Post by TOMMY "THANATOS" KRISTOFFERSON on Jun 22, 2011 0:42:45 GMT -5
Another night, walking about in his usual manner, not being noticed. Tommy was thankful that people never saw him, it made it so much easier to scout for a target and to hunt. It was cathartic, just wandering with no location in mind, taking in the sights. The harsh neon lights left over from the 1970's, the trash littered gutters, the odd, dank smell that emitted from every alleyway was a unique experience that Tommy was allowed to absorb. It was the proverbial calm before the storm, a time to clear his mind of distractions before a kill. Tommy couldn't afford to have his mind full of inconsequential things while dealing out punishment to those mindless men who threw their gift of life away on whores and drugs. He was able to chase away the image of old woman Germish who came to him to bury her husband. The 87 year old had broken down and tears and Tommy had no choice but to calm her down. It involved hugging and rubbing her back, all of which was done awkwardly and somewhat stiffly.
No matter how he tried, Tommy couldn't get the image of the old woman sobbing out of his head. Not until he stepped into the streets, his leather jacket his armor against the filth and tempation that crowded every corner. For every five feet Tommy traveled, someone approached him without looking at him. Offering drugs, weapons, sex, people offered to give Tommy the world without making eye contact. Tommy needed that to tune out Germish's weeping face out of his mind's eye.
The highest point of human deprivation was around Tommy and it served to remind him of his purpose. To rid the world of those that misused the air that fine, upstanding citizins breathed. One, easy target caught his eye before Tommy had even entered the darkest part of the city. A fat, drunk man being lead into an alley by a woman, a prostitute. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, Tommy followed without getting to close. He leaned against the wall at the mouth of the alley, listening to the acts within. He would just have to wait until they finished and the woman left. They always left first.
No matter how he tried, Tommy couldn't get the image of the old woman sobbing out of his head. Not until he stepped into the streets, his leather jacket his armor against the filth and tempation that crowded every corner. For every five feet Tommy traveled, someone approached him without looking at him. Offering drugs, weapons, sex, people offered to give Tommy the world without making eye contact. Tommy needed that to tune out Germish's weeping face out of his mind's eye.
The highest point of human deprivation was around Tommy and it served to remind him of his purpose. To rid the world of those that misused the air that fine, upstanding citizins breathed. One, easy target caught his eye before Tommy had even entered the darkest part of the city. A fat, drunk man being lead into an alley by a woman, a prostitute. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, Tommy followed without getting to close. He leaned against the wall at the mouth of the alley, listening to the acts within. He would just have to wait until they finished and the woman left. They always left first.
