Vigilante: Book One

Let's just talk

Lazarus couldn't believe it. The Devil of San Francisco, In front of him. 

It's time to end this.

"Please spare me the whole 'You're a monster, it's time to end you,' I have heard it all before. I simply want to talk. Well, I actually want to end you, but I'm trying to prove a point."

Murderer.

"You have killed, countless people. Why should I not kill you here and now?" Lazarus asked in a loud yell.

"Why does anyone do anything? Because either it feels good, or my reason. The endgame. I have been at this game for ages, longer than you have lived. I have died and died over and over. You can't beat me. You killed Akimi, and that was your first kill. Well, he was a valuable asset, but he failed. But no one is ever really gone. I beat Dagger, and I can beat you. I can kill you. But you seem to have more potential than Dagger. Your training, it's strange. Your backstory, even more so. You see, you could have chosen anytime to try to stop me, yet you chose the one time I am vulnerable. When those USB cards were made, I knew that someone was coming. That something was coming. I think you have potential, that is why I am here. I know who you are, under that mask." 

Lazarus felt shook. This was bad. He was clearly a trained killer that has trained other killers. The robes suggest that he fills a very important, yet old roll. All of that combined with him knowing who he was under the mask was a recipe for doom. 

"You don't truly know what the Leauge of Demons is, do you?" 

"You are cold-blooded gangsters that care for a person as much as how deep their pockets are." Lazarus retorted.

"Amazing. I expected more from The Mask. I thought you would have seen that we are more than that just from the files you have.  I was wrong. We are not a 'gang.' We are something far greater and powerful." He said, shocked.

"Ah, so you are a cult, the rumors are true." Lazarus said with a straight face. 

"It seems my time is up with you, for tonight. You see, this building going to be surrounded in a total of one minute." Lazarus heard the sirens. "And you will be here, with bodies around you and no explanation or reasonable alibi. " He had a cold smirk. "Now, good night." With that last remark, he walked to the door, pulled out a gleaming silver key, pushed it in the door, and walked through it, but the other side of the door was not outside.

Lazarus was starting to panic. He had to get out of here. As much as he hated to admit it, the Devil was right. He would have no explanation and he would be unmasked by the end of the night. He looked the way he came, and he ran upstairs. He leaped through the window and ran across the rooftops. He took the long way back to his apartment to cover his tracks.