This isn't for me.

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The city is loud. Cars driving by, people walking to their destinations, in the dark of night. The lights are ablaze, as the scene turns into a dark alleyway, devoid of the hustle and bustle of the rest of the city. As the alleyway gets longer, it gets darker, and a figure is standing in the shadows at the end, cloaked, hiding his face.

??? - This is a fight. A fight against everything wrong, evil, unjust. This is a fight to stop the spread of wrong-doing across the world. This is a fight that is all too personal.

The man steps closer, still remaining in the shadows, hiding his identity from the world around him.

??? - Everyday, a crime is committed. Everyday, an innocent soul is lost. Everyday, someone loses a friend. At the same time, new friends are made, and old friends are rediscovered.

The man steps onto a nearby dumpster, and looks to the sky, staring at the moon through the smoggy skies.

??? - I have recently lost a friend, a student, a brother. That is why I fight this fight. I do it, not for me, but for him. I seek to bring justice down upon those who caused him this misery.

The man crouches on the dumpster, still looking to the sky, towards the murky moon.

??? - He was an innocent soul. He did not deserve the punishment he received. He was misguided individual, in this chaos we call life. And now they've taken him from me.

The man steps off the dumpster, and picks up a metal can off the ground

??? - And now, I shall have my revenge.

The man throws the can over the cameramans head, and he turns to watch it, and when he turns back, the man is gone, leaving nothing but a single, black feather in his place