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Chapter 1
Getting started

It 5 P.M., I know that because I haven't taken my eyes off the clock. I keep glaring at it. It torments me, some times I just want to rip it off the wall and smash it into little pieces. I don't know how I deal with this s**t, but some how I do. Meh, it could be worse,I could be stuck in that hospital with the food that tastes like dead cat.


The good news is that I was able to find a little apartment on the lower east side of the city. I payed in cash, the manager asked no questions. By the looks of it, the hookers and crack heads outside gave me an idea this was no 5 star hotel.

It's been about week since I escaped that damn place they stuck me in. The police are looking for me every day. They kept this quiet from the press. I asked my self why, but I think I know the reason.

First things first, I have to get new clothes, something that will hide my face from the world. Must find something to hide the creature from the light. There were a few stores I saw on my way here. I bet I can find the things I need in them.

The second thing I need is some type of transportation. God, look at me, so far into this idea of being a hero, but still no idea how I will pull it off. It's funny, I feel like those old comic book characters, except none of them have the intention of murder and death.

Dammit, will those two shut up? ******** crack addicts in the next room. They're always trying to get high, and then they always start yelling at one another. Some times i just want to freaking cut their tongues out. Note to self, get a pair of pliers and at the store. I know my little pocket knife will deffently come in handy.

The third thing I need is to start walking around the streets. If I want this plan to work I have to scout out my area, escape routes, dark places, and any place I can work in peace. The loneliness of the shadows is always a comfort to my madness.

Well, I still have about 200 bucks left. I have to thank that Doctor for telling me where his wallet was. To bad he's six feet under. I wondered if he had a family? I wonder if he was loved? Is there anyone who will miss him? I shouldn't think of these things, but it's stuck in my mind.

I have no clear thoughts. Everything is clouded. How will I know the innocent from the guilty? How can I tell good from the bad? These are things I must ask later. First things first, get some food in the room and some new clothes. I have the craving for darkness, something that will fit me..