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Edward Tiffany
This story is extremely mature. This RP will contain: language, murder, violence, and possibly other mature themes. I ask you proceed with caution

Day 1

Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy. Then again, I think everyone wonders that at some point in there lifetime. It's just sometimes the blood really gets to me. Other times, I can hear their screams in my sleep. I feel mad, but I don't feel wrong.

Oh how did I get this far? How did I get in this deep? Surely mother wouldn't understand. I think that's what hurts. I do care for mother. Father would understand. Yes, it was father who saved mother. Oh, why did he leave? Where is he now?

They say Father's dead. That or in prison. It's why I do what I do. You see, dad inspired me. He deemed himself a hero by searching the slums and dragging out the filth and making rid of it! My mom used to be a part of that filth. I guess dad saw something in her. He saved her from that life.

It's funny to know so much about your father and yet not know his name. Most call him villain, but how could someone who rids the world of evil be evil? Sure, his father was a little twisted. Surely every man was. Father was responsible for the death of hookers, but saved one. He saved mother. What he did is what changed mother's choice of career.

Mother doesn't see it that way. In fact, she always says that I'm the reason she left "that" life. Doesn't father deserve some credit for putting me there?

It's funny to envy a father that hasn't even told you his name. In fact, a father I've never met. No one knows his name for sure. They all just nicknamed him "Jack the Ripper." Jack. It's not a bad name.

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Day 2

Unlike father, I often believe in second chances. Despite the saving of mother, I don't believe father ever did. I think mother was simply an exception to his rules. Rules. Every killer (I prefer hero, but have come to terms with what I do) must have rules. My personal rules are:

1) An eye for an eye - the punishment MUST fit the crime.

2) Everyone can change (thank mother for this rule), but not without proper punishment.

3) Never work for one's own gain, hero's work for the people.

4) No looking back  - Once started, it will be impossible to stop

5) Never get caught (Father set the example)

The slums were a perfect choice to set these rules in motion. In fact, the need for justice is overwhelming. Not just anyone could do the job, but I'm not just anyone. I am a skilled killer. I am the son of a skilled killer.

It wasn't an easy task finding a rundown apartment that was not too rundown, but rundown enough to avoid looking wealthy. However, this place is perfect. I covered one wall with assignments, but still could put up more. I figure it's best to clear up this wall before I cover another. I try to stick to where I am needed most. I don't want to focus on little crimes while people are dying in vain every day.

The current assignment I have chosen for myself involves a 14 year-old girl. Now dead. At 14, I couldn't imagine she was making many choices on her own- if any. It will be difficult to decipher who deserves what punishment. Her name was Anna Belle.

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Day 3

I like to think of myself as an agent of sort. Of course, I'm nothing like a government employed agent, but I do consider myself one nonetheless. I do have "assignments" which I sometimes refer to as "cases". Unlike an agent, I both catch and punish the criminals.

Anna Belle. It was a beautiful name. What is that saying? Yes, the good die young. I assume the innocent as well.

I figured I should start my investigation with Anna's mother. The reason poor Anna came to the slums. I started with her place of work: the whorehouse. There I found that her mother, Mrs. Belle, came here for a man, as they all do. They lure them in with words like: I'll protect you or similar. It was there that I found the whorehouse wasn't just Mrs. Belle's place of work. It was her home. She was married to the pimp who owned the place.

Tomorrow I confront Mrs. Belle.

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Day 4

Mrs. Belle was a mess. In fact, she blames herself for the whole thing. I count myself lucky. Mrs. Belle will be punishing herself for the loss of her child until the day she dies. Still, rule 1 pounds in my head. Does regret for a lifetime match the crime of making a terrible mistake when it comes to men? It was stupid to drag her daughter into a place like the slums, but still...

Anyways, I grabbed some important information from Mrs. Belle. Surprising, she was so longing for a listening ear that I didn't even have to flash my fake cop's badge. I doubt she got much attention from her husband, the pimp.

In fact, I suspect the pimp, Mr. Belle of something more than just running a whorehouse. Mrs. Belle went on and on about how she came from a good family with good money. It makes me wonder what kind of a man could convince her to move here. I'm certain of one thing. Tomorrow I meet with Mr. Belle and it won't be pleasant. At least, not for him.

From what Mrs. Belle says, Mr. Belle is the only one who has ever touched Mrs. Belle, but he's far from faithful. It's Mrs. Belle's shame that keeps her here. Mr. Belle runs his whorehouse specifically for the higher up in the drug world, but doesn't mind "testing" the product. He's a smooth talker with a pretty face.

Mrs. Belle was swept up by the smooth talker and was swept off to the slums. By the time she realized what she had gotten into it was too late. The day after she arrived and the day she was to leave her daughter was murdered. One gunshot to the head. She should have really spent more than 4 hours with the guy before marrying and moving in with him...

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Day 5

His last words were, "I was helping her!" Then, I slit his pretty little throat.

I guess that makes me sound bad, doesn't it? Maybe I should back up. I'll start by saying he wasn't the one to kill Anna, but certainly was the reason for it.

Mr. Belle tried to paint a pretty picture of his meeting of Mrs. Belle. They met in a casino where she had gambled away her money. He waltzed in, flashed some big bills and promised them a life full of money, which wasn't a lie. He then bought her a beautiful wedding and brought her back to the slums to be his "personal girl". She was a just something to show off in his eyes. Yet, he claimed that she needed the money and he put a roof over his head.

It made me sick.

Worse, were the words he said to Anna, shortly before her death: "Go play outside!"

She was too young, unprotected, and he knew.

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Day 6

Mrs. Belle packed up her bags, got in a car too good for the slums and left this place behind. I can't help if she's left the thoughts of her daughter behind too. The death of a child. The reason why I vow not to have children. It's selfish, I know. I would rather not have children and not have to worry about hurt. Something tells me there is no getting over the death of a child, just moving forward.

Revenge. It's something I've always thrived on, but I've done all I can do. My resources are limited. Mrs. Belle is gone. Anna Belle is dead. Mr. Belle had gotten his. In a place like this there is no telling who did the actually pulling of the trigger, but the one who was charged with caring for Anna had been punished and it is time for me to move onto the next case.

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Day 7

I must say there has been negative repercussions to the death of Mr. Belle. It's times like this that I rethink vengeance. I'll way the pros and cons now.

PROS
-Revenge
-Some of the prostitutes working for Mr. Belle had left the slums after his death
-I assume Mrs. Belle has gone on to live a better life outside of the slums

CONS
-I am now wanted by Mr. Belle's goons. (The upside being they don't know WHO they are looking for.)
-Some of Mr. Belles' prostitutes have moved on to different, worse, pimps.

I'm not sure I can do this anymore. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to help people. What if murdering people isn't the answer?

That's not even the real issue. I'm becoming scared... of myself. Something changed the moment I held that knife against Mr. Belle's throat. It felt like a click and then a warm tingling through my very soul.

...I'm not sure if I can stop now.

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Day 8

I assume this is what they call blood-lust. It's not a pleasant feeling. Is it a feeling? No. I think it's a state of being. It's like going through withdrawals. Oh gosh, this damn headache. I've tried everything. I've become irritable, mean, and unrelenting with my words. I can't help it.

My mind goes back to that night. The blood oozing from his neck. This is bad. I know it is. I don't think this right. When did it stop being about the little girl and start being about murder?

Anna Belle. I see her now. I'm not sure if it means I'm going crazy or not. She talks to me. At times, she's all that keeps me from killing.

She tells me, Focus. Focus Edward. If you must do it, you must do it right.

I've decided to purchase a police scanner. I can't wait much longer...

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Day 9

Anna is still with me. Sometimes I wonder if she had ever really died, but the odd looks I get when I talk to her tells me she may just be a figment of my own imagination. Today I asked her why she didn't go to her mother. She tells me I need her more. I can't imagine a grieving mother needing her less, but Anna has become a great comfort to me.

I listen to the police scanner. Murders. Muggings. There is no shortage of crime in the slums. Anna constantly reminds me: the punishment must fit the crime. Drug shooting? No. They had it coming by choosing the lifestyle. Besides, could I justify murdering a murderer in this kill or be killed pace? Anna tells me not even one slip up. One time doing it "wrong" and I will lose all sense of self control.

Anna isn't the typical 8 year-old child, but then again she is dead.

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Day 10

Child abduction. The thing that makes me sick.

I was listening to the scanner early this morning, Anna was nearby, but not making her self known. I know she's always nearby even when I can't see her. I've come to think she's my guardian angel. I think the Lord knows I'll need one if I'm ever to get to heaven.

The child's name is Angella Martinez. She was taken for her home at the north most point of the slums. It was the best of the slums (which isn't saying much). There was a smaller crime rate there then everywhere else in the slums. People that end up there tend to have fallen in to hard times and can't afford a place better.

Angella's father, a single parent, works in a factory north of the slums. He often left Angie alone while at work. It was negligent, but I can't help to think he was doing what he had to do to care for Angie.

Anna sits next to me listening to scanner and typing away on the computer. I glance over to see her writing in the notebook and looking back at the screen. It's depressing seeing her working so hard at such a young age. It only furthers my belief in not having children.