass slowly rotting. Is there any hope? The people call me many vile words. Bastard, Vigilante, Criminal? They call me what I oppose, the scum of the earth get lawyers to defend themselves to roam the streets, while the innocents rot behind iron bars? Am I truly evil? Who defines morality? For Centuries Religious Texts have spoken how can you call out your brother when you yourself have done more wrong then them? Do we have the right to judge, do any have the write to judge. He was once again speaking his own Monologue's regarding the situation of New York, and the world which he sought to protect, while as Waler Korvacs he lived a life of seemingly peace, and loneliness, not that he minded.

To him what was the point of interacting? He didn't care for pleasure. His costume was on, his black dotted mask, the black shapes moving as if on a lava lamp. He took out his grappling hook, and shot it forward swinging to another building. Another night on patrol, he wondered if the night would be good to him, what scum he could eliminate, he was currently investigating nothing. He saw someone movement, he leaned down not out of fear, but out of a desire to stay hidden, was this a mugging in the works, focusing he saw this was no mugging, another masked adventurer as the public called them. He stared at this man, he could sense nervousness from him, he had no idea what he was doing.

Rorschach didn't enjoy working with others except Dan, and the other Watchmen. He looked up into the sky, the sun was setting, the skies turned an eerie shay of gray, illuminated by the red sky. The perfect time, he was nocturnal, he crept through the nights, taking out the trash. He began walking forward, moments later he appeared behind the man walking with practically no sound, he put a hand on the man's shoulder. "What are you suppose to be? FrightNight? Your costume looks ridiculous, and your movements predictable."

Malik yelped and twirled, nearly losing his balance and falling off the roof. "I-I, uh, I'm, I'm going to take care of this city. I'm going to, uh, deal justice on those who are set free by the judge and jury but who don't deserve such freedoms. I'm- Cool mask." Malik wiped his hands on his jeans as he spoke, not really looking at the man who had come up behind him, but when he did look up he was mesmerised. He shook his head. "Yeah, I'm, I'm gonna fight crime. Um, who're you?"

Rorschach was not shocked, he'd grown use to the business, the shock. He enjoyed shocking criminals the most, seeing the fear in there eyes. Converting the predator into the prey, it was the best feeling in the world. He hadn't always been this way, this cruel, this violent, this sarcastic. The thrill of seeing the blood of the damned had not always appeased him, a case he'd went on few years had shaped his morality forever, and shaped the way he viewed the world, and humanity in general, and even affected his ever so famous journal entries. "I'm Rorschach." I thought I was pretty popular, but it's a good thing that people don't know me, makes job easier. Cool Mask? Using the world Cool, conceited, nervous no experience, will probably end up as the next Dollar Bill. "Just stay out of my way and don't get yourself killed" As he said that he heard a scream, across the alley, two men both with knives had shoved a girl against a brick wall.

Rorschach frowned under his mask, he didn't have time to wait conversing with this new man. He pulled out his grappling hook. "We have work to do, at least I do, if you want to help, do so without messing everything up, if you want stay here and lubricate in your clothing. "the grapple shot forward, the hook attaching itself to a roof top, and he shot himself forward, pushed by momentum, the hook dug into the concrete landing on some stairs he landed on the stairs perfect deterity, the hook retracted into the grappler, and he leaped of the stairs descending into the streets below, the sun set darkness descending above the city, slowly being lit by the flurry of cabs, bill boards, and buildings. He had no concern for that, swooping down he kicked a criminal in the chest propelling him backward, the girl screaming for help, as he charged forward stabbing the hook into the knife hand of the other thug. "Move, get the hell out of here now." The lady in fear began rushing away, as the other thug grabbed his knife, and charged forward swinging widely.

Malik jumped at the scream, he stopped for a moment at Rorschach's words but shook his head. Yes, he had work to do. He would help this girl... as soon as he got off of the building... Carefully he slid to the edge of the roof and looked down. There was a fire escape and a Dumpster. Quickly he made his way down the fire escape and onto the Dumpster, then jumped off and headed to the fight scene, pulling out the knife as he ran.

He approached quickly but cautiosly and saw that Rorschach had already taken care of the thugs for the most part. He was engaged with one but Malik could see the other had gotten up after being kicked and had a knife ready. With great precision and skill, Malik flipped his own knife so he was holding the blade, then hurled it at the other thug. It caught the man in the hand, causing the thug to drop his own knife and turn towards Malik. Malik charged, hurling himself at the thug's abdomen, knocking them both to the ground where he had the knife ready.

His footsteps pounded on the rooftops as he made his way across the city. Garrucks massive body moved quickly across the rooftops. His breath was heavy and was slightly visable. He didn't have any thing to do at this time as no one sought him out for his abilities to track any one down.he worked for all sorts of people, didn't matter if they where good or not. The only thing that mattered was the hunt and keep his abilities sharpened. The being her came after always knew when he was around, it was more fun when he could hear their panting and whimpering when he stood near them. It was the ones back he truly liked,it was brave and savage of them to try to defened them selfs against him.

He stood still on a rooftop starring across the city as it lay dormant to the earth. He knew he would be busy soon, but who would look for him now and actually find him.

Rorschach wanted to tst the new guy's skills, if necessary he'd move in and take action to finish off the muggers himself, but he wanted to see whether the Cool Mask was legit. To test him to see if he really was as people said these days 'cool'. The thug Rorschach had stabbed tried to move forward, but he slammed the thug against a brick wall, police sirens were flashing. "The girl's called authorities, as much as I hate to say it's best to leave this in there hands." He said speaking to his new potential parter, unlike Nite Owl II he was more brutal, his fighting style was deadlier, somewhat improvised. He was trained, he was in some form of Law Enforcement, and he was good.

He had wrong assumptions, this man not conceited, he could feel the passion. He wanted to put down criminals, not for publiciity, or attention but for the sake of making the world a better place. He watched as the first thug he'd slammed against the wall now slumped against it. He grabbed his grapple. "Come on let's go." Moments later he led them to the roof, as police came to arrest the muggers. "You are a capable fighter, you fight with experience as if in some form of Law Enforcement? Perhaps the Police, FBI? Who knows, I cannot deduce your occupation with one battle. I cannot invite you into the Watchmen, still because of your lkack of experience, and I do not have time for a chat right now, the night is still young, and the darkness grows." He said looking down into the crime infested streets, he'd find another crime soon enough." Don't get cocky that gets you killed in this line of business, and never comprormise. "He said giivng the new guy some advice because he had grown to think he was 'ok.

Malik scrambled to the rooftops following Rorschach. He listened carefully to what the other man had to say, figuring he could use any advice he could get. He had read somewhere about the Watchmen but didn't know that much, having just moved to this city a few months back. "Don't get cocky, uh, don't compromise, got it." He repeated between pants. Indeed, the night was still young, and adrenaline was flowing through Malik's veins. He thought about returning home with this victory but also considered looking for another crime to stop. He'd have to find a better way of getting round town, this running across rooftops and up and down buildings was hard stuff. That grapple gun was pretty cool.

(Malik was about to say something when he looked up and saw Rorschach's mask. He thought it was cool and complimented it. Malik himself does not have an alias as of yet. Sorry, should have been more specific, my bad.)

Rorschach was busy, he wished he had some sort of police computer, but he didn't. he'd use what he had at his disposal in his pursuit of ending crime, people told him the dream was unrealistic. He nodded to Malik. "Take those lessons to hurt" He grabbed the Grappler Gun, and shot it off swinging away, wondering what to do next. Standing on another roof top he paused looking around, he pulled out his map of New york City, looking aroudn the city, his inkblock mask shifting as he saw something police sirens, gun shots rang, he held the grappler hook, within the next few moments he'd arrived at the scenes landing on top of a car, shooting the hook into the wheel of the car, the tire was flattened, driving out of control. The Vigilante leaped forward bursting through the window delivering a powerful kick to the thug in the driver's seat, while turning and kicking the thug actually driving out the window.

"HOLY SHI-" Was all he got out as he was sent out the window sliding across the pavement, Rorschach took control of the vehicle, as the first thug moved in, he skidded to a stop, and the thug bashed into the window. The Vigilante emerged, as the police cruisers following him came to a stop, two policemen emerging guns raised, Rorschach climbed out the vehicle stuffing his hook into his coat. The cops were in shock. "Wow! Rorschach that was increadible Hey HEy! Can I have your autograph please for my daughter she;" He looked at her. "I'm not doing this for publicity, I'm doing this to help people, I'm doing what's right stopping abuse." I won't let people go through what I suffered. The police opened up the trunk, filled with marajuna, the vigilante frowned beneath his mask, obvious disgust. He decided to sign his autograph, before walking away.
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The Comedian was on Archie with Dan Dreiberg aka the Second Nite Owl, making there way into Mexico to recruit a potential vigilante, an arsonist who took out her flaming addiction on criminals in Mexico, and had made enemies with many Mexican Drug Lords, who'd used there influence to get her arrested. Comedian was in his costume, and heavilly armed, Dan was also in costume. "Eddie don't you think this is crazy, America is one thing but a foreign country." Comedian laughed. "You kidding me after what I've done in 'Nam, and other places this is a damn walk in the park." He said machien gun in hand, the doors of Archie sliding open, as they landed near the prison, Dan had used one of Archie's numerous functions to disable the prison's alarm systems.

"You coming with me Dreiberg?" He said climbing out, steeping on foreign soil, he lit a cigarett, stashing it between his teeth, inhaling and exhaling the life shortening fumes, while Dan strapped on his utility belt. He took out his pocket laser firing it at a wall, drilling a hole in it, Comedian kicking the wall where Dan had drilled. The kick shattering the cement where Dan had drilled. "Come on Bird Boy, we've got work to do." Raising his gun he moved in. Alright Hellen Mitchels here we come, hopefully you'l leg to burn some corrupt assholes. He'd brought along a Molotov cocktail just for her to get on her good side, and he'd loan her his lighter if she was really good.
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Fior sat in his home eating some pasta, everything was going good now, with Frank's plan, the bakery would go good, they'd had some inside man in the Givanna family, there bakery was growing in success, maybe they'd match his family's own successful chain of restaurants. Not if I can help it. Smoking a pipe at the dinner table, not that anyone was eating. He was wiping his gun clean, the plan was simple, they'd stash something in there foods, food poisoning, poision one of there recruits, and then a member of another family the Cologne's. That could intiate turmoil between the familieis, watch them tear each other apart, then at the last minute take them both down.

"I like the way you think Frank, no wonder my father kept you around all these years. "He said getting up, he wasn't going to sit around cleaning weapons, he had more important matters to attend too, heading outside he got into his car, and began heading towards a local strip club Shake N Bake.

Helen Mitchells was trying to think of ways to get away from her captors who were keeping a close eye on her now. She sighed, looking out the window of her cell as she thought of her family back in North Carolina. They must have stopped looking for her by now. She felt her eyes water as she looked at her locket around her neck, her last gift from her mother before the incident happened. She heard a loud boom from a few yards away. Rushing over to the cell door, the seventeen year old looked out to see what the commotion was. Her eyes widened, seeing two men standing there. Why were they here? She looked back out to the stables real fast, sighing when she saw that Flicka was still alright.

Dan moved in kicking down a guard, with the alarms down, Dan had a remote, using it Archie sent out a pulse disabling the electricity, pulling out a flash light from his utlity belt, while Comedian raised his gun firing rubber bullets, the pressure slamming a guard against the wall, whipping out his swiss army knife. "Come on Hottie, we gotta go." He said slashing the bars in half, then busting them down, he tossed Helen the Molotov Cocktail. "We ain't got no time to talk, we need to get out of here before more of these corrupt bastards get here, the damn police are run by the drug lords, Birdy get the horse." Dan used his laser to get the horse Flicka free. "Comedian, Helen let's go we need to get to my vehicle" They could hear the roaring of vehicle's, Comedian smashing his gun into a guard who was charging them. "Alright get on the horse we gotta move! He said as Dan began leading them back to Archie.

Michael smiled charmingly at a beautiful woman sitting across from him in the restaurant that he had fancied for a long time now. It was an Italian spot, Lambasa’s Pizza and Pasta, and a nice place to go if you wanted to hit a girl’s weak spot. The restaurant was dimly lit with two candle for each table, giving off a romantic look to the place. The woman sitting across from the young man appeared to be Mexican American, but her attire didn't show it. Her father happened to be a wealthy American man who fell in love with her Mexican mother who became a citizen only a little bit beforehand. She wore a glimmering black dress and had her hair styled up to show her face that was lightly caked with makeup. Michael sat opposite to her in a white tux and gloves. The gloves were fashionable, but he only wore them to cover the calluses on his hands.

“Oh Mr. Carter! You’re going to make me blush with that smile of yours.” The woman said to Michael. He just laughed lightly to himself before taking a sip of wine from the glass in front of him.

“I apologize, Maria. I’ll try to keep an unpleasant look on my face. How about this one?” Michael said as he furrowed his eyes brows and pouted his lip. Maria just giggled at his joke before blushing. She straightened herself out as she saw the waiter making his way over.

“Are you ready to order?” The waiter asked with not as a polite tone as he would with usual guests. It was the 1970s, but that didn’t mean people forgot about his skin color.

“Yes, I’d like the shrimp Alfredo pasta.” Maria said.

“And you sir?”
“Give me the Chicken Marsala.” Michael answered before the waiter walked away with the orders, not bothering if they wanted anything else. Fuck you too.

Eques wandered the streets smiling and waving to the homeless and the sick dying in gutter "Cheer up sir! Vote Nixon!" he pleasantly told the drunks one by one as he walked through the dark streets, the lights overhead flickered briefly showing his gas mask. "Hey man... Are you a spaceman or something?" a stoned hippy asked Eques and he walked boldly, Eques laughed and shrugged off the man "Hey man" the hippy said as he grabbed the coat of Eques "are you a spaceman or something?" he asked again. Eques quickly twisted around to face the man and squatted down to where the man was sitting "Whoa man." the hippy said as Eques looked at another homeless man only a few feet away before looking back at the hippy "No, No I'm not.." he said getting louder as he rose to his feet "No I'm not you sick vermin piece of garbage" he screamed at the man before he kicked the mans face into the wall, the hippy collapsed and tried to cover himself and Eques brutally stomped away at the mans head. "Hey what are you doing!" someone yelled from across the road before rushing over to confront Eques. The voice had a deep Italian accent to it so when the man got close enough Eques turned quickly and lifted the man through the glass in front of the Comic Book shop where the hippy laid unconscious "Jimmy no!" a womans voice screamed from the darkness, Eques ignored the screaming voice and entered through the front door, brushing off his coat. "Sir, I'm Eques and I'm trying to clean up these streets for all of America" he told the man calmly as he closed the door behind him "And the last thing I need is an immigrant like you getting in the way, you don't deserve this country you alien!" he said to the man as he shook him "I am American" the man told Eques "Oh dear god sir I'm so sorry" he replied "here, let me call you an ambulance. Wait here sir. I'm Eques by the way" he said quickly as he got to his feet and wandered to the door "You son of a bitch!" the female voice screamed through the door "Giorgetta no!" the man quickly said to try silence the woman, Eques looked back stunned "You lied to me" he whispered before he punched a hole through the door sending the woman flying onto the road. "Goodnight sir" he said to the man before he removed a pistol from his pocket and shot the man in the middle of the store. Eques kicked the door down and approached the beaten woman "Goodnight bitch" he said coldly before also shooting her. A man looked down from his bedroom is shock "Don't worry sir, I've sorted out the problem" Eques shouted to the man before giving him a thumbs up and returning to the near dead hippy in front of the store "Now where were we?"

Malik had followed Rorschach in hopes of witnessing another amazing rescue. The more he watched, the more he learned, the more he would be able to do. He came out of an allyway right as Rorschach reached the vehicle and it was moving too fast for Malik to even hope to see what happened. Oh well, He thought. There're plenty of other people who need help.

Malik began meandering through the allies. This seemed to be the favourite place for muggings and the like. It wasn't long before he heard another scream but this time gunshots were involved. Malik nervously wiped his hands on his pants and pulled the rifle from his back. He crept forward and around a corner. Farther down the ally he could see a man beating up what appeared to be a homeless guy. There were other homeless people around and Malik could also see the body of a woman. It looked like the comic book store had been raided and Malik wondered why anyone would steal comics.

"Hey, uh, you need to leave that guy alone." He called, barely keeping his voice from trembling. It was hard enough for some people to understand him with his Middle Eastern accent, stuttering wouldn't help. Being out on patrol with another cop was one thing, being out here alone with people who probably wont hesitate shooting him was another. "Back away, and put your hands in the air." He raised the gun and aimed it at the assailant.

Fior was sitting down, counting some money, he'd made his way to Shake N Bake, he was getting involved with the rising African American Crime Family. They were often associated with drugs, but what they did they did well, sure some of them were more ignorant then others, and perhaps they were less feared, but they were just as dangerous, if not more brutal, ,and rapidly growing. His own family, and rival families grew at a steady peace, and mainly families joined in obviously, the Blacks were gathering people from all different families, it was true that suffering, he'd heart news one of the members of his family had been killed by that masked adventuerer Rorschach, he'd heard about these 'Superheroes' he'd dealt with a few in the past, he sipped his martini, as Rashad Collins sat down by him a drink in his hand.

"Alright So this partnership is established, the Collins, and the Lambasa's, Imma get my boys to support your place, sides we love to get us some pizza, something aside from another damn piece of chicken, we ain't slaves no more." Fior just offered a friendly smile not wanting to offend him.

"This partnership is established, soon we will bring in more people, but there is another problem we must both face, and it's growing the police are our mere pawns, but we have a growing enemy Superheroes." Rashad grinned as if he'd dealt with this uprising of masked heroism, he'd done it, and he'd even encountered the Comedian on one occasion, a near lethal one.

" I know one of them sent my brother to the hospital, called himself the Comedian, my boys are out to get them, They did something to you." Fior nodded explaining how they killed one of his men. "We should join together against a common one, a force against us with no rules, a shoot to kill mentality, there's no prison with them, except the depts of hell, I say we kill all of them, contact your men, any of these clowns show up in our turf, we deal with them. "

He took another drink. Rashad nodded. "You cool with me, alright let's do this, let's have a blood bath, hell let's even put out a reward on there heads." The two grinned, and both drank, spreading the message a reward out for any Masked Vigilante's dead or alive, preferably alive for interrogation purpose's.
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Rorschach was at the Comic Book shop, writing in his journal at another gruesome scene. Rorschach's journal l it seems these killings again, this is a dangerous killer, perhaps a serial killer, the targets are unknown possibly a race related killing, another Captain Axis in the works, rumors are he's escaped prison, must look into this case further. He stopped writing, the police had arrived, two people dead, Mexicans, Illegal immigrants, he'd had a short conversation with the police, despite his reputation for killing criminals he was well respected by the police force, even by those who didn't respect him, and considered him a sociopath. He stood on a roof top observing this, he enjoyed being on the roof, instead of standing in the streets amongst the people he was supposed to be protect, he turned. "I will find this killer, whatever your motive is racism, or perhaps something else, it must be deeper."

Izzy tromped down the sidewalks, hands shoved into her jacket as she went, the sounds of screams still ringing in her head and the coppery smell of blood still fresh in her nose. A drug bust that was coming to their gang earlier that day, busted by the mask Rorschach, they found the one who had originally ratted the runner out to the police and it was her job to deal with him. God, was she a gang member or an officer? She did what she did best, with a sigh and a shake of her head she pushed away the screams and curled her fingers to banish the phantom feel of blood and skin from her touch. It wasn’t because she hated doing it that bothered her, it was the fact she was so accustomed to it or dare she say that she was beginning to like that power that made her squirm.

Her steps slowed as she saw the familiar blue lights of cop cars, a murder it looked like from the body bags being taken from the comic shop. She paused far on the outskirts of the crowd so as to not draw attention to herself as she watched, taking her hands out of her pockets, wishing she was in uniform and not on the other side of the fence. Her eyes traveled up the building and she spotted the ominous form of someone standing on top of the roof. It wasn’t an instant recognition but only a few moments and she knew it was the mask known as Rorschach; she tensed a bit with fear, shoving her hands back into her pockets as she lowered her head and shoved through the crowd to move away from the scene quickly.

"Back away, and put your hands in the air." came faintly through the air as Eques finished off the homeless man, he quickly twisted round to face the man. "Phew, your here" he said with a relief "Look, I'm just doing my part sir. You can finish up here if you want to" Eques said as he turned around to walk away before he looked over his shoulder to get one more look at the policeman, he squinted through the visors in gas mask and quietly said "You son of a bitch". Sirens screamed in the background, more people would soon be here and Eques knew that maybe some of them wouldn't see the goodness of what he had done, he needed to leave but there was still this guy he had to deal with. "Goodnight sir, our paths shall meet again. Until then I am Eques" he said before quickly reaching into his pocket and throwing a grenade, a thick yellow gas quickly streamed out of the chamber as Eques ran towards a nearby fence and quickly scrambled over it into the night leaving a trail of death behind him.

Jason King woke in his small cotton bed, roaches scrawling across his walls, the smell of piss filled the small apartment. Another day in paradise he grudgingly said as he looked out over the city, "It will all be over soon" he said to himself quietly as he opened up his window and walked to the kitchen and made himself some cereal with the little food he had left, the checks had stopped coming from the government and it was now impossible for Jason to find work since every job he could have had has been taken from the immigrant plague filling the decaying streets and what was being done about it? Nothing The Minutemen men had once stood for goodness and justice, when America was the greatest power in the world but what did America have now? A glorified vigilante, retired sluts and cowards, a genius obsessed with his own well being and a god unwilling to help the Americans he should be saving, oh how a few years changed everything, it was now up to him to save America from the sect-pool it now become. Eques thought to himself as he looked to the mask that faced him at the end of his table.

Malik was startled to see the guy was wearing a gas mask, what on earth was that about? He was about to repeat himself when the man took a few steps back. Wait, what did this guy want him to finish? He must be crazy or something. Malik was about to tell him to put his hands up again but the man threw something.. a grenade! Malik ducked back around the corner but instead of an explosion, yellow gas started spewing from the end. Malik was wary though, who knew what kind of gas it was. He raised his rifle but knew he wouldn't take a shot. He wanted to aim for a leg or something that would stop the guy, not kill him, but he couldn't see clearly through the fog. Finally, Malik hear sirens in the background. Time to exit the scene. Quickly he ran back the way he'd come. Let the cops figure out the crime scene, Malik couldn't save those people, but maybe he could still help others.

Michael was seen digging into the food he had ordered, loving every mouth watering taste of it. He was bachelor with money, and he didn’t regret the way he earned it one bit.

“So your textile company is booming?” Maria asked, trying to break the short silence. Michael politely took a break from his food and wiped his mouth with a napkin..

“Yeah, it’s… incredible. I’m possibly in the best point of my life right now.” Michael said as he smiled at the woman.

“Mr. Carter, you need to stop. When do you think you can get me into a magnificent dress made by your company?” Maria asked as she put her pasta aside and gave him a flirtatious smile. Michael just chuckled, making Maria’s smile fade.

“Get you into a dress? I’m still wondering how I can get you out of the one you have on.” Michael said with a distinct charm he had nearly perfected. Michael smiled at her with same smile she had displayed when asking him about the dress. Michael didn’t even see what was coming next. Maria’s hand moved swiftly and slapped the left side of his face before giving it soft and tender hold.

“You are a very bad man Charles.” Maria said before letting go of his face and smiling seductively. “Let’s go then. My place?” Maria said as she stood up and brushed herself off.

“Perfect” Michael said before taking a check book out and singing out for about double the amount he would have needed to pay. Thanks Charles Carter… for being so easy.

Parker strolled down the street, bags in and whistling to himself. As he passed people, he would nod politely at them. It was a nice night in his opinion. The moon was bright and full, a nice breeze was rolling through, and everything was peaceful. He stopped in front of an apartment building. A man exiting the place kept the door open for him. Parker thanked the man and entered. He climbed the stairs all the way to the highest floor of the building. Approaching a door to the right he paused in front of it. He shifted the bags around so that he could reach inside. He lightly tapped the door with his foot and waited three seconds for someone to open it. A large burly man in a cheap suit that was a size or two too small appeared with a scowl on his face. Parker smiled brightly with his eyes closed “Greetings good sir, but what are you doing in my apartment? “

The man’s scowl deepened “What the fuck are you yammering about, this is- “he paused in mid sentence as he was suddenly aware of something protruding out the side of his neck. He slowly felt around till his fingers came across the hilt of some sort of knife. His breathing became frantic as his lungs contracted the oxygen they were unable to fully acquire, his mind trying to remember when he’d been stabbed, his eyes had been unable to catch it, just who was this guy? Parker strode forward his expression not changing.

“Oh, perhaps I should rephrase that, I mean the apartment I just came by “as he said this he plunged two kunai knives into the mans eye sockets. Just slow enough that he could catch it for his final sight. He let out a wet strangled noise before crashing back. Parker stepped on the mans body and crossed the threshold. The sound of the mans fall had alerted those inside to an intruder, they immediately armed themselves. Parker entered the living room and counted ten men, three standing in the hallway to the left. He pursed his lip as he surveyed them all. “Hmm, such a small number of people, I would expect more from such a celebrated crime lord. The title is very much underrated “

The drug lord in question was reclining on a chair in the center of the room. His eyes were narrowed in a questioning way with a bit of hostility. He snapped his fingers, not feeling this intruder was deserving of any final words from him. Parker’s smile shifted over to a darker more sadistic shadow of a smile. He shifted slightly and began counting

“1, thwack, 2, thwack, 3, thwack, 4, thwack, 5, thwack, 6, thwack, 7, thwack, 8, thwack, 9, thwack, 10, thwack “

The boss blinked and found himself surrounded by corpses. All of his men lay dead on the ground, their fingers frozen on the trigger as knives stuck out of various lethal spots on their bodies. Parker walked through all the gore with the pep of a man strolling through the park. He came to stand before the boss, bearing down on him with a soulless stare “I just arrived here not to long ago and immediately found a job waiting for me. That was the annihilation of your gang, i’m sure you’ve noticed in the last couple of days all the string of deaths occurring, linked to your men, locations you have control over burned to the ground. Hell even family members put to rest. I like being methodical you see, kill a cat and might as well kill the kittens as well “

The boss’s eyes widened in shock as the phone started ringing

“Oh that will be your last man standing calling to inform you your family was killed in a tragic break in. Of course he’ll be dead in about an hour himself, that branch of poison is not as fast acting I usually employ but the good stuff is so expensive and hell this kind is much more painful or so I’m told “

Tears streaming down his eyes, the defeated man slumped to his knees on the floor before Parker. His head bowed in grief. Parker grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to meet the other mans eyes “Aw, don’t be so sad, you’ll be joining them soon enough. Then again, after all the cruel atrocities you’ve done, I daresay the golden gates they’ve risen to won’t accept scum like you. Oh, no it’s the dark abyss of hell, but like I said, that’s eventually. In the meantime “ he licked his lips, a ravenous look overtaking his face “ I’m starving and the meat taste the best when it’s fresh “ the boss opened his mouth to scream but was knocked unconscious as Parker stuck a needle in a certain part of his body. Ensuring the man would be asleep for the next hour, long enough for Parker to partake on the good parts of the body.

Helen followed them and jumped on her horse, ready to get the hell out of there. She looked at the bottle of cocktail that was handed to her and she placed it in her saddlebag. "How did you two know my name?" She asked them, confused. She didn't know what they wanted with her, or if she was in danger now. SHe fiddled around for her matches, scared that they would hurt her. She had spent four years away from home after first being kidnapped. It was scaring knowing if they were caught, she would die first. She was unsure now. "Where are we going?"

Malik started to make his way home. Through this single night he had been able to help another masked vigilante rescue a woman from thugs, but had been unable to save the two Italians or the hobo from that crazy guy. What was with this city? So much mayhem even with the police trying to prevent it. But then, that's why Malik had decided on this escapade. As a police officer he could only do so much, but as a masked 'superhero' he would be able to stop those who evaded the law. Not that he himself was above the law, and Malik had to be careful that he didn't go too far with these nightly adventures.

He had taken the hat off and was carrying it in his left hand. The thing had blown off twice tonight and he didn't need to go chasing after it, he'd just ditch it in his apartment. It might look good with one of the suits he had. He contemplated taking off the mask. It wouldn't do to be stopped by the police and questioned only to have them find he was one of their own. He walked along a side street, taking a zigzag way back to his apartment. He needed time to rethink this plan. As a police officer he was pretty much fearless, but as a masked crusader he was clueless and vulnerable and that left him with plenty to fear. He'd made it across the rooftops that vigilantes loved so much, but there was no way he'd try that again. He couldn't count the times he'd almost fallen off. Maybe a cool car or motorcycle would provide better, and faster transportation.

Izzy kept her head down, jacket collar pulled up to hide her tattoo as she went. She needed to get far away from that crime scene, a supposed gang member at the sight of a murder with Rorschach around wasn't exactly the best situation she could find herself in. So, just keep your head down and take the back way until you get to your apartment. Yea, yea she could get out of there with all of her fingers unbroken that way because she wasn't sure if that crazy mask would believe her claims of being an undercover officer. Her thoughts were interrupted as she barely missed running into a man on the street and she quickly apologized, forgetting her facade for just a moment. "Whoa! Sorry man, wasn't payin attention." Looking up finally, she was greeted with the sight of a man wearing a mask. She wasn't certain she'd seen him before, was he new to the scene or just some poser? "Uh, what's with your get up?" The blunt question slipped out before she could stop herself but an investigative nose was in her nature and she wanted to know what this guy was doing running around the streets wearing a mask. If it turned out he was a hero then hopefully he'd just let her on her way despite the gang tattoo but hell, she was already standing here might as well ask.

An hour and a half had passed by, and Michael was now sitting at the foot of a bed with just his boxers on. The smiles and smirks he had worn on his charming face were gone as he stared coldly into the documents in his hand. Maria was lying down asleep and naked underneath the ruffled sheets on the queen sized bed, a sight Michael seemed to pay no attention to. He didn't enjoy this part of his life too much, but it was what got him by. He figured if he was good at taking money from others, then he might as well do it. Unlike his brother Rashad, Michael didn't make his own money and he didn't mind it either.

It only took a few minutes for him to get his clothes back on and to make his exit. He slipped the papers he had taken with enough information to take money right from underneath another wealthy family. He found his Cadillac parked outside out front. Before he could get into his car, he took a good look at the beautiful neighborhood he was in. He loved the way it looked, but it wasn't his style. He needed the city streets he had grown up in. He let the radio play as he drove deeper and deeper into the city. He was listening in as the radio host talked about the vigilante and crime rates skyrocketing.

"I think I'll go out tonight... Take the late shift." Michael said as he smiled knowing how much later he went out compared to other vigilantes he had ran into.