Night Walker

story by: White Noise
Written on Jun 29, 2018 

I am the one who roams the nights. Townsmen surely are afraid to think of my existence; still some praise it. They think that I kill those who are their threat. Although I don’t specifically leave a mark to signify my respective incident. Perhaps it’s the frightful eyes; forged by the knowledge of my return and burned to their thoughts. All I did was to settle scores with people who betrayed me for my wealth and were now enjoying the benefits. Unfortunately they were renowned and a culprit for townsmen, since they couldn’t rid their habits. I’m not a good man, as far as I know of myself; remembering my past. They praise me; most of them, even when I killed some innocents to prove my nature. But you know what they thought? That I did it for good, and they really were culprits of society. I have to plan something … quick! Because soon they’ll want me to reveal myself and pull a riot for it.
-White Noise
25th September, 2015

 

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