A Bleeding Heart

Prologue

The sound of rain hitting the ground was the only thing that could be heard for miles. Citizens rushing in the streets to escape the endless pour of water from the sky. Many businessmen yelling and waiting for any taxi to shelter them from the rain. Family outings were canceled because of the tears being shed from above.

People would take advantage of this foul weather by excusing themselves from work or using it as an excuse to stay in bed and lay around. Others cursed the weather, traffic would slow and be brought to a complete hault. Plans and dates had to be reconsidered and changed but these minor inconsistent were nothing compared to the clouds that swallowed the light and casted darkness throughout the city, as the dreadful water continued.

Muffled cries of citizens being drowned out by the rain. Gunshots being muted by the loud booms of thunder. Many criminals used this time to enact their worst crimes: robbery, murder, assault, anything goes. However, some criminals knew better than to try anything this late at night and especially during this weather. For it was not only the underworld that thrived at night. There is a man who stalks the street of Seattle to ensure all is quiet. One who only comes out at night to deal with criminals and ensure they would never hurt again.

However, this 'justice' was often met with broken bones, blood, dead bodies, and often massacres. There were very few who could remember their attacker and if they did, well they either stayed silent out of fear or were dead.

Mugger: Shit! Shit! Shit! Just leave me, alone man! You can take the money if you want!

He turned left and continued to run. The man tripped on his own feet but quickly picked himself up and continued to run harder. He turned into another alley but realized it was a dead end. The criminal tried looking for a way out of his situation but registered the fact that he was indeed trapped. Caught like a predator's prey and toyed with right before the predator snaps its jaws around the prey's neck. His breathing was becoming more and more erratic. He tried calming himself but nobody could be calm in his situation. For he knew who was coming. Specifically, WHAT was coming. Although he knew it was pointless, he pulled out a knife and readied himself for what was coming.

Mugger: This can't be how it end right?! Fine then, I'll take you on motherfucker! I'll kill you and piss on your grave. What are you waiting f-

Then the single light that was shining over the alley began flashing. Never staying on for too long but never going out either. Each time the light went off and came back on, the man's grip on his knife tightened. His was shaking and blood began seeping out of his palm. A result of his grip against the worn and rough grip on his weapon. All of a sudden humming could be heard.

?????: ain't no grave...body down...

The mugger began to panic even more. His legs were shaking and the only thing he could do was stare at the origin of the sound. As the song became louder an outline of a man could be seen. ut the man continued to sing coldly until he was right below the light

????: Ain't no grave could hold...my body down.

Now fully revealed in the light, the prey could finally lay eyes on the predator that's been chasing him. Dressed in all black. His mask had a visor spanning the front that was colored a darker black than his uniform. He had two swords sheathed on his back and a holster for a firearm on his leg.

The stranger moved his hand for the pistol on his leg and slowly raised it from its holster.

"Please man- just stop okay! I have a family!" The man seemed to stop for a moment. As if he was considering the man's final words. However, the moment left as quick as it arrived. He lifted the gun ever so high and pointed right back at the mugger.