Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine
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Jenny was a friend of mine
Chapter 1
The sound of a woman screaming fills the air, piercing the night sky. My city screams thinks John as he stands from his crouching position, letting the sand he’d just picked up seep through his fingers flowing out into the nightly breeze. He looked down, this is where my Jenny, my Jenny was murdered thought John, well at least one of the predicted sights of her murder…who would portray such a foul deed?
“Time to go to work” John said in a mild whisper.
John looked up to the night stars, that’s where she’s now, in a better place. He looked down at his brand new red converse that stuck out like a throbbing thumb, against the muddy green grass.
John stared down the trail he was about to go, the cliff side, not too big but not exactly short, random sharp stones sticking out, all leading to the garden fences of houses facing just off the main road. John jumped giving a light thud as he landed unrealistically on the side of the cliff and started to slide down with increasing pace mud flicking up behind him, small flecks catching the tail of his mud brown jacket.
John squinted slightly to see past all the dust and dirt flying before him, holding carelessly onto his hat not really caring if it flew off his head or not, determined to get to those gardens and eventually hunt down the victim of the scream, John was planning to kill tonight, the thought of Jenny’s death powering the fury through his veins.
“Jenny was a friend of mine, and some dirty rat killed her, I’m planning to find out who” John muttered to himself constantly, hoping it would take the pain away, truth was nothing could take the pain away, not even the little white pills in his bedside table drawer at home.
He flipped five metres from his destination soaring over the fence with the grace of a bird, for a few seconds before being engulfed in water. It seemed John miscalculated the fence he was jumping and landed in a swimming pool. He resurfaced in a matter of seconds to see a disturbed face opposite him, it soon changed when john pushed himself onto the platform and got out of the floodlit pool.
“It’s you, It’s you oh my god It’s you. The Guardian” a blonde haired teenage girl screamed with excitement as she fell off her lilo into the water. By the time Blondie resurfaced, John, The Guardian, was out of sight.
He’d already jumped from the chair to table, onto garden fence and kicked from there onto washing line between the two houses onto the rooftops out of her sight. The Guardian, yes that’s me, that’s what they call me, The Guardian, Spirit of the low life, yes you dumb teenage blonde John thought to himself, as he ran the rooftops watching the cars below as he tried to track down the place he had heard the scream. Justice will reek through the street air tonight; The Guardian was to make sure of that.
Anyone from below would see his red converse just as a blur, his feet moved with such speed such grace they could barely be seen, his long mud brown coat flapped wildly as it trailed behind him, his red tie had un-tucked itself from his blue pinstriped waistcoat and was flapping behind him as well, thrashing at his neck being moved by the strong winds, his light brown hair neatly placed under his blue hat which matched his pinstriped waistcoat and trousers, underneath all he wore a plain white dinner shirt.
A hunters night tonight John thought as he slipped down the end of the roof. Bringing tiles with him. John reached out for a pipe, which he caught successfully, allowing him to fall freely from the roof into the skip below.
Shortly after John picked himself up and jumped out the skip, “nearly there” slipped from his lips though he spoke to no one. He ran from the alley, he gripped the bars of the barriers leading down to the lower district of town, which was nearly buried underground, supporting the columns holding the higher district of the city up.
The Guardian spotted his newly appointed victim, who says the hero has to be good. He gripped the edges of his flapping brown coat, producing a sort of cape and glided down toward the spot where the screamer had screamed. His feet lightly thudded on the floor as he rolled and bounced up into a fighting stance.
In the corner of the dark alley a pretty and young woman sat in the corner crying, three creeps surrounding her.
“Now why don’t you leave that young misses alone huh?” The Guardian asked not really as a question.
“Why don’t you mind your own goddamn business creep…oh” the taller member spoke in his raspy voice, his ending was short he must’ve realised who he was speaking to.
“Me? The creep? Says the guy trying to do lord knows what to that poor woman. Now as for your question, it’s because I’m the goddamn Guardian” Guardian said enthusiastically. A smile made it’s way across The Guardians face as the other two gang members realised he was there.
Fear normally spread in his presence and it showed as the smallest of the three, with not to mention the worst haircut, fiddled for his knife in panic.
“Die creepo” a shrew voice met Guardians ears; it was the small thug speaking.
The small thug threw his knife straight for Guardian “Bad move” exclaimed Guardian as with one swift move he caught the knife, span round being carried by the momentum and let it loose, flying back to the group of, obviously inexperienced, thugs. The knife planting itself into the chest of the small thug. A moment’s silence, even the cries of the disturbed young woman had stopped. As the dead body dropped to the floor.
“Oh shit” broke the silence, as the third guy was finally to come into play, he pulled his chain loose and swung it wildly above him running at The Guardian, who stood unimpressed. The third thug swung for John’s head, Guardian put his arm up, allowing for the chain to catch it and wrap itself round until it reached his hand, the spiky ball at the end cutting his cheek, guardian grabbed onto the chain and pulled his victim in, the thug was brought to his knees before John, the thug slipped out a knife and went to attack once more.
Guardian held out his palm allowing the blade to slice through, he winced slightly in pain, but the thug didn’t notice and this brought a new expression of fear to the villains face. John pulled the knife away only cutting himself more. Guardians fist clenched and the thug prepared for the worst - PUNCH - the thugs grip on the chain loosened as he fell to the floor knocked out.
The Guardian stood up straight, ignoring the pain in his hand, he pulled the chain to a position he wanted, the tall thug with a raspy voice dropped everything as his jaw hung down with amazement, he quickly turned and ran.
Just ruin the fun Guardian thought as he pulled the chain back and whipped it forward allowing it to wrap round the thugs neck pulling him back, John whipped it to the side forcing the thugs head to collide on the wall cracking it open “arrh my head” he screamed, Guardian turned and crouched, the chain back over his shoulder, he yanked it forward sending the thug flying through the air.
His screams pleased John, proving he was doing his job right, he brought the chain down choking the thug as he fell with a sickening crack into the trash cans near by.
“He’ll be alright” Guardian said finally turning to the young woman he rescued, “Don’t call the police, they’ll eventually be picked up and don’t call an ambulance, they deserve the pain. Goodnight my lady” John looked at his watch, aah crap he thought as he turned and ran, he pushed his coat off to one side and lifted his waistcoat revealing a very well hidden belt, he flicked a switch and out shot a grappling hook which latched onto the barrier of the higher district.
“I love you” called the lady, he’d rescued, behind him as he shot off into the night. No one ever really loves my dear, thought John, everybody either likes or loathes.
Suddenly his mind was drowned with police sirens; yes new prey thought The Guardian. Hunter’s night tonight
Pocketful of Sunshine
Chapter 2
The Guardian whizzed through the air on his grapple line, heading for the higher district. John couldn’t be allowed, it should be against the law, John had blown off Natasha too many times. She would kill him if he did it again.
The wind was loud in his ears as he zipped up getting closer and the sirens got louder, it was only time but his instinct had to kick in. John Haddoways instinct, the true Guardian. Telling him to help, he had to. Make me proud son was his fathers dieing words. Help that’s what his parents would have wanted.
John shot high over the barrier to the high district; he unhooked his grapple as he narrowly missed the bars keeping people out. He flapped about uncertain, his brown coat almost over his head. John pulled himself together, from out of his blue mask he could see the police cars below, just what he wanted. He straightened his legs and let himself drop, he landed on the front cop car, going down onto one knee as he landed with a satisfying thud.
He could tell the copper had got a shock from his sudden arrival as he nearly drove through the barriers, on the right side of the road, nearly falling to certain doom at a death drop into the lower district. But thankfully for Guardian he did not. Guardian jumped onto the bonnet as he said, “Don’t worry officers I got this one”.
The Guardian took a surfing stance and waited till he was close enough to jump onto the car furthest to the back of the pack. Hmmmm only three, It’s like these guys didn’t even expect me John thought as his eyes started to water from the strong winds.
John jumped, landing with a loud thud onto the boot of the third car. He pulled an explosive from his secret belt and with two large steps was on the bonnet of the car. The Guardian dropped the explosive, one of his own inventions. Guardian dropped it onto the bonnet, the silver circular disk bomb latched on tight.
“Time To leave” Guardian shouted looking through the front window and giving him the thumbs up and a huge smile, which made the edges of his mask crease.
Guardian jumped off into the night sky, leaving the explosive to do its job, the mini device worked its way into the electrics of the car and cut them off, panic-stricken the driver lost control of his thoughts and pulled manically at the steering wheel, he crashed through the barriers, sending him crashing down to the lower district, 1…2…3…
KABOOM
Johns invention did as planned, Guardian watched with excitement as the car that blew-up in mid air sailed down at increasing speeds to the water below.
Back to business he thought as he purposely landed on top of the second car with a loud, dull clunk. Guardian gripped onto the edge of the car, using the slightly opened window on the driver side to his advantage. He swung from the car roof and smashed through the driver window, braking the thugs neck as soon as it collided with johns red converse, the thugs bones broke through his skin killing him instantly. With John’s momentum he bashed the dead thug from the drivers seat, and landed coolly onto the slippery, leather drivers seat were the thug had just been sitting.
Now time for the third to pay. The Guardian calmly took up the position of driving, and was soon increasing with speed going faster than even the dead thug before him. The Guardian was hot on the tail of the driver in front. John rammed him, before backing off a little. Must get this over with quickly John thought. He pulled off to the left and sped up a little, his front bumper was right beside the back bumper of the criminal’s car. Guardian waited for his moment; soon they were coming up to a building sight. Perfect thought Guardian. He pulled hard left and then shot right, smashing into the thug’s car ripping off his back bumper.
The Guardian had smoothly turned round the car in front so him and the criminal were face to face. The thug had a sick smile which crossed one side of his face too the other, he had no hair and above his right eye he wore a very deep scar which looked as though he got it from a fire, John stared deep into the criminals pit less black eyes and for a brief second he felt hatred fill him to every muscle, bone, tissue in his body.
The two were a metre from the building sight and John pushed hard down on the accelerator, a few seconds before crashing he pulled left back onto the main road. From the corner of his eye he swore he could see the criminal still smiling his sick smile, just before he crashed a ton of bricks landing hard down on top of the car. Demolishing it was all John could predict.
To Natasha rang through John’s head as he pushed the Guardian side of him away. John lifted his brown jacket sleeve and looked down to see the time, ten minutes, that’s enough time to get there and get ready.
John slide to a halt outside the Nines Casino, a very popular place in the higher district, owned by a high-ranking swine known as the boss, who wouldn’t think twice about killing you (only if you were in his bad books) if he got the opportunity.
John quickly changed out of his clothes into a very nice and expensive grey suit. John stepped from the car, closing the door he realised the dead body still lay there motionless.
“Oh well,” John remarked quietly, “Not my car anyway”
He walked up the steps with a spring in his step. John passed the bouncer Gorillas, which stood there in their green suits, motionless like the guards of Buckingham palace. John pushed the big glass doors open and threw his keys at the guy behind the receptionist desk.
“You can keep them, I certainly won’t need them” John said in an undertone.
He passed the desk into the restaurant area were he was met by a very strict looking waiter; he wore a unwelcoming expression and seemed quite unhappy.
“May I help you sir?” the tall man said in his dull tone.
“Yes that would be much obliged,” John answered with a smile.
“Reservations?” the dull voice met Johns ears once more, what a boring old git thought John as he stared at the mans expressionless face, it was so far from dulcet it couldn’t be believed.
“Reservations sir” the waiter egged on.
“Oh - yes. Under Bedingfield” Suddenly the noise of police sirens rang through the hall. He stood there torn between decisions. The waiter seemed to have noticed.
“Are you okay sir? Your lady friend is already here” The waiter put on a fake smile.
“Erm. Yeah I’m good, so good I’ve got a pocketful of sunshine, can barely contain myself” John put on an even faker smile than the waiter. His instinct kicked in and the voice of his father filled his head “Help, son. Help anyone and everyone, protect the good from evil”. The Guardian was back; one more good deed couldn’t hurt the night.
“Tell Nat I couldn’t make it” and John quickly ran out the door, Natasha just appearing from around the corner.
“John” she shouted after him, ahh screw it, ran threw her head, He’s not allowed to blow me off this time. Natasha un-strapped her heels and took them off, she flicked her dark brown hair behind her and ran after John.
By the time Natasha had got to the alleyway she saw John run into, she was out of breath, drenched in rain and very astounded to see who stood there in replacement for John. A tall man in a mud brown coat, a blue pinstriped suit with matching hat and a pair of red converse. His identity was untellable as he hid his eyes behind a blue mask.
The Guardian saluted as he shot a grapple hook onto the roofs above, and zoomed upwards, leaving the stunned woman back on the floor; he kept looking up, the rain tapping on his forehead. He couldn’t look back at Natasha, something bad was to come and it wasn’t from the criminals.
John couldn’t stop now even if he wanted too, the sirens called to him, like a mother egging him on inside, the night sky called for him to hunt, it was what he did. Make the parents proud, keep fighting, do it for Jenny, all that played in the back of his mind. Slowly John felt a tear come to his eyes and they soon strolled down his face.
John looked to the night sky it was as though it weeped with him.
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