The Vigilante

The Vigilante

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She showed me the picture. It took my eyes a while to focus, the alcohol still running through my veins but as soon as my eyes adjusted my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. I gently took the photo out of her hands. I stared at it. "Who is this?", I asked still staring at the picture. It was a picture of the brutal crime scene i was apart of that had happened not even a day ago. Nothing unusual about it but in the corner, in the shadows, there was a person. It would be hard to see if you really didn't look hard enough but they were definitely there. They were wearing black and a mask to blend in but their eyes, oh their emerald green eyes. I remembered those eyes. Empty. Cold. Lifeless. They were staring at the bloody crime scene that was laid out in front of them. "I don't know. God, my father would kill me if he knew I showed you. I just saw it and it just creeped me out and I don't know I just-...i don't know." She ranted. She was hugging herself, looking at the floor. I looked up from the picture and directed my eyes toward her with an eyebrow raised giving her the 'you're my best friend and I'm a detective, I know when you're lying' look that alway makes her crack. She sighed and looked at me. "My father said..." And the next three words that came out of her mouth made my blood run cold. "He's The Vigilante."
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