Vigilante Man

[Fenrir13]

„Sorry, I couldn´t hear you…hard to make anything out with the pliers in your mouth…“, the vigilante man said deadpan to the screaming gang banger tied to the chair in the trap (drug) house. Ricky Carson was the bane of the Atlanta underworld, ever since he left the FBI after executing a particularly nasty serial killer. The cops mostly left him be, which suited him fine, alltough every now and then a idealistic rookie would step in and fire at the man. So far he had remained mostly unshot, much to his suprise. Maybe, not for lack of trying but, he had mostly caught small fry. Carson lowered the pressure on the disfigured teeth oft the young man he tortured and sighted. Then he heard a young girls voice from the street. The 36 year old turned his back on his victim and glanced through the shutters. He had unshorn, longer black hair and a muscular frame covered in an old timey leather jacket. Deep, thoughtful brown eyes took in the scenery. Whats a kid doing in this ghetto?

[Void Phantom]

"Darn weather.". A young girl muttered to herself, as she ran through the ghetto streets. Julia was a simple 10 year old orphan. Her brown looked choppy and messy. Her green eyes having bags under her eyes symbolizng a lack of sleep her clothes were surprising clean, a simple black shirt anf shorts, and tan sandals. Abandoned as a baby, and after many failed adoptions, she decided to run away. The first couple of months were rough, but she made it through. Now she was quickly trying to find shelter from the rain, and stopped on front of the drug house, and heard screaming.

"What the hell was that?!" Julia shouted fearfully, debating on turning back

[Fenrir13]

Carson saw the girl and sighted. "Hrn. A runaway.", he muttered, shaking his head. Any foster home was better than this street in his book. "Looks like my priorities changed, lucky you!", he said to his victim and left him there tied to the chair. Then he went out at the sidedoor and approached the girl. "Hey, your all alone?", he asked, trying not to come off as too threatening. Shit, when was the last time he had talked to a kid?


(How does she look??)

[Void Phantom]

(alright I gave the description.)

Julia lightly smacked her face. "Cmon Julia, you can do this. You've slept in louder places." She thought. Then she heard the sound of a door opening. And when she turned her head a man was stand right in front of her. And she couldn't help but be nervous when he started talking.

"Umm..." Julia drawled out, attempting ong to hide her nervousness. "What would happen if I said yes?"

[Fenrir13]

(Where?)


"I might treat you to a meal. You look like no one is taking care of you.", he said, trying to sound friendly. He did look scary, but not at all like a child molester. More like the kinda guy who would brutally kill a child molester. Which was in fact kinda true, tough he was humane enough to mostly pity them as the mentally ill people they were. At least as long as they did not indulge in their urges. "Its kinda late. Maybe you can crash at my place.", Carson offered,"Just wait, I still have some business with the guy over there." The vigilante planned to plant some c4 in the house to clean his tracks. That usually worked, alltough it did sort of tip off the press. Sudden unexplained explosion did that.

[Void Phantom]

(right after Julia was a simple ten year old orphan)

Although she was still wary, Julia couldn't help but be glad that someone was offering a place to stay.

"I guess that can work." Julia said, calming herself. "But don't take too long. Last thing we need is getting mugged by somebody."

[Fenrir13]

(Getting sick? Huh??)

[Void Phantom]

(oof sorry I was juggling writing on two different sites, I'll fix that. Just fixed it.),

[Fenrir13]

"Don´t worry. No one is getting mugged on my watch.", Carson assured her cracking his knuckles. "Car is just around the corner...", he informed her and held the door open for her politely when they had reached it. He drove a 1970 Dodge Charger but for this he had chosen a less attention drawing vehicle. "So tell me about yourself.", he asked her unusually chatty as they drove off while he prepared to activate the c4 once they were out of the bad neighborhood.

[Void Phantom]

(hey I'm back from my mental vacation, so I'm going to take this slow.)

Julia carefully got into the car, fastening the seatbelt with a rushed swing. She couldn't believe the turn of events.

" Well my name's Julia, no last name." Julia started counting her fingers. "I'm ten years old, ran away from my orphanage at nine. And that's all I'm going to say.)