HERO 3

Ever since she was a child she always had to be the best. The fastest, the most skilled, the best it was all she cared about. Her parents had been killed by thieves when she was a child and she was put in an orphanage. She escaped from there immediately and even though she was only 14 she knew that she would do everything she could to find the men who had done this to her. After three years of wandering taking any job she could and learning fighting styles from anyone who would teach her. After tree years she finally found the killers. She was walking through a shit hole town at night when she heard screams and the sound of a fight coming from a house. When she got there this pompous looking man walked out of the house holding his shoulder.
"I suppose you are not going to thank me either?" he said as he walked towards her, "I spend my time stopping criminals and what do I get nothing but grief. Can you believe the little bastard stabbed me? Fuck."
He kept walking and she entered the house the door fell of what remained of the hinges and she stepped in.
There was a child lying on the ground crying and holding the head of a woman and around the room bodies were lying. The faces she recognised as the men who had killed her parents except for one whom she assumed was the boy’s father. Looking at the bloodied remains of the bodies she felt sick this wasn't the vengeance she wanted or needed all this was is waste human life, taken in a heartbeat. It was at this moment she realised that she had to stop these bad people but they needed to be punished by the law death was a quick escape for these people. She left the house and staggered into the local bar and sat at a bar stool. "What will it be?" asked the barman.
"Just a water please" she said still shaking.
"Water? Don’t make me laugh kid order a real drink or get out"
"Fuck you, you provayer of mind destroying liquid. You'll get me water and you’ll like it or I'll tear your head from your shoulders."
"OK.OK. It’s probably better if you don’t drink." He mumbled as he hurried off to get her drink.
"You’re just the type of woman I am looking for" Said a rasping voice from beside her.
"I am sure I am you pervert. Now get lost before I call the law." she said turning to face the law officer who stood behind her.
"Sssorry officer I.... have been having a bad day", she said sighing.
"I am looking for new recruits and I like the cut of your gib," he said looking down at her.
"Gib" she said slightly confused, "Ok I'll do it."
Within a year she had made quiet a name for herself, tough but fair. It was almost a year to the day when she was out on patrol and heard a scream. She hurried in the direction of the sound and as she got to the house she heard a second scream. Kicking the door in, she saw a bottle of whiskey and the bodies of a man and a woman. A man stood with his back to her over the cowering form of a six year old boy. As the man turned the ball of her left foot connected with his chin sending him spinning into the wall. She pulled her knife and walked towards him.
He screamed and began clawing at the wall behind him.
"Please don’t kill me. Pleeease."
"Don’t worry scum bag I am taking you in. No one deserves death not even a worthless shit like you."
The six year old boy began to cry and scream that it was happening again.
"How does the same shit happen to the same kid two years in a row." he kept saying over and over again.
"Don’t worry kid everything is going to be fine you've nothing to worry about. I'm here to protect you. I'm sorry about your parents"
"You stupid bitch," the kid screamed "my parents are dead they died a year ago and I was left lying on the severed head of my mother, by a hero like you. Now for the second time I've nowhere to live and no future to look forward to. And you think that I've nothing to worry about. What the hell is wrong with you people?”
She stood there mouth opened staring at the kid, the same kid she had seen one year earlier and had instantly forgotten about.
"I'm sorry" she said, "It won’t happen again I will look after you. I'll take care of you from now on."
She was still staring at the kid when the killer got up and hit her on the back of the head with the whiskey bottle.
When she woke up the first thing she saw was the body of the boy impailed on the kitchen table. She picked up the bottle of whiskey, drank then puked and then drank some more.

HERO 2

My shoulder crashed against the door frame as I projectile vomited in the general direction of the toilet. As I caught my bleary eyed reflection in the mirror I noticed that I was covered in Blood. After a few moment of panic I realised it was not my own and the image of a beautiful girl appeared in my head. As I slumped to the floor I struggled to remember what had happened last night. Where is the girl and what had happened to her. As I lay there brief images skipped across the corners of my mind, faces I did not recognise and placed I did not think I had ever seen. Suddenly an image and a face come together and I was on my feet. Time to find out what had happened last night.
As I ran through the streets I could hear the people mutter as they saw the blood stains on my clothes but I didn’t have time to stop and change I felt that something bad had happened last night and I needed to get to the bottom of it. I arrived at a shit hole bar in the middle of the bad quarter of the city, this was the place and the face was that of the fat ass bar man. As I entered the bar I decided I needed this information fast.
As his lifeless body fell to the floor I stepped back and thought 'Shit maybe I over did it a little' but fuck he didn’t tell me everything but he gave me a name and that was a start. Unfortunately the name he gave me was of a big time mob boss who ran this side of town. 'Things are going to get messy' I said to myself but shit that's the best way for thing to go.
As I got to the mob bosses house I crushed the first guards head against the wall and head butted the second so hard it leaves a dent on one side of his face and I was pretty sure he was dead. I kicked in the door of the house and walked in.
The mob boss was sitting on a seat with a girl. I walked up, grasped her by the neck and squeezed until here eyeballs popped. Then covered in his girlfriends eyes I turned to the mob boss and grabbed him by the shirt.
"What happened to the girl I was with last night you piece of shit" I spat at him.
"What girl you crazy bastard, you went out with me. Got smashed and tried to get off with a transvestite when I pointed this out to you, you kicked the shit out of her then staggered out!"
I snapped his neck and got up. 'Shit' I thought 'I had better get home', I have been out all night and my mother will kill me. I can hear her now 'Malcolm look at the state of you I'm not cleaning those clothes and if you've hurt yourself you'll get no sympathy from me'
As I walk out the door I nearly fall over the girls body 'Fuck it' I pick up the body and drop kick it against the wall. "Ya that felt good" I say out loud as I walk out the door.

HERO

As the boy regained consciousness he looked at the bodies of his parents lying in the centre of the room, he couldn’t even scream his head hurt so much. He lay there while the men had stabbed his father and cut his mothers head clean off her body, as they laughed and joked.
The boy couldn’t understand why this had happened, his family was poor, had no money and didn’t even own the house. They had broken in late at night when he was sleeping. He had run to see what was happening his father had pushed him against the wall where he had hit his head. The men had killed his father first and then turned on his mother. Now he was the only one left, he had picked up his fathers knife and was holding it in front of him as the men approached.
"Well now, quiet the legends you guys are, four men against a five year old boy!" said a voice, "I bet you’ll be telling this story for years to come. Maybe I should even up the odds?"
As the men turned they died one by one before they could even raise there weapons.
"Don’t worry kid I'm Leon, Justice of the peace and distributor of justice. You have nothing to worry about any more." He said as he picked the kid up and started to walk out of the room.
"You stupid bastard," the kid screamed "my parents are dead I've nowhere to live and no future to look forward to. And you think that I've nothing to worry about any more. Why didn’t you come in earlier?"
"Well, I don’t think you know how things are. Still at least you can know that your parents have been avenged and that justice has been served. After all I couldn’t have killed those bad men until they committed a serious crime. So really your parents died for a good reason. I mean if I went around killing people that were about to commit crimes and had not committed them yet then I would be no better than a common vigilantly."
Leons eyes widened as the kids knife entered his shoulder. "Fuck" he screamed as he dropped the kid and started to walk out of the house. 'Aw well' thought Leon another victim who didn’t even have the manors to thank him for his work. He looked back as he walked out the door to see the kid lying on the floor, cradling something in his arms and crying. It was then he realised he had dropped the kid on the decapitated head of his mother.
‘Time to head home to my wife and kids, it's steak night and I want to make sure I get the biggest piece.’ Leon thought as he closed the remains of the front door and walked into the night.

The death of Ricardo part 3

As Kelly lay in the store room the others lay in different rooms experiencing the same intense paranoia. All except David Addison and M who sat in the sitting room. M lay on the couch eyes closed as David Addison paced in front of him.
"Well now M you appear to be more resistant to the drug than the rest of them. You see I had spiked all of Ricardo's alcohol, which is why I brought my own bottle of Merlot. I guess while I wait for you to succumb to the effects of the drug a bit of Monologing should pass the time. You see Ricardo and I were business acquaintances, we exported high quality extremely rare chemicals for personal use. I created them and Ricardo distributed them. We had it sweet the Spanish authorities had no idea who we were or even that we were creating the drugs in there country. However after I created my latest drug I needed someone to test it out on as Ricardo was away I felt it would be best to try its effects out on his lovely wife and children. I never liked them you know and they were always scheming to get rid of me. HA.HA” he laughed “that is to say I always dreamed of getting rid of them. Do you know his wife actually wanted an equal share in the profits?” he turned and looked at M, “Well of course you wouldn’t. Well after they died, painfully I might add Ricardo became shall we say a little upset and threatened to go to the cops. However firstly he decided to flee the country and ended up here. By a stroke of luck I stumbled across Roberts blog site which mentioned a man called Ricardo who had moved here from Spain under suspicious circumstances. Now all you people have to do is die and I can return to Spain and enjoy my new life.”
“I’m afraid that you won’t be enjoying your new life or for that matter any life at all” said a voice which sounded like M’s but infinitely more chilling.
“What….How…….Who” David Addison stuttered.
The man who had once been M laughed, “What am I doing? Well I’m going to kill you. How am I able to walk after your little drug! I have been filled full of drugs for my whole life as the idiot doctors tried to cure what they did not understand. Who am I. I’m X, take a good look as I will be the last thing you ever see.”
The next day the cops went back to investigate Ricardo’s murder scene and found every room in the house covered top to bottom in human blood. No bodies were ever found and no one was ever arrested.