I have no fear. i am fear. I Jumped off the spire and opened my jet black wings. i soared over Gotham. i saw, hate, destruction, anger, death, everywhere and i basked in it. this was Me. Anger, hate death, was Me, Parts of me anyway. i didn't really know who i was. but whatever i was, kept me alive. i breathed in the black night air and turned towards the Narrows, the Slums. the City. i dropped down and coasted just over the roof tops, glaring down at the horrified people. i heard gasps and screams. not unusual. they feared me. i was fear and because of it, i basked in the fear of others. i had names in the city. noone called me Esence. i only called my self that. i had a real name once, but i have long since forgotten it. they called me, Black Hawk, an Angel and even the Devil. but i was just Esence. just an Esence. an Escence of fear, hate anger.
I Beat my huge black wings, blowing dust around the streets below. i was like a symbol to the peole of Gotham. they knew i was always there, watching. my ear twiched, i heard a faint scream in the distance. i dipped my wing and banked left. i approched the docks. a huge freighter had pulled in, carring huge red and blue crates. men in black were unloading boxes and putting them into a black van. Falconey. He had been bringing in loads of drugs for weeks. I landed ontop of a crate and jumped to the ground. as i rounded the corner, a man in black yelled,
" What the Hell do you think you're doin here?" i stood staring at him, i folded my huge wings behind my back and advanced towards him.
" hey you foxy thang." he said " what you doing here?"
" Kickin' Your ass." i said, extending my claws and driving them into his stomach.
The man cried out and wimpered,
" Who are you?"
" Your worst night mare." i picked him up and threw him against a crate. the noise alerted Falconey's other goons and they came running at me. i took my time picking off each one, relishing thier untimley demise. i advanced towards a black Rolls parked on the other side of the dock. suddenly, a fat man with a Ak47 machine riteful jumped out from behind a crate.
" move and your dead freak!" he yelled
i stepped towards himand he fired. i groaned as my skin peiced itself back together, the bullets dropping out of my skin. i extended my claws and sliced off the mans head. as i glanced back, Falconey's Rolls had vanished.
" damn it!" i yelled. that was the third time this week that i'd missed him. i charged over to a crate and bashed my head against it. blood tricked doen my face from the gash in my forehead but ceased as my skin healed back up. i would show you all the times i had tried to kill myself, but the scars had faded away.