Guardian: My city, my protectorate

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan is owned by FOX as well as Aliens

Summary: 1 year after his defeat by HOMe and acceptance from the Morlocks, Vile has found his way to LA and adopted it as his home after a fateful night full of tragedy.

booyah: Fear not those were only his minions surrounding him. Of course we really shouldn't worry about the predalien right now.

Rainy day fight

It had been two days and all I could do was trace the possible existence of the warrior bred to the run down neighborhoods of a place the humans call "South Central LA", from what I had gathered from Father Horn and he newspapers it was a rough place to live and full of suffering. Who knows, maybe it's best I stay here a little longer and search you never know when suffering would rear it's maw for another bite of innocence.

I had kept myself well hidden in the shadows of buildings during the day and in the night I could slink along in the darkness as few lights were available. Unfortunately tonight was a full moon and there was little for me to use to my advantage, so I stayed to the roof tops.

I found during my two day stay, that the neighborhood although full of tough figures who bullied others, was also a very tightly knit community and they often protected each other. Of course they also ended up harming each other as well, which is what brought me into a nasty situation.

I had been jogging along the rooftops for around an hour after sunset when it started to rain. Although the rain was nothing for me to fear, my kind attracted the electrical impulses in skies like a magnet, so I was forced to take shelter on the ground. I hid inside an old cardboard box, it was practical that I should also keep dry. I had then been sitting in the box for about another two hours when I heard a loud bang in the building next to me, a duplex home, I was about to crawl out of the box when a young girl, maybe seventeen years old ran out of the side door screaming towards the dumpsters opposite of me. Six men followed her, most carrying hand to hand weapons but one held a gun. My eyes focused in on the weapon, it was small and mostly harmless to me. These men were mine.

As the girl tried to hid inside the dumpster a rat popped out and frightened her, she ended up on her ass. The rat skittering away while the men laughed at her. As the rat neared me I picked it up and stroked it gently, they were calm beasts until frightened. I whispered in it's ear with the gift speech that I possessed from the Hive. I set it down and it ran back over to the girl and stood on it's hind legs, again the men laughed. Then it spun around and ran back towards me, past me even. It had done it's job.

Confused by the rat's actions or perhaps sensing something unnatural behind them the men turned around. They saw nothing where I stood, it was after all pitch black. The lightening flashed and revealed my crouching form, they jumped back frightened of course. But after I did nothing they let their guard down and assumed it was the shadows. They shot crude jokes back and forth for a minute, until another flash came and lit the grounds once more. Again revealing my form only this time I was right behind the two who had faced away from me in their joking. The others in seeing my face and form took a breath and jumped back again.

The one man who decided it was better to run first, then look was smart. The other one just looked behind him and saw nothing in the blackness.

"Man what the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

"T-t-that thing man it ain't no shadows, man. It was right behind us."

"Oh please man, here I'll show you there ain't nothin' there." He produced a flash light from his pocket and shined it directly in my face. "Oh…"

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'fuck'." I offered as I stepped past him and picked up the girl. "Tell me what they did." While I spoke I heard the men gathering behind me, huddling in an attempt to rationalize my form. I set the girl down on the dumpster lid and let her speak, ignoring the chatter behind me.

"They killed my dad." She cried as she spoke. I went to comfort her when I heard the men behind me yell something.

"Yo, we don' want no mutie freaks down here, ya cathcin' what I'm throwin'?" The man with the gun said.

I simply stared at them and set the girl down. "Go inside, call an ambulance tell them there are six dead boys in your yard."

At this the men laughed, apparently they thought I was joking. "Yo, mutie I'll throw it at ya again. March 'fore cap your ass." When he finished speaking the girl was already half way to her house, and his gun was aimed directly at me.

I went into action immediately and whipped my tail forward, directly through his wrist. He let out a scream and his friends charged me with their weapons barred. I let them cover me as pulled my tail from the gun men's arm and brought it in. Then I showed them my strength as I tossed them all off in a deafening roar. They were scattered and unconscious for the most part, only two were still standing and their leader as far as I can guess had just bled his last. I let my sadistic grin spread over my face, it was times like these I was truly a monster. A monster to hunt the devils that pursued the innocent.

One of the men grabbed his weapon, a board with several nails, and he charged me with it. I turned towards him, mostly ignoring the other who launched his own weapon at me. A steel pipe, that I caught and with my strength imbedded into him as well as a wall several feet away. The man with the nail board, had seen this and started to run, I leapt in front of him and on to a malfunctioning light pole. His eyes were filled with fear as I took him and tossed him into the corner of the dumpster, the cracking of his skull echoing in the night along with the thunder.

By then the other three were up and gathered behind me. They charge before I could react, and had me pinned to the ground. At the mercy is probably what the thought, but they forgot about my tail.

"Mutie freak, jeez. Brainstem, he got Stem. Alright, lets play a game, huh, mutie."

"Alright flip a coin." The fool pulled out a coin.

"I call heads." He tossed it into the air as my tail sped to his head and neck.

"Good, tails always wins anyway." His head hit the ground as I tossed the other tow off of me. One, ironically got his head impaled on the lead pipe from earlier. The other was still alive and he fell near the gun, he grabbed it of course. I simpley padded towards him slowly, deliberately.

"Don't MOVE!" his voice was filled with fear.

"Don't FUCKIN' MOVE!" I came closer.

"I'll shoot I mean it." Closer still.

"Fuck you man." He fired off several rounds as I came on him. He eventually emptied the whole gun into me.

I grabbed him by the head and drug him to the roof of the building, he was crying and screaming the whole way. Begging, as if he though I would care. Ironic if you ask me, the killer was begging not to be killed.

"I'll go to church man! I swear I just watched man, I'm new they don't let me do nothin' but watch." He was in tears, he looked like a child almost.

"How old are you?" I asked, holding him over the edge.

"S-s-sixteen." He was still a child, and capable of such violence. I leapt to the ground and set him down. I was in a daze as to how he could be capable of this. "You're going to confess, tell everything, every last detail about tonight." He shook his head, nodding and almost smiling because of my mercy. "Now listen good, tell the police that he two cops were killed by a different monster. Tell them to stay away if they want to live, and tell this only to a 'Detective Mike Harrigan'. He'll know it was me. Got it?" He nodded and with that I was gone, back into the thundering night. And still there were no police.

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When the young man had come in for booking Detective Harrigan just wrote him off as high, until he said the keywords: "Blue monster". That caught Harrigan's attention and he made sure he would be able to talk to him alone. He got his wish, unfortunately his parents had lawyered him up. Now he was going to have to be carefull.

"Mike Goering, I'm Detective Mike Harrigan I havew a few question's for you." Immediately his lawyer sprang into action.

"He doesn't have to say a thing, you know that." The short balding man said.

"Relax, it's not about this case. I'm investigating the other homicides." Harrigan said, the lawyer got the jist and left, patting the boy on the back.

"Wasn't no homicide." The boy's eyes were wide with fear, Harrigan let him speak. "Some divine ass intervention and some demonic ass justice if you ask me. Ain't no mutant, no human can do that shit." The boy was shaking. "Some sort of demonic angel or some messenger from god, I'll tell you that. He just kept comin' I shot him and he k-k-kept comin' ain't no human that's for sure."

"Okay." It had just become to weird for even Harrigan to handle.

"And he told me to tell ya." Harrigan spun around. "He said he wasn't the one killed those cops. Theres another one, evil one. Said it'll kill you to if you don' stay out its way. Officer I think ya better listen to his message. 'Cuz God may give ya his infinite patience, but that dude. He only give ya one chance, remind you of anyone else, maybe with a skull attached to him?"

"You sayin' he works with the Punisher, kid?" Harrigan was confused.

"No, no, I'm just sayin' I seen both their eyes and my auntie she's from Jamaica. Taught me some voodoo. She said 'Boy if a man eva wears sum skull in his eye, you best be avoidn' him. He work's fer death.' And both them, both them had skulls in their eyes. Only his… they were different."

"How?" Harrigan humored the hysterical boy.

"The Punisher, he kills the guilty mobs and stuff white on black typical justice and vengeance.. This guy kills evil, his skulls were blaaaaaack. Black on white and full of fire, not punishment, not justice, pure black vengeance. Now I'm just waitin' fer that big black ugly bird to come into the show."

"So you think he's gonna replace the Punisher?"

"I'm sayin' those two if they ever meet in more than a simply nod and wink, goodbye nice to meet you sort of deal. It could go either way man, either way." The boy was quite after that. Harrigan to was silent, he tried to interpret the boys nonsense, and then he though of something. This thing was trying to get him off his tail, literally and since he had the boy deliver one message he probably arranged this one as well. Harrigan smiled as he left, he was to smart for this bug.

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AN: Well did you like the subtle "Crow" analogy? Well don't expect one to show up for awhile. I mean a long while too, like maybe his sixth story.