[i]Mr.Richards,

This city is in a state of decent that started when the first residents moved in. Yet somehow its been able to go on all these years even with all the crime and corruption but it can't get by on luck alone. The Vigilante was created as a way to slow the inevitable decent of this city into chaos but initially after his disappearance, my disappearance, things stayed roughly the same. Now crime is again beginning to run rampant through the streets of Edging with no one to stop it. That's where you come in. I'd like to offer you the position of The Vigilante and a chance to take down the scum that plagues this city. If you are interested then meet me two nights from now at Edging City Park at 9:00 pm sharp. If you are late or do not attend I will assume that you are not interested in which case I don't blame you. This city can be a cruel place.

Sincerely,
The Vigilante[/i]


And there he was - stitches and bandages around his ribs. Breathing was hard, he had bruised ribs and was afraid of tearing his stitches as he took small and short breaths, that soon turned into longer deep ones to calm himself. Standing in the park, at 8:55, cigarette in his hand and flipping a lighter in his other. He wasn't really a smoker, but like his father, tobacco helped calm his nerves in tense situations. Since he had been checked out of the hospital, he had went to see his mom - who's condition was ever getting worse, and yet, the doctors couldn't put her into the stem-cell treatment she needed because her employers refused to pay off her medical plan, and the Richards family did not have the money to fight their lawyers on the subject. Ted was annoyed, angry even about the whole situation.

IT was now 8:59 - soon to be nine p.m and he hadn't seen even a sign of V. He'd give it five more minutes, but if you demand him to be on time, Ted will demand you to be on time as well. Lighting the cigarette, he inhaled. It hurt. A lot.

"Damn knives.." Ted mumbled under his dark baseball cap.