#7 posted by - Mike
from an anonymous URL:
Another night on the streets. One more fire at an industrial plant. Can only imagine who would set it. This time he left his calling card just for me....Crimson. Unfortunate.
Only a matter of time before I can track down this lunatic.
Came too close to the police. As I was looking for clues in the smoldering ashes of the fire they saw me. Four days without sleep, getting sloppy. One of the cops got a shot off and hit me in the chest. Fortunately the vest held up, a few inches higher and I would be out of the game.
Police scanners were ablaze about the encounter, yet nothing on the news. Looks like they're trying to keep my work quite.
Damn, scanners are going off again. Another fire has come in near campus. Sounds like Crimson is starting early...
- Vigil
Fire at Industrial Complex
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
This is all...
# 6 posted by - Matt
from an anonymous URL:
my fault. I should of seen this coming. I told myself I would never let her get hurt. She's why I started this... she's the innocence that I need to know exists in this world.... and now she's in St. Jude's clinging to life.
I had heard rumblings last week of a massive event taking place on Valentine's. As I think back those junkies I busted a couple of days ago were singing like songbirds about someone named Crimson staging "a present for me".
I let my guard down.... I heard, but I didn't believe....I chalked it up to a junkie high and let it go.
I was stupid. If someone like me exists than so can Crimson.
Fourteen fires were set that night of the 14th. Fourteen different buildings gone, hundreds of people hurt....but the only one that matters to me is Stephanie.
We never really had a chance, she couldn't accept the path I was taking, and I don't blame her. But I told her I would always look out for her.... of all the promises to break, it had to be that one.
Some Valentine's....Whoever this Crimson is, he won't be in my city for too long.
- Vigil
Police released this photo today of a note found at the epicenter of this weekend's blaze - Matt
from an anonymous URL:
my fault. I should of seen this coming. I told myself I would never let her get hurt. She's why I started this... she's the innocence that I need to know exists in this world.... and now she's in St. Jude's clinging to life.
I had heard rumblings last week of a massive event taking place on Valentine's. As I think back those junkies I busted a couple of days ago were singing like songbirds about someone named Crimson staging "a present for me".
I let my guard down.... I heard, but I didn't believe....I chalked it up to a junkie high and let it go.
I was stupid. If someone like me exists than so can Crimson.
Fourteen fires were set that night of the 14th. Fourteen different buildings gone, hundreds of people hurt....but the only one that matters to me is Stephanie.
We never really had a chance, she couldn't accept the path I was taking, and I don't blame her. But I told her I would always look out for her.... of all the promises to break, it had to be that one.
Some Valentine's....Whoever this Crimson is, he won't be in my city for too long.
- Vigil
Police released this photo today of a note found at the epicenter of this weekend's blaze - Matt
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The gazebo...
#5 posted by - Abe
from an anonymous URL:
on the Lake. Last night baptized my brass knuckles. I decided that I wanted a little bit of a change from the routine so I paid Lake side a visit around 1am....Interesting, presents a whole different set of challenges. Fortunately there was a full moon so I didn't have to use the heat vision glasses that much....Funny, the park is in the middle of the bright city but at night in the tree tunnels there is no light. Definitely makes you more aware.
Maybe I was being cocky or perhaps I just felt a little too comfortable under the night's heavy blanket but I wasn't really trying to hide. I was just walking right down the middle of the trail. The night air was fresh until I caught a whiff of a familiar stench. It was somewhere between the dog-shit and vomitted cheese, I knew exactly what it meant....There were a couple of junkies up in the gazebo.
Technically they hadn't done anything wrong, they were shooting up but they weren't bothering anyone. So I decided to take it easy on them....big FUCKING MISTAKE!
I thought I could just spook them so I turned on the heat vision glasses and set them to take stills every couple of seconds and sneaked up on them. I'm getting soft, taking it easy on people I think haven't done anything wrong. When I told them to get the fuck out of there or go to jail that little bitch pulled a shotgun on me!
I'LL NEVER TRUST A WOMAN AGAIN! The first round hit me square in the chest but the vest held. I cracked her in the face before she could get off another round, then loverboy decided to get into the mix, messed him up good.
Each time I hit him I could feel the bones in his face smash. I finally had to stop because his blood was all over the glasses and I couldn't see. When I got up to pull off the glasses she threw herself over him and begged me to leave....That hurt more than anything, this guy is just some piece of shit and she's willing to die for him. If he lives he'll probably end up whoring her out for more drugs.
I backed off, I could hear him still breathing so I knew he wasn't dead. I walked away and called the ambulance.
....What am I doing?
- Vigil
from an anonymous URL:
on the Lake. Last night baptized my brass knuckles. I decided that I wanted a little bit of a change from the routine so I paid Lake side a visit around 1am....Interesting, presents a whole different set of challenges. Fortunately there was a full moon so I didn't have to use the heat vision glasses that much....Funny, the park is in the middle of the bright city but at night in the tree tunnels there is no light. Definitely makes you more aware.
Maybe I was being cocky or perhaps I just felt a little too comfortable under the night's heavy blanket but I wasn't really trying to hide. I was just walking right down the middle of the trail. The night air was fresh until I caught a whiff of a familiar stench. It was somewhere between the dog-shit and vomitted cheese, I knew exactly what it meant....There were a couple of junkies up in the gazebo.
Technically they hadn't done anything wrong, they were shooting up but they weren't bothering anyone. So I decided to take it easy on them....big FUCKING MISTAKE!
I thought I could just spook them so I turned on the heat vision glasses and set them to take stills every couple of seconds and sneaked up on them. I'm getting soft, taking it easy on people I think haven't done anything wrong. When I told them to get the fuck out of there or go to jail that little bitch pulled a shotgun on me!
I'LL NEVER TRUST A WOMAN AGAIN! The first round hit me square in the chest but the vest held. I cracked her in the face before she could get off another round, then loverboy decided to get into the mix, messed him up good.
Each time I hit him I could feel the bones in his face smash. I finally had to stop because his blood was all over the glasses and I couldn't see. When I got up to pull off the glasses she threw herself over him and begged me to leave....That hurt more than anything, this guy is just some piece of shit and she's willing to die for him. If he lives he'll probably end up whoring her out for more drugs.
I backed off, I could hear him still breathing so I knew he wasn't dead. I walked away and called the ambulance.
....What am I doing?
- Vigil
Monday, February 9, 2009
Can it really be...
# 4 - posted by Matt
from an anonymous URL:
a month? It's been twenty eight days now....and I don't remember what sleep is anymore. Night in and night out pounding the streets, protecting those who would be victims... it's an ever increasing tide of crime, and I feel it's water rising around me... threatening to pull me and this city under.
I don't know if anyone else can feel this... I didn't expect it to be here... this weight. A weight from deep within myself, purging up from a need to help those who can not help themselves...and it's a weight that never ends.
Even now as I type this, my police scanner constantly shouts at me another threat to this city, and I feel I must act.
Weight or no weight...this is my choice and my destiny to bear. ....And I guess I shouldn't say I don't remember sleep. I have found that the floor underneath my desk at the day job is more comfortable than you might think....Too bad I got this today, here's a photo....
Anybody hiring right now? Day shift only.
- Vigil
from an anonymous URL:
a month? It's been twenty eight days now....and I don't remember what sleep is anymore. Night in and night out pounding the streets, protecting those who would be victims... it's an ever increasing tide of crime, and I feel it's water rising around me... threatening to pull me and this city under.
I don't know if anyone else can feel this... I didn't expect it to be here... this weight. A weight from deep within myself, purging up from a need to help those who can not help themselves...and it's a weight that never ends.
Even now as I type this, my police scanner constantly shouts at me another threat to this city, and I feel I must act.
Weight or no weight...this is my choice and my destiny to bear. ....And I guess I shouldn't say I don't remember sleep. I have found that the floor underneath my desk at the day job is more comfortable than you might think....Too bad I got this today, here's a photo....
Anybody hiring right now? Day shift only.
- Vigil
Monday, February 2, 2009
Here it comes...
# 3 - posted by Matt
L:
from an anonymous URL:
the lies... the distortions. I knew it wouldn't be long before the media tore into me (though they still don't know exactly who or what I am).
And no matter how they spin it, without me, that robbery at Wells Fargo would have gone down a lot worse. Marcone's goons don't release hostages....compassion is not what they do. I had to take matters into my own hands.
I wish things had turned out differently. One hostage, an older lady.... her eyes pleaded with me to save her. I just wasn't quick enough... and then she was gone.
But one compared to the twenty that were in that building.... a building wired to explode the moment police made there way through that bank door....
Some saved or none saved... Which is the better outcome?
But no, all you'll hear is that I'm dangerous, a liability. Not a whisper about disarming the bomb or saving the others trapped inside. No, I get people hurt... I get people killed.
It seems the fight for my image might be the only fight I can't win....
- Vigil
Hey all, maybe you've been noticing these around the city too... Matt
L:
from an anonymous URL:
the lies... the distortions. I knew it wouldn't be long before the media tore into me (though they still don't know exactly who or what I am).
And no matter how they spin it, without me, that robbery at Wells Fargo would have gone down a lot worse. Marcone's goons don't release hostages....compassion is not what they do. I had to take matters into my own hands.
I wish things had turned out differently. One hostage, an older lady.... her eyes pleaded with me to save her. I just wasn't quick enough... and then she was gone.
But one compared to the twenty that were in that building.... a building wired to explode the moment police made there way through that bank door....
Some saved or none saved... Which is the better outcome?
But no, all you'll hear is that I'm dangerous, a liability. Not a whisper about disarming the bomb or saving the others trapped inside. No, I get people hurt... I get people killed.
It seems the fight for my image might be the only fight I can't win....
- Vigil
Hey all, maybe you've been noticing these around the city too... Matt
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