The shadows aren’t
a pretty place to be. They are cold,
harsh and extremely unforgiving. I have
seen them take everything they have from people too many times to count, and
they never give anything back. Oh don’t get
me wrong, it can feel like they love you.
It is easy to let the whisper of the light take you from the embrace of
the shadows. The accolades from the
light come easy at times and the glory is something I think we all are looking
for to some point or another.
There is anonymity,
a secrecy, which only the shadows can give you.
Personally I would prefer a measure of notoriety, and more importantly
fear to the glory that is heaped on so many extraordinaries nowadays. Glory may get you the big endorsement deals,
but fear will give a punk ganger pause, and that moment’s hesitation can mean
the difference between life and death doing the job. I can’t understand why that is so hard for
the media to understand. They are so
obsessed with the lives of us extraordinaries that they don’t care what happens
to us, so long as it brings in bigger ratings.
I’m not
flashy enough for them. I am happy in
the shadows. They comfort me and protect
me when nothing else can. The fact that
the media even knows who about me is an insult to the shadows. I have been prowling the streets for years
now, keeping my people safe from harm. It
is my job to protect the streets and I will not be stopped.
The shadows are my only friends and I will not let them down.
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