Chapter 1 (continued)

There are still a few good things left in this city, a few good people, and a great view every once in a blue moon. I remember times when the setting sun and rising moon could take your mind of the terrible hate and injustices of the world. You dont get that feeling very often anymore. Not when the smog blurs the red and the gold of the sun into a murky brown vomit color. And the moon? Well lets just say night time in this city doesnt do anyone, any favors. If your an sort of decent person, you simply arent out at night. Why risk your life to have a night life? I'm not sure, but if people didnt, I'd be out of a job. It's almost neverending, the sound of gun shots followed by sirens. An endless sort of waltz. Cops following the criminals, right foot, left foot, forward, and back. I suppose Im just one more dancer in the lineup, one with a little more responsibility, sure, but still just one of the minions trying to attain the ultimate goal. Justice. I pursue it, chase after it, its what keeps me going. I've sworn to attain justice for my famliy that died at the hands of the greedy hate filled people who run this world. THE RIGHT WAY. Not stooping to their vile ways and just shooting them in the head, but truely bring them to justice. Like Death, the greedy are always hungry.