Prologue

The Beginning...

"The Lost Chronicles Of J.T. Black."

"Bleeding Heart's Club."

Prologue...

They will say I am a monster. I am a horror to this city. They will utter their lies. They are all wrong. Corrupt in their thoughts. Living lives in full degree's of deception. There is no truth to their vile accusations. I do what I do because I must. Because know one else will or can. I am what I am. There is no changing this. This is who I am for good or for bad. This shall be their restitution. A restitution paid for in blood. Restitution with their whole heart. A full bleeding and fleeting heart. This is all that I require. This and nothing more and nothing less. Their hearts were in destruction and in deception. Now they shall forever be in remembrance and for a memorial of the innocents of this city. Which does so earnestly cry unto me. They all cry so darn utterly unto me. They are forever lost in my mind's eye. I can not shake any of them. They scream their lost sorrows and pleads upon me. I am their tool to be weilded in this black horizon. I am their voice and their ear all at the same time. All my obtion's are gone. So very gone.

This was not my choice. I never had a choice. Did the child on thirty-second street have a choice when she was slaughtered two blocks away from her elementary school. Cast aside as garbage. Useless and waste. Her head was never recovered. Only seven years old. With her long flowing blonde hair. Was the girl on thirty-first street ever in any means given a choice when she was also torn and broken in the same exact way. All were momentary pleasures for some sick monster. All were given a granny smith green apple lollipop. All were sexually abused and tormented. All were taken to a place they should have never been. All were lost in their innocents. All so terribly tormented.

They all do so earnestly deserve all that they shall receive. You reap what you sow. Every action also has a reaction. They all deserve their just deserts. Justice is what they will receive from me. They are not worthy of mercy. Only damnation and wrath. It is their time to feel the true suffering we all have felt and had to fight through. The aching suffering of innocents. We were all forced to live in this terror. I will now force upon them a taste, Yes just a taste of what they have forced unto us all. They will know horror. They all will know pain. Unspeakable pain. Paralyzing pain. The kind that leads you only to a wondrous death. Pure and simple. A truly succulent demise. Esquisite. So drastically exquisite.

They will see the truth of the next act in their lost and lustful lives. This will forever be the final curtain call for these obscene and sick monsters. Actually in all truthfulness they shall all be my sweet victims of despair. I will utterly destroy every last one of them. Only victims in the end, nothing more and nothing less. They are my new found victims. I will make them all bleed for me. They will scream for mercy, but they wont receive any, at least not from me. They will then know true fear. Concentrated and not diluted. They will beg for me to spare their worthless lives, but I will be more like them and I will turn a silent ear to their cries. I will take their payment for all the pain they have caused. I will destroy every last one of them. I will never stop. I will wreak my havoc on them always. I must. I have to. As long as life is within me it is my duty and task to drive my blade through their black hearts. I will become their sweet and solace death's beautiful angel. I am all that they will ever see. I am and always will be their destroyers. Forever. Ever and ever. Infinitely. If I do say so, If have in it, A say, I do.

I wish it were not so. But it is and I hate to say it. There is no changing it. I can never turn back. Not now or ever. Nor would I ever wish to. This is my destiny. This is my life. I cannot change the facts. I can however make this world a bit more cleaner than it is currently. Seven is a lucky number, but twenty-seven is an even glorious number. I will bring them all to a wondrous and glorious end. They all will die seeing the face of righteous anger and loving wrath. The kind only ordained and called of God. The Almighty. The Lion of the tribe of Judah. The great King and Creator. Amen. Amen.

The first was a disgusting plump sick and psychotic slob of a man. He was eyeing everything with a skirt. His neck should have broken as many times as he turned to catch a glimpse. All the time these young preteens and teens never knowing any of this. He of course only looking for the one in a million that meets all his ugly desires and wicked lusts. He so desperately wants to make his move. He is as a kid in a toy store. He can not bare the anticipation. The desire is too great. The sin of the moment is too great. He is old enough to be any of their father's. He is lost in the hunt. So darn lost that he doesn't even notice me. He is oblivious to me as I am hunting him as a hunter hunts a deer. He never even catches a glimpse of me and it is absurd because I am so darn close that he should at least smell me. Although he doesn't. It is like he has blinders on. All he can see is the young innocent teens that he is drooling over. He is truly pathetic.

I wonder what it feels like for the hunter to become the hunted. This hunter is now being hunted himself. By a new creature. An individual seeking to bring into a new found justice. He is taking their extra curriculum activities personal. He loves the chase and the hunt. To him the hunt is what it's all about. It is everything to him. In the end they are all merely dead. Even before he cuts their rotten throats from ear to ear. It is not here where it ends, but where it all starts. Forty-seven thrusts of a long and a wide blade. Plunged into the chest. Right through to the heart.

They were all dead before even one plunge of the blade into the chest. So much blood. So much pain. So much fun. The act of all this is exciting and exhausting all at the same time. It is wondrous and it is tormenting. Yet it is a necessary torment. It is a torment worth every last second of despair. The sharpness and the cutting preciseness of pain only last for a little while, so it is all controllable for this master of death.

I will wash away all the pain and the blood with even more blood. I will prove to all the gumshoe's out there that this is not a mere tragedy be falling this dirtied city. I will pull back the blindfold of lady justice. She will see clearly when I am done. She will yearn for a voice, but I will be her voice. She will have words for us all. They will want to destroy me, because men always want to destroy what they can not comprehend and what they fear, and I will bring back fear to everyone who is lost in unrighteousness.

In your hands you possess all you need to join the game, but I doubt you will ever become the winner. Victory is mine. I am destined to show this city what true justice really looks like. I do not see your fellow brethren looking too eager to waste their time on me, but you my dear Inspector are not in the same pedigree. This Inspector Black. Johnnie T. He is not the average investigator. He is especially intelligent. Highly educated. He is a sad soul, I must confess. Really a poor chap I must say so. I have seen him fumbling his way around this city. None of them really have a clue. They are all peering down dead end streets and in the dark none the less. However I do expect them to rise to the challenge. Well at least Special Inspector Black at least. This will make them all feel alive and energized in their new found skin. Electric. Well, enough chit chat for now. I will send you voyeurs of death a nice sample. Only a mere sample. Nothing too over the top, nor extravagant. I cannot waste too much of my time, for my mission is clear. I am busy now seeking whom I may soon and very soon devour. See you soon.

My work is all that I have. It is destiny that I am in this business of retribution. I am a new creation. I am losing myself in the fact that I am now the true lady of justice. This fact can never be denied. I will do every thing in my power to ensure that my mission exceeds my every hopes and wishes. I will definitely bleed for these one's. I will never give in, nor will I ever give up. I will promise swift and exacting justice. They will all know that they have been judged not by me alone, but also by a god and his holy son. The only Christ. They have all been damned. These lost vessels of hate and greed. These satan's are all about to be ex-communicated from this world and the one also which follows. I will utterly destroy them. These children of evil will very soon be put to the test, but it will be a test they will never pass. They will give their lives to the innocents.

I must explain myself. Even though I do not care for it at all. I am your lady of death. I am the soul of this lost and blackened city. I can and will bring back her light. She shall shine once again. There will be many of course who are not welcome to this new found light, but it is the right and proper thing to do. This town has been lost in the dark for way too long. It seems like forever. Fear and disgust has ran rampant throughout these dirty streets overflowing with sin and death. I will start something new. Something so unheard of and at the same time strikingly profound. They will call me a darker saint.

This will all be a new beginning. A beginning of the end of things which were. Time may even stop to a flutter, but do not be dismayed. I will never stop, nor shall I go away. I am here for the long haul. I will destroy all those who have corrupted the innocents of this city. No more will I just stand by and be a spectator. I will be a doer of thy word and not just a hearer alone. I shall be a world changer. See you soon...