I reached into the back and got hold of my shot gun. My partner who was sitting in the passenger seat next to me was shocked with fright from both the gunfire and the speed i was driving at. I looked at him. He was hit. The blood was squirting at the windshield. I smashed the windshield with the shotgun. Then got a clear shot at him. Suddenly he braked. My car went straight into his car, creating a large thick cloud of smoke. I reached for my gun once again.

I saw him struggling to get out of the car. I got out the car as fast as possible to catch this criminal before he got away.
I ran to his car door and smashed the window. I pointed my gun at his face and told him to get out slowly. But when I looked at him he was in no state to get out. He was unconscious with blood all over his face.
I stepped away from his car and called an ambulance for my partner and this bastard that shot him.

The ambulance got here but by the time they reached my partner he was dead. He died of blood loss. I was sad and angry. I was going to kill that bastard if I got near him.
But he got his just desserts. Later on that day he died of blood loss too. I felt better but it wont get me over the pain of my partner and life long friend.

That was my day before it happened.
My name is Ben James. Known as speed by my colleagues. Im a 25 year old cop who upholds the law in any means necessary.
After I left the hospital i walked home. I didnt fell like driving tonight. I went over to a near by pub to drown my sorrows. As i walked there i noticed a man driving his car into a garage. I stopped and watched as he parked it up and ran.

I was a bit suspicious but what came next was the worst thing i had ever seen. A hooded man. Killing this man. One shot and he was on the floor.
He stabbed him so many times. He looked up at me. As he stood i ran. I didnt see anything else that happened.
When i ran i went into an alleyway. I waited for about thirty minutes, then walked back round from the alleyway, carrying a pistol i had in my gun holster. I took small steps, getting closer slowly. The killer was gone. Disappeared.

As i got closer, i saw the markings on his chest. I reached for my phone to call for back up and an ambulance. But he was already dead. I saw the a man who worked in the garage, he was running over to help. As he got closer i kept my gun up in the air. Still being wary of the murderer. I shouted him to stay away but he continued to approach the body. By the time he was next to it he was already crouched down. I question the man about what happened after this guy was killed. He wouldn’t speak. He was petrified with fright. His face as white as a ghost. His breath as cold as ice.

Then he saw me. He looked up at me. He said "Why" And then walked back slowly. Getting further away from me, he looked into an alley and ran.
I haven’t seen him since that day. And since that day I have dedicated all my time into catching this man. And at the same time losing all who i love.

My name is Micheal Domily. Best known as The Black Hood.
This is going to be my story. It is filled with killings and my joy of what I do.

It was a November morning. I was in my office. I was working on a weapon. My workers told me that they had nearly finished it. They didnt know what it was for or the power this weapon had.

I rushed down to the room where it was kept. I looked at it. My face lit up like a candle. I was waiting for this day. I went to grab it. I wanted to hold it. There was a voice from behind. "It isn’t finished yet sir, please put it back. Thank you"

I laughed at him. I grabbed it and turned round at him. I pointed it at him. Only to scare him. I then aimed at the floor. I pulled a trigger. As the blast came out i was sent flying into the wall. A green mist arose from the gun. It went into my mouth. I felt different. As if something was inside me telling me to do it. A voice in my head told me to kill this man. So i did. I shot him over and over again. As i did this, i enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too much. I left the room and killed every living person in sight. By the time ten minutes went, i had killed everyone in the building.

I went into the bathroom. Threw some water over my face and looked into the mirror. My face, my eyes. They had changed. My face had ripples and cuts all over. My eyes were as black as charcoal. I had no soul. I was scared but this was the power i craved for so long. Im not letting this go.

Im now an outsider to the other people in the world who have seen me. They run scared. Shouting and screaming. I walked out of the doors and see a small child. He stands there looking at me. Glued to the spot. I walked over to it. I grabbed him and broke his neck. I screamed out. "I now have the power".

Since that day I have killed over one hundred people. All because they saw. I didnt want anyone to see. As I was killing people, i wasn’t aware of others. Two men had witnessed me killing these people. They saw my face.

Since then I have killed there loved ones. But when the time is right, it will be there turn. It will be there time to die. So until that day, I will have to stick to the shadows and hide away so Im not seen.

They asked me. "What’s your story with this man". I looked at them. They all waited excitedly.
So i did as they asked.
I told them my story.
I told them i was an EX agent. I was in my twenties. I was about to solve this case. No matter what. I could do this. I was in a factory, filled with fireworks and small explosives. He ran into here, to get away from me. But ive got his scent. I wasn’t going to let him get away. I wanted this so bad.
I walked round the scaffolding into the factory. Hoping to get a glimpse. Heard footsteps coming from behind. I dived behind some skips. The steps got closer. As i saw a foot appear out the corner i went to grab it.

I thought, Ive got this guy. I thought i had him there. It was nearly over.
But as i went for him he saw me. He kicked me across the dirty factory floor. As I got myself together, I saw that he had a hostage. I went for my gun, but he raised his to me. He said not to try anything. I took a couple of steps back. He told me he had rigged the factory with explosives. There was so many explosions. I didnt want him to do that. I listened to what he wanted me to do. But he just did it.

As he went to make his escape. He shot the hostage in the head. The blood splatted in my face. He pressed the button for the explosives. We barely made it out. There was thirty-six other people in the factory. I was accussed for the murder of them all. But since I had people on the inside they helped me get out. I didnt do anything. I was framed. Now I seeked revenge. All the time I had wasted in that prison. I could have spent hunting that bastard down.

The homeless men (BHH) felt sympathy for me. And they took me in.
They gave me a bed to sleep on. A mattress and boxes. It was good enough. I didnt complain.
It was now morning. I awoke still thinking of him. As i sat up i saw no-one else was awake. I got up and walked round the streets. Still getting used to my new surroundings i decided to walk through a park. It was still pretty dark. The street lamps filled the park with dazzling light. As i walked i saw a man. He was sitting on the bench praying. I went over to join him. He looked up to me as if he wanted help.

As we prayed he asked of my name. His was Zach Copper. I thought of the name. I Heard of it from somewhere. But i couldn’t remember. He told me of what he was praying for. As he told me the warmth in my heart went cold and i remembered this man. He was a witness to a brutal murder. I asked him if the man who had killed his loved ones was the same man that haunted both of our dreams, always in our minds but not for good memories. But for the ways were going to kill him.

He asked if i had anywhere to sleep. I said i slept in an alley with some homeless people. He asked me to join him for a drink at a local bar. So we can talk over what we can do for each other. He asked to join forces in hunting this man down. No-one listened or noticed us, so we had the advantage. We were basically invisible. He said he's been crashing in some worn down house.

We walked out the bar. Looking around the streets. Everything had changed. It was all ruined, all i could remember were dreams and just things in the back of my head. I had to come to the reality that nothing was going to be the same again until he was gone, dead, out of our lives forever.

The air was cold, i had a bad feeling. Something was going to happen. I just knew it. I need only $40, then i can get the perfect gift for my girlfriend. A wedding ring. It had been over a year now, and we loved each other still. We first met at college. Our last day. Eyes met in a crowded room. She made the first move. By coming over. She walked like a goddess. She was perfect. I thought nothing bad to anything she did. We sat and talked about our lives. We spoke of our families.
I walked her home. She lived in a flat only a few roads from the club where my friends would play "drink up". We said our goodbyes. Exchanged numbers. Then she closed in for a kiss. It was so passionate. Our lips locked and from then on, knew we were meant to be. Forever and all eternity.

My name is Zach Copper. I was 37 and working in a car garage. A man brings in his car. An Aston Martin. Very posh for a man like this. He was wearing a torn white shirt. His jeans dirty with stains of paint and grass. I asked the man how he got this car and he told me nothing. He just gave me the car keys and ran.
I shouted back at him to stop.
But he carried on running. As if he was running from something, someone.
But this someone, i never thought that in my life i had seen such brutality.
As the man ran off down the road a man with a pistol ran round the corner and shot at him. The running man layed on the floor. Quivering, in pain. I was scared. I reached for something, anything. The shooter got closer to him. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a knife. He stabbed the dying man. Once, twice, up until he got him ten times. Ten times. By now i was shaking. I found a gun in the bosses desk in his office.

I looked back round the corner to check out the murderer. He was crouched down next to the lifeless bloody body.
He seemed to carve into his chest. Then the killer stood up on his feet. He turned round and stared at me. His black soulless eyes met mine. We stood there, no movement. Only stares. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes again. He was gone. I ran over to the body. Looking round as I ran to see if the man was still there.
I looked at the mans lifeless body. I was sick. The murder was brutal. Ten Knife stabs. countless cuts. But the most disgusting of it was the carvings.

A man. with no head, and knifes coming out of it.
And the words... "I told you. It was your curse"
They sent shivers down my spine. Ever since that day i remember his face. The man i once cowarded from was now my enemy. Because since that day he had killed all my family. My brother, sister and parents.
All gone. All killed. Brutally murdered the same way. And with a message on all the bodies. A message that haunts me with every breath i take. "They have gone. You saw. They Must pay. You will DIE"

Im now a distraught man. Who lost his wife to cancer at the age of 34.
I loved her deeply. Everytime i think of her my heart beats faster. The thoughts of her gave me courage. It gave me the courage to look for this animal. I blamed him for her death. And i seeked revenge. I will kill him for what he’s done. Ruined my life. Killed all i ever loved. Everything I lived for has disappeared. It seems so long since then, past memories are now like dreams.

It was a cold November day. The grass was coated with an ice blanket. Cars had trickles of ice dangling off the mirrors. There was children running through the thickness of the white smoke. Playing happily not knowing what was coming in the next couple of days.

By now, I would have been at the club. The Rambus Hoax Club. It was the bar where me and my friends always hung out. But as i walk past, i see that it wasn’t there. Instead it was now a fast food restaurant made to quicken the endless pain as useless people moan and crave in their pitiful lives.

I carried on walking. It was getting dark. I walked down a shadowed alley. It was filled with garbage. Tramps and homeless people scavenging like dogs. As I got closer, i could see their anger in there eyes. Had they been betrayed. Or was it natural.
I wasn't sure or I didn’t want to stay long enough to find out.
I walked faster. Getting closer and closer to the scavengers. They stopped munching on the bones of the corpse chickens and other pieces of uneaten food.

They stood up straight. Tall. Over 6ft. As i neared them, i could see them whispering. It might aswell be foreign when they spoke. They had lips shredded by the endless life of scavagery. A Big guy. Long wavy grey hair. Face blackened with dirt and blood from his cuts.
I felt sympathy for him. He shouts. "And what do we have here boys".

As i got closer i could see that there was more than what I’d thought. It was a big gang of homeless men. Might as well been a family of friends.
As i attempted to open my mouth to reply back. I caught a glimpse of a small child hiding behind a worn away cardboard box.
Ignoring the men, i got closer to the child to get a better view of him.
He looked like he was 7 years old. The men closed in on me. He said to me gently. "His names Steve, but we call him little T. Found him lying in the alley. So we took it upon ourselves to look after the little tike."

I then found the courage to say something myself. I still was cautious of my surroundings. Being wary of the dangers.
I replied in a sort of violet manner. "Why are you here, what’s happened to these people?"
Five more of the homeless people stood up and walked towards me. As they got closer, the big man stepped infront of them as if to protect me.
He didn’t know me, but he was able to protect me. Inside myself i felt.. i felt glad. Like the first time someone makes a new friend.

He asked me to join them for a drink around the fire to tell me of there story. It began with a normal day, for what most people would think.
They had all worked for a company which made a special kind of weapon.
It was capable of destroying massive cites with one click of a button. The boss who was known as a selfish and lonely man took it upon himself to claim the gun as his own, and to annilate anyone who had seen this weapon or about it.

He described everything he knew about this boss to me.
He had scars on the left side of his face, burns on his forehead, short crispy black hair. And the eyes of a killer.
As i took these in, i thought to myself about why i had been made into what i was.