This is just one of my more DARKER stories:
I walk down the street, nowon sees me. I walk down the bridge, nowon sees me. I could shoot myself right now and I bet only 5% of the people around me would notice. They're all to busy with their so-called IMPORTANT lives to see people around them. I don't care, I don't WANT people to see me. Not in my line of business. I'm what you would call a vigilante. I just bend a couple of laws here and there to get the criminals.
I keep walking around the city, and I here there's been a fire. I run towards the location of the burning building. When I got there fire-men were already trying to put it out. I ran towards the building and busted down the door. The flames licked at me as though I were the devil himself. I didn't let that stop me. I listened to see if I could hear anyone who needed help. A scream came from the left side of the building.
As I ran a burning support beam came crashing down, luckily I avoided it and kept going. "DAMN! If one support beam fell down than that must mean I better hurry up before ALL the beams come down!" I said to myself. Finally I made it to the room where the screaming came from. I kicked down the door. "HELLO! IS THERE ANYONE IN HERE!?" I called. The next thing that happened took me by surprise. A man with a black mask came around the corner with a gun pointing streight at me.
As he squeased the trigger he said in an australian accent, "BYE, BYE SHIT-FACE!" Then the next thing I knew, A bullet stabbed right through my chest. I stood there, shocked. Then, I took a step forward. Then another step, and I started to run towards the masked man. I tackled him and we both hurtled out the window. As I landed on the pavement, I felt like my back was hit by a sludge-hammer. I could barely move, but the man. He was dead, his eyes staring back at me as though he were a ghost. While laying there, I thought this was the end. Then my vision went blury and I blacked out.
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Subject: Death to my Existance 
Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:28 pm