As the shadow stretches its knurled clawed hands across the land Justice is blind, blind to the corruption that causes her streets to be littered with decaying souls that have been scorched and blackened by crime. Human debris litters the sidewalks, hallowed mouths; lips laced with dime bag treats, byproducts of the rich and untouchable. The stench hangs heavy in the air, the vomit in the gutter from the junkie with the needle in her arm, coagulated blood and semen splattered on the brick face in the alley. The streets are no longer safe; people lock themselves away behind glass doors with the delusion of keeping the darkness at bay. The candles’ flicker whisper against the dark, “ give us hope, we did not open the box.” as the soot is heavy in the air and trying to smother the last flames. The embers of the human spirit can be found underneath the heaviest ash, waiting. The actions of the morally corrupt stoke the remnants of a societies foundations and the vigilante is ignited. A flame that grows in intensity as the clouds purge, torrents fall from the sky, let the battle rage.
Sanctuary cannot be granted to the evils of men. The silhouetted figure that approaches your ivory tower without the sense to back down and a steady trigger finger will show you the mercy that was granted to the virginal girl you turned into a whore. Get down on your knees and don’t close your eyes, you will be witness! The approaching boatmen knows how you will pay, gorged flesh ripened by the agony of those weaker than you. One by one they fall and each knew what you now know, everyone stands alone to be judged. The weapon is loaded and your name is etched, this one will carry your blood down into the gutters to be washed away with the filth you infected the innocent with. All the while as so many scurried and averted their eyes and did not dare speak out, you should have known evil begets evil. Tarnished souls have little to lose and so much more to gain, ammunition is cheap and this cause is stronger. Darkness, the only place light may shine. “CLICK!” ................. Karma’s a Bitch.
I am submitting this to the vigilante film give-away contest because for me this is the basic embodiment of vigilante films. It’s very stylized I know but it’s what came to be so I am going to roll with it, be gentle :P
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