This is not supposed to be long, it is the epilogue, so don't get onto me because of its length.
Nightmare stared in horror at the blood spilled because of him. Grey was dead. Alvosta was dead. All his fault. All his fault. He had never wanted to kill anyone, just put them in prison. It was no longer his choice. He was going to be known as a ruthless killer till he died. He never had a choice in the matter.
He called 911. "Hello, I'm here to report a murder. It happened in Joseph Alvosta's office building. That's right, the tall one. I'm keeping my name anonymous. Oh, and there's someone else here that you'll need to pick up. He committed suicide. Get here as soon as possible. Bye."
He jumped out the building and onto another. He left Alvosta and Grey to their graves, and him to his job. He could see a street punk robbing an elderly man. Swinging down from a telephone line, he dealt a flying kick to the head.
"Wh-who are you?" the punk asked in fear at the sight of the red eyelids and black outfit.
He almost smiled. "Nightmare."