Vincent sat with his friend Davis on the couch, they were watching T.V, it was about 5:00 so the news was coming on. The breaking story was of certain interest to him. Because it was him! He looked as Davis looked to him.

"I hear that guy has no soul! He's like death, just slices up and kills all the criminals he encounters with his scythe!"

The news anchor went on to read this report: "Crime, running rampant on our streets. But lately Milwaukee has adopted its own 'superhero' or, 'menace' depending who you ask. This hooded man has donned the identity that most milwaukians infamously or endearingly call "Darkness." Police have however been on the look for this vigillante. As it is illegal. So, if you see him, regard him with extreme caution. Police urge outmost caution. His victims are often most mutilated and outright decimated. But all his encounters have been linked with numerous crimes. Including his Northern Grand Bank bust of a few nights ago."

Vincent looked "Gee, that guy must be some kinda do-gooder, one of those really over the top guys. Know what I mean?" He said somewhat uneasily.

Davis just laughed. "Dude, this guy's a nut. He walks around with a scythe for christs sakes." Davis said with a slight laugh. "I mean, what does it take for somebody to just decide to do something like that. Take the law into their own hands like they're the ultimate voice or something."

Vincent only sighed, muttering under his breath. "You'd be surprised."

"What?" Davis looked with an eyebrow raised, having missed what Vincent said.

"Nothing, Whatever this guy's doing, he's doing it because he feels its what's right. I mean look at this, half of these people dont even care. I mean they've shown statistics, in the 2 weeks that this "Darkness" has been in town, crime's been cut down 30, sure murders and such are up, but i mean. Shit, its people dieing that have killed and raped in the past, right?"

Davis just blinked. "Uh sure. I still think the guy's a nut but whatever, Im realy impartial to the guy, if he's 'cleaning' up the streets by messing them up a little, and if he feels that's the way to do it. Then more power to him, but thats not how i'd deal with something like that."

"Well how would you deal with that if you were him, hmm?" Vincent asked curiously.

Davis laughed. "Well if I was a mutie, or just a crazy nut like him. I'd tottaly be more like those Team Mutant X guys! They're so awesome."

Vincent nodded. "Team Mutant X is pretty dynamic yes."

Davis just nodded."Yeah, Vintage, the way he shoots those energy blasts. Its so cool!"

"I guess..." Vincent hid his dissapointment, his mutant powers were pretty boring, he was precognative, at what seemed like would be on and off, and he could see in the dark, real exciting. He felt kinda second class with his powers. He just shrugged. "Team Mutant X is an established group of heroes, just give this 'Darkness' guy a chance."

"I guess... Afterall, its not like he's robbed banks or shot up a daycare or something." Davis said off handedly. Walking into the kitchen. Vincent looked to the clock and headed into the basement.

"If anybody calls, Im busy." He said walking into the basement.

"Hah, Like anybody..." He turned to make a joke at vincent but Vincent was already down into the basement.

Vincent had some last moment adjustments to make to his costume. Adding some lightweight bulletproof metal that he 'borrowed' from the institute of technology and sewed it into his costume. He was still vulnreble but atleast his torso was protected. Pulling it on to see how it fit, thanks to the comforters he added, the costume fit like a glove. Pulling on his cloak, he smirked. "Time for another wonderful evening." He muttered to himself sarcastically. Pulling his cloak over his head, he also made himself a mask that fit over his eyes like a visor, just incase.

He looked, as it was nearing dawn, he had a place to be. He knew one Peter Garner was making a very large deal down by the docks that Vincent wasn't going to miss for the world. He grabbed his scythe and crawled out his window, dissapearing into the sky like a bolt of lightning.

Soaring amoung the clouds was the only really satisfying feeling that he was really ever given now adays. He approached the docks, his head flashed, another vision? Now? A car was speeding down the road, a woman at an intersection. He didnt need to finish the vision to know where this was headed, immediately he tailed the speeding car, landing on its hood he drew his scythe, and slashed it into the windshield, a shatter of the windshield, and the car swerved out of the way.

Vincent leapt off the car, tackling the woman who was still in the cars path out of the way. Then watched as the car crashed into a wall. Looking to the woman he just sprinted to the car. The man was unconcious, or possibly dead, having not been wearing his seatbelt it caused him to rather become one with Vincnt's scythe. Vincent yanked his scythe out of the man and cursed under his breath. Attaching his scythe to his waist side sheathe. He just groaned as he flew off. Leaving the woman with this overwhelming sense of joy, knowing she'd surely be dead if he hadn't saved her.

Vincent soared towards the docks. His precognative sense didn't go off, it was before he knew it that he felt the blast explode as he soared near the rooftop. The blast making him lose his focus and soar to the ground, hitting the pavement he felt the crack as he was sure he broke a few ribs. Spitting out some blood he heard some maniacle laughter.

A giant of a man walked towards vincent holding a rocket launcher. The man cackling insanely. "Haha, 'the darkness' the city's most feared vigilante since god knows when. And a simple missblast of a rocket launcher took him down, what a joke.

Vincent winced, he didnt like this feeling, the pain flowed through his body like a virus. Something slowing him down, a sign of weakness that he didnt want to exhibit. Vincent slowly got to his feet but feeling the man grab his shirt and throw him down the street with uncanny strength was surprising to say the least. 'Great, a mutant.' was what was going through his head before he hit the pavement, rolling like a ragdoll along the road before his body slowed to a hault.

"Hahahah!" The man's laughter was already irritating Vincent. He tried his damndest to push himself up to his feet. Groggily doing so. "You're a joke 'The Darkness' Soaring the streets in the night like a joke. It's not even dark!"

Vincent chuckled as he stood rather shakily. Drawing a few throwing daggers from his belt. "On the contrary fuck bag." He threw the daggers, one after another, and hit each street light around their immediate area. They were surrounded in darkness. Darkness is where Vincent's game was at its prime. Drawing his scythe he looked at the man.

"How do you feel to know you cant even see me?" He hovered towards the man, simply smacking him aside the face with his scythe, dropping to the ground then hitting him with a thunderous kick to the solarplexis. The man staggered back, coughing greatly, readying his rocket launcher he fired at Vincent's general area. Vincent rolled out of the way, wincing as he felt that unfamiliar pain though he was sure it was much better than accually being hit by the rocket. Vinceng groaned. The man was walking towards him, he was making too much noise.

"You may be able to see in the darkn, but I can hear you just as easily as you can see me." He punched Vincent in the face, a thunderous right hook followed by a shattering left jab that sent vincent reeling. The lunatic cackled as he grabbed Vincent and spun, throwing him towards a building. Vincents body thundered as it made its mark on the wall, going through the buildings wall as if it were cardboard or drywall or something.

Vincent layed there simply and didnt bother getting up, opting to roll over and crawl towards the hole that the man helped him make. Groaning he drew his scythe. The lunatic wasnt exactally quiet as he entered the hole vincent made "Where are you da-." His sentence cut short with the strangling noise he made when Vincent dug his scythe into the front of the guy's neck. Eventually slicing through it like butter, decapitating the man effortlessly. Vincent then simply layed down. His body floating in perpetual pool of pain.

"I hate missile launchers... So very very much." He kind of just sat there, but realizing this wasnt exactally the best place to take a power-rest. He stood up and soared into the sky. Landing on a rooftop he just kinda fell to his hands and knees. His ribcage felt like a thundering shell of agony. He cursed loudly as he heard a vehicle arrive to the nearby area. He just layed behind the wall listening to the cops. One's spoke rather harshly. The other seemed nervous, shy, rather laid back though.

The harsher sounding man spoke first, "Darkness was here...."

"How are you sure, sir?" The cop observed the disembodied head of the lunatic. "I mean... sure, this guy's head was taken off but the destruction . He's never left behind this much of a mess."

The detective picked up the missile launcher with a grunt. "This..." He looked "Is why there is so much destruction. Our steroid happy buddy over here, and his toy obviously had it out for our scythe weilding friend."

The cop blinked. "Well I think its obvious who lost sir."

"Indeed... get the cleanup crew here Garmon... lets get out of here." The detective was done, he was walking to the car where it was relatively warm and an even warmer coffee was waiting for him. The cop got on his cell phone and looke up at where a large chunk of the building was missing. Shaking his head he walked to his car and got in. They drove off.

Vincent sighed with a tinge of relief. His ribs didnt hurt any less but the cops were obviously still as oblivious as just what to do with him as they were a week or so ago. Vincent knew he had a place to be. Peter Garner was no doubt having his meeting any moment now at the docks. A meeting Vincent had grand interest in. Vincent forced himself to his feet and soared back up into the air.

He soared towards the docks, the crosstown flight was almost relaxing to Vincent. Vincent saw the docks, and saw a car waiting, he landed on the roof of a dock-side warehouse within listening distance. He smirked as he anticipated something. A man got out of the car as another car pulled up. He opened the hood and pulled out a breifcase. The one man he instantly recognized as Peter Garner, as he's seen him at 'meet the teacher' nights and such with Jimmy, a kid he's glad he got off his back. But one thing surprised him. Jimmy was with his father? What was going on here.

"Dad, why are we waiting here? Mr. Norton wanted me to do some things for him at the warehouse. Why do you need me here?"

Mr. Norton looked inside the breifcase. "Because... these people are untrustworthy in the eyes of Mr. Norton, thats why I've gotten some insurance." he pointed to nearby points, people positioned, snipers hiding out on the rooftops. Vincent blinked. Just what was he in the middle of. "So just incase."

A few asian men in very fancy suits got out of a rather luxurious car. "We have your money. Where is Mr. Norton?"

Peter Garner just smiled. "Mr. Norton is a busy man, we were sent on his behalf. You'll be pleased with our generous sum, im sure." The asian man took the breifcase and snapped his fingers.

"Your boss is a very wise man, and very smart to deal with us, this will definately ease relations with the families im sure."

Peter only nodded. "That is Mr. Norton's intentions afterall." They exchanged breifcases after the asian man was brought his own, similar looking breifcase. "This is just a sample, you understand. The full shipment will be delivered to your warehouse as planned."

Peter blinked as he inspected the asian man's 'sample' "This is magificent." he snorted the line and blinked a few times. It was clear to Vincent that they were dealing cocaine of some sorts. Vincent watched simply as they started to exchange details of the meeting, this is what he wanted to hear.

Peter spoke clearly, obviously wanting to get out of there immediately. "Your shipment is to arrive at the warehouse at immediately sunday at midnight. Be careful. Mr. Norton is a publicly known icon, and if your mistakes lead to any form of tarnishing his reputation. You can expect due treatment and response."

The asian was barely phased by Peter Garner's threat. "You can be assured this will be handled professionally and responsibly. Tell Mr. Garner to expect us on time."

The two parties got into their respective cars and drove off. Vincent also noticed that the snipers had packed up and left once they realized the meeting was as expected to go. Vincent waited. "Sunday at midnight... at 'the warehouse' jesus these idiots sure are discrete." He sighed. He'd have to figure things out the old fassioned way.

He flew back home and crept back into his basement. Falling to the ground he looked up once he was in his room, he looked at Davis. "What the fuck! It cant be!"

Vincent pulled back his hood and took off his mask. Coughing a bit as the broke ribs were immensely hurting him. "I can, damnit I can explain."

Davis looked he spoke with a tinge of excitement in his voice. "Explain what? How you're the psycho 'hero' who wanders around cutting criminals up with a scythe!"

"Davis... listen to me!"

"Vincent... dont worry man, I think its the coolest thing ever! A superhero living in my basement. And you, of all people! I never would have guessed."

Vincent blinked... "You're not mad?"

Davis looked and shook his head "Hell no! This is so awesome... I cant wait to-"

Vincent glared. "To what? You cannot tell anybody Davis... I swear to god. You must keep this a secret!"

Davis nodded. "Yeah... holy shit man you're bleeding!"

"I have some broken ribs...and a concussion. Get.. ugh." Vincent fell to the ground unconcious before he could finish his sentence.