This is something Iv'e been writing for a while now, Iv'e always wanted to write a vigilante type story of some kind. So here it is It's about a young british teenager who decides to travel to America and opt a life of fighting crime. I should note that there is a lot of violance in this, so it isn't really for young kids. Chapter 1, Walking in the Dark. I love taking walks at night. They help to calm me down, so I can collect my thoughts after a hard day at work...and I think about my past. I head down the main road at the edge of my town and take a strole towards Radar Hill. (aptly named, it has a huge Radar/Mast of some kind on top of it, I'm not sure what for though). I walk slowly and carefully up the hill through the settled winter snow, my heavy legs plunge deeply into the soft white powder. ( the first wev'e had in five years). This is such a quiet town, I think to myself, very peaceful with only a few thousand people living here. But I don't have many friends, in other words I'm very un-sociable. Every week I hang out with a handful of friends Iv'e kept in touch with from college and that's about it, but that's enough for me.... I suppose I like being alone. Damn my arms are numb, Its very cold tonight and I'm not wearing many layers, but hey I don't need to these days. Hmmpph I'm rambling on, What I really want to tell you about is what I got up to a few years ago. In New York City. Thats right, The Big Apple its'self. I'm quite famous there, or at least the person I used to be was. I had a job there you see, not exactly 9 to 5 like most people. It was difficult sometimes, I'm lying, it was difficult all the time. But I did it because I had to. Every fibre of my being demanded it. I was a vigilante, a crimefighter for justice. Don't believe me? I don't believe it myself sometimes, but it was all real. It's an incredibley stupid thing to do now that I look back. And I paid the price....god did I pay. It all started four years ago, on valentines day 2001, a day that changed my life forever.