Lazarus snapped the man's neck. He still had nothing. He went up to the rooftops. He could feel the breeze going past his face. He heard a noise. It was a shriek. A woman's shriek.
Someone is trying to take a girl. These Demons have no code.
He went in the direction of the cries. He went to an alley and saw blood. He also saw a note, held to the wall by a knife. Lazarus took the note off of the wall.
You are a pest. You think yourself a hero? Then come find the woman. You have Twenty-four hours. We'll leave the door unlocked.
Lazarus wanted to rip the paper up, but this was his only lead. He needed to find out where they took the woman.
They can't have got far.
Lazarus had the places narrowed down to a warehouse or a club. He decided to go and try the warehouse first, but he was running out of time.
The warehouse was it. Lazarus walked in. The warehouse had the woman tied in a chair. She was unguarded, or so it seemed. Demons walked out from the shadows.
"Give up. We have you Four to one."
Lazarus took his sticks out.
"I like those odds." He said as he ran at them.
They had guns, but that doesn't matter if they can't pull the trigger. He threw one of his sticks at the last one that had a gun, it hit him in the eye and the man drooped his gun. Lazarus dropped the last body and untied the woman. She was in tears. She looked up at him.
"You shouldn't have come."
Lazarus felt confused. She should be grateful that he did come! He could have let her die.
"She's right. You shouldn't have come, but you did. I knew you would." An unknown voice said.
Lazarus turned to tell the woman to run and get help, but she was gone. Then he saw him. A man. He had a hood on. He wore long black robes. And most importantly, he was holding the woman in a very specific hold. One in which you would break a neck.
"She served her purpose, now she dies."
He broke her neck.
"Why? Why would you do this? Did you take her just to get to me? Who are you?" Lazarus yelled in frustration.
"They said you had a temper. So you are The Mask. Hm. My Demons seem to be lacking in skill if you are what is rebelling against me." He said in a cold tone.
"Who are you?" Lazarus at least wanted a name.
"I am what you have hunted. I am him."
No. This guy can't be.
He slowly lifted the hood off his head.
"I am the Devil Of San Francisco."
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Vigilante: Book One
General FictionA young man named Lazarus wants to make a change for the better in his city. When he starts to see the corruption that has taken root in his city, he knows he must act. Even if it means crossing old lines.
