Apache: The Vigilante of Gotham

Chapter one

Now I know what all of you are thinking. Who are you? Where are you from? Then most importantly what happened to you? All are very good and appeasing questions. My real name is a mystery to even myself. I do not know my real parents. I was left to be an orphan for most of my infant life. Yes it was a very terrible state to be in. I do not remember those dreadful days. My sweet Native American nana adopted me at the young age of two years old. She gave me the name of Eagle meaning I was to be the guiding light and leader. Now my English name happened to be Justin meaning justice and fair. I thought went quite nicely together. Now my home was on the outskirts of Gotham City In the woodlands of the reservation for the Apache Indians. It was the most wonderful and fantastic place one could dream of for a young boy to grow up. Soon I realized the many struggles of the reservation with the constant annoyance of Mob bosses. They were always trying to buy our land for their personal gain. The Chief always refused. I grew up fast it seemed and my Indian brothers and sisters accepted me even though I was a white kid. Amazingly I never was treated differently or shown any type of hatred for the color of my skin, though it sometimes grew awkward learning of our past. I was trained in the way of the Apache warrior until I had finally reached nineteen. Then that one fateful day would change it all! It started out like any other day on the reservation slow and beautiful. The sun shining down into the valley to fill it with its warmth and beauty as its light danced across the earth. Then the sound of Cars could be heard coming down the gravel roads, leading straight to the reservation. This was not alarming to anyone because we were used to visitors. We also had vehicles of our own. Suddenly the craziness began! Streams and streams of bullets flew toward us! All anyone could do was run. I watched as my people were slaughtered and all I could do was run like a coward! I managed to grab my sweet nana as I ran to the building full of our weapons. I managed to find a Buck knife that I quickly tied to my leg with a holster, and began to run out of the building with my Nana following right behind. I saw as mobsters got out of their cars killing everyone they could! Then I saw him Mr. Falcone the head of all of Gothamkill them all I want no survivort want Black Mask to be Unhappy now would we?s throat! [From the side of course] He fell off of my Nana but it was too late he had already killed her. There I felt my heart die! I just ran as fast and as far as I could away from it all, I was a lonely nineteen year old man with nothing but a heart full rage and hatred. I managed to get away and somehow found myself in Gotham City there I vowed to get my revenge and kill the men who had killed my family and friends!