Chapter 4

Blackness filled the night sky as a figure smashed through a puddle. The crow landed on his shoulder as he walked down the alleyway in the pale moonlight. He walked down some more seeing the jail. He saw pipes extending up it. Luke grabbed onto a pipe crawling up it onto the roof. He saw a window looking down into it. Their was a file room. Luke opened the window slowly dropping himself in it hiding behind a cabinet. He just barely dodged a cop. He opened the cabinet touching as many files as he could when all the sudden, he felt a flash of his memory of watching his family being slaughtered. Luke went back taking a file, and pocketing it. He looked around trying to find a way out of the station. He saw a back door getting up, and walking out of it. Luke ran down another alley jumping on top of a car, and grabbing onto a sign swinging over it and on top of a roof. He settled himself onto a steep part of a ledge taking out the file. A picture of a shaggy looking man appeared. It looked like he was a drug attic. Luke read the file.

Gerald Daze, AKA Wingman.

A very dangerous criminal who was part of the Fresantry gang, but then killed every man in it. Is armed and very dangerous.

So there was one of the men who killed his family, Wingman. Well, Wingman was going to pay.

Deep in alleyways of fire and crime stood another criminal. He lit a cigarette walking out of the alley into an abandoned church. The man was there just as he wanted. Wingman walked up to him.

"Give me the money, or your family dies," Wingman stated to the trembling man.

"I'm sorry, I'm short. I need to take care of my family," the man stuttered. Wingman slapped him pressing him up against the wall.

"Did I stutter? My boss wants the money you owe him, and I think I'm making myself very clear here. If we don't have the money in 48 hours, than you're pretty little wife will become pregnant with a baby that's not yours, and she'll die in a really hot house along with your children," Wingman explained. A tear fell down the man's face. Wingman smiled starting to laugh. Suddenly, a crow landed on a bench behind cawing. Wingman turned around.

"What the?" He took out a gun getting ready to fire it when he felt a huge kick in his face. Wingman fell on his back with the gun flying out of his hands. Luke stood there.

"Get out of here," Luke said to the man. The man nodded running out.

"You're dead," Wingman said getting up. Luke didn't say a thing he kicked Wingman in the face. Luke took out his knife. He picked up Wingman by the hair. Wingman punched Luke in the face. Luke smashed Wingman's face on the floor. Wingman stood up blood streaming out form his nose.

"You son of a gun," he said taking out a gun. He fired. Luke fell back behind a bench. Wingman smiled walking back behind the bench. He was gone. Luke wrapped his arms around Wingman's neck. Wingman choked out trying to elbow Luke. Luke threw Wingman over a bench. Luke ran up jumping on the bench making it fall on him. Wingman screamed. He crawled out from under the bench getting up. Luke was gone. Wingman looked around. He turned around when Luke came up with his knife slicing it through Wingman's chest. Wingman screamed. He clutched his wound. It was just a flesh wound. He got back up trying to punch Luke. Luke caught his fist tackling him down. He was on top of Wingman punching him over and over again. Luke stood up dragging Wingman up by his shirt. He threw him to a wall. Luke ran up with his knife stabbing him in the back. Wingman looked down seeing the end of the blade sticking out of his chest. Luke took the knife out. Wingman fell to the floor just barely alive. Luke took his gun.

"This is a very dangerous toy," Luke said.

"What would you know man? What the crap did I do to you? I don't even know you you screwball," Wingman splattered with blood drooling out of his mouth. A very angry expression appeared on Luke's face. He shoved the gun in Wingman's mouth. Wingman puked because the barrel touched the back of his throat. Luke snarled pulling the trigger.