The Shadow Knight Begins: Part One: Dark Origin

Chapter 7: The Shadow Knight Strikes!

JOURNAL ENTRY# 2

It must be likely four or five weeks since I last wrote in this journal.

Summer has just begun, and I am writing the next entry in my journal in what I believe may be the first of a bunch of chronicles on my exploits as the shadow knight.

I'm writing so who ever may find this journal someday will know one thing, I survived. But the next entry at the end of this will probably be years later because some important things have occurred that have required me to place my operations somewhere besides lunar temporarily, and have shown me...I have much to learn, particularly in myself and the path I must take to make sure in never go down the path of darkness that my powers originator, the liquid miasmic mutagen does to those with a weak mind, heart, soul...or a vengeful mind like mine on evil.

I'll explain why in this entry, it started when I was training out in the caretaker of the graveyard holding my sisters graves Storehouse.

I was working up a sweat, the images of the grinning Brain of crime: Dorian finch, my supposedly traitorous cousin, the night skulls, the red death Gang...and most of all Blackie Nelson, accelerating my adrenaline allowing me to push myself forward, getting stronger.

My anger and hatred at their evil, and my want for justice for my sister's murder...and everything else they had done burning in my mind.

Currently I was using my powers to attack some concrete pillars I had made in my spare time.

I had recently found that my enhanced strength had doubled and now I could lift 100 times my weight and my punch...was enough to shatter concrete now.

I had also managed to use my powers to alter my voice to an unrecognizable demonic like voice, perfect for scarring criminals, if my glow in the dark eyes weren't enough.

I stopped my training, my inner turmoil over what had happened in the past month and a half had never gone away like miss Darby thought, in fact with her death, added with the other tragedies it had gotten worse and the brains threats on my family didn't help. My mother whenever she went into town always looked over her shoulder to make she that she wasn't going to be jumped. Rachel was still recuperating in the hospital but as you know, some parts of her would never recover.

My father was under the brains thumb the worse, being forced to make under the table checks to his criminal empire under threats to his family if he didn't.

I wondered if Jeremy knew about that, and if he was part of that too!

I sliced the concrete block with my fist yelling in frustrated anger.

I had been sparred, while the rest of my family suffered for it.

Maybe it was survivors guilt, I don't know...but whatever the case I had nightmares, horrible nightmares. Like the one had wrote about earlier. They never went away; my mind had been damaged by the trauma of the attack, so I would forever have these nightmares and emotional pain.

Whether or not you, the reader think it was my fault that those deaths happened or not is irreverent because I believe that it was my fault.

I was weak.

I couldn't be weak when I fight the criminals of this city.

But besides my pain, I had an intense anger and two sets of hatred in my heart. One poised against evil itself and the other against the corrupt council and the brain of crime...and my traitorous cousin...he out of all of them would have a lot to answer for.

On this day I asked myself the question...was Mariko's death, and Rachel's rape and the other events afterward really my fault?

Finished with my training, I thought this question and looked at my calendar to see if I was right or wrong.