So I guess you want to know what happened right? Well the story really begins two no three years ago. When my dahgter Julia was still alive. When I was a CSI the guy who determines how someone dies. I was the best when I sowed the body back up I left no marks. But thats not the point. My Juila was 18 at this time and going out with someone. I met him a few nights before she..before she was killed. There was something unsettling about him. Red hair and cold blue eyes. But I didn't judge him or say anything.

Then a few nights later it happened. I was setting at home when the call came in. A rape victim, 18 young, and I was needed. I arrived on the scene. And there she was lying face up my Juila. She was raped, stabed, and shot. I had to to examine the body. I was driven mad. But the sample I found matched her boyfriend.

When the court day came. It was a fisaco. The judge had to have been paid off. He got off on cirucmstantasil evidence. As he walked past me he bent down and wishpered in my ear. "She called for you."

So since then all I could do to keep the pain at bay was train. I worked out to the point of killing myself. It wasn't enough. I needed to kill him to rip his life apart. And now I've found someone who could help. A man named wheels. It is time for JUSTICE to be served.


(so what do you think?)

Wheels toke me to his place. An aboned aparment buliding. In there he had training rooms, gun ranges and work out gear. So for three months I trained and trained. Learning how to shoot, fight, and kill.

When we were done he had to give me something. On a table covered in a white cloth he ripped it off and under neath it. Two kantanas, two shotguns, two desert egales, and a bunch of daggers and grenades. "What is all this?" I asked. "Your tools." Wheels rolled over to a cabint, also covered in a white cloth and again he ripped it off, revealing a glass case and inside it was.

A suite of pure black. It was formed to fit over the body like a second skin, the arm parts ended in the hand with five claws on the fingers, it would cover the entire body. "What is this?" I asked again. "Your armor, it's made out the strongest metal, nothing can strach it. It's covered with a specail paint that reflects light when an electric current is ran threw it. Oh and about your guns, the bullets disentgrate when in contact with the air." Wheels rode away. And I looked at the suit. And fear crept into me. "I don't think I can do this." I said. Wheels stopped and looked back. "Well then time to reminde you why you must."

A night later I was dressed in the suit, it fit me perfectly, a sorwd strapped to my back and the desert eagles on my sides. "Cloaking now." I tapped a button on my wrist pad and the current ran through it. Making me invisable. The suit had long torn peices of black leather flowing off of it, and the mask which had a HUD in it. Looked demonic, black, fractured, long points on the side, and a mouth smileing in a sadistic grin.

Were was I going? My old home. The place my Juila had lived in. The neighborhood had gone to hell. I found the window easily enough it was opened so I crept inside, and turned on the switch. The floor was covered in needles and beer cans. I could hear people outside. I looked around and disovered I was in Julias room. In the center of the room her bed. I could see flashs of her as a child going threw my mind. Her smileing face and it tore me on the inside and then I saw her dresser.


I walked up to it each step heavy and filled with sorrow. I reached down and wiped away the dust and drugs and picked up a picture of her. Dark brown hair like her mother and my blue eyes. Tears filled my eyes and I didn't hear the door open or see who walked in. "Another party goer." A voice said. Behind me stood a skinny, mohawked, punk with studs and peircings all over his body, he held a bloody axe. "Well lets get started." He raised his axe. In the split second that he let it fall, I grabed hi hand twisted around and slamed his head into the vainty mirror killing him. "No I don't think so." I looked out to the open door and heard more people. A womans scream and manic laghtuer.

I picked up the body by the slashed head and dragged it outside, There standing in front of me were 8 others dressed like the one I had killed. "What the.." His words were cut off by the loud boom of my gun as it tore threw his head. "Die all of you." they charged and I readyed my claws, slashing left and right, three fell to my mad attack, their blood splatering my mask. The remaining five were runing, taking out my two guns I blew them to bits. "Wimps." I heard whimpering and opened the bathroom door. A woman was in a bath tub full of ice and another one dressed like the others was holding a knive over her. "Who are gack.." I warped my hand around the knive womans throat. "Say hi to hell." Then I blew her head off and helped the other scared woman out. "Run." She grabed some clothes and took off.

Walking slowly into the kitchen draging all my kills with me I piled their bodys infront of the stove and pulled out the gas pipe. "Good bye." I walked to the window ledge and turned away, pointing my gun behind my, I squezzed the trigger, and jumped blowing up my old home. And leaving my old self behind.