Night Walker

Hi there people. Sorry for the delay, ut here is the next chapter. I edited this piece so it should sound better. Oh! I like to thank you all for your reviews, it means a lot. I will answer reviews at the end, but for now enjoy! ^.^

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Well I began life on a rainy, stormy night. According to what Sister Rose of St. Augustine Orphanage; she had been about to retired to her room that night when she heard knots coming from the main door of the ancient building. She had hurried to the door only to find nothing there. The Sister was about to close the door when she heard the crying from a buddle on the floor. There I was a newborn wrapped in bloody sheets wailing over the clash of thunder and lighting. Needless to say, Rose took me in.
Nobody knew where I came from or who had been my parents. All that was found with me was the bloody sheets I was wrapped in and a note that read,
“ Len Venile is his name. Please give him the life that I could not give”

That’s how life started for me, an orphan. It wasn’t that bad, only two people really gave a damn about me. I suppose growing up in a home with no past kind of makes a kid bitter. I was bitter. I took what I wanted no matter the consequence. Can’t count how many times I ran away from the home, but in the end always came crawling back after a few weeks for food and bed.
In any case I wasn’t the most liked orphan in the home. Sister Rose was the only grown- up that cared about me, and pretty much tried in vain to better me. Zane, Zane that bastard! But I leave him for later. In those days Zane was my best friend. We suffered through everything together. We even left the home together. I remember that night.

The night was a clear one; the stars shined brightly. I sat on the roof of the orphanage. It seemed the old stone building that was practically crumbling. The sounds of murder, crime, and misery couldn’t breach these walls; my home, the shelter that I would soon be leaving.
This was the eve of my eighteenth birthday. In less than ten minutes it would be midnight I and would officially be free from this place. I had to admit I had mixed feelings about leaving this place forever. In truth I had nowhere to go and not much of an education. The only thing that I had in mind was power. I wanted to be someone (sounds like a common dream for any orphan) and I knew that if I didn’t leave I would never accomplish that dream.
“I thought I’d find you up here” came a soft voice from behind me.
Surly enough, Sister Rose stood with a gentle smile on her face. Sister Rose was a plump, older woman. Of course, her body was covered in black like any nun. However, she had brilliant green eyes, full of life and hope. A few wrinkles showed on her tired face and I knew the cap on her head covered long dark brown hair.
“Yo” I replied.
“You should be in bed with the others Len. Why are you up?” she asked she made her way towards me. She stood right beside me looking down.
I turned back to the view of the city below, “Couldn’t sleep”
“Excited about becoming a man?”
“I guess. I’ll leave in the morning”
“You don’t have to Len. You have nowhere to go. At least stay till you find a job and a place” she said concern clear in her voice.
“No thanks sister. If I chicken out now I won’t be able to leave this place”
“But Len you are not prepared. Since you have been finding other things to occupy your time rather than studies,” she said sternly.
“I’ll get by” I replied not looking at her. “Hey sister, why do you care so much about me? All I ever done is give you grief”
She gave a heartily laugh, “That you have. You have given me more headaches than any child that has been here. Sometimes you are the devil himself, but that doesn’t matter. Child, I took you in when you were a baby. Now as a nun I had to bring you in, but the extra love I give you is something I do on my own freewill. Len, you are like the son I never got the chance to have. You know before I became a nun I was pregnant. But my husband left me and I miscarried. That hurt a lot. But Len, sweetheart when I held you for the first time I felt as though I had my own baby in my arms…so that’s why I love you so much”
I couldn’t help a smile that spread across my face. “Thanks”
“Whatever you do honey, I will always love you. I just wish you’d do something great with your life, like your singing. You have such a beautiful voice”
“Sorry sister but I not going to be choir boy”
“Shame, just promise me you live a long, happy life”
“Promise”
“Now then…” From behind her, she pulled out a small cupcake with a single candle sticking out of it. “Happy Birthday Len! Now make a wish”
“Sister…”
“Come on now before the wind does it for you” she playfully scolded
I made my wish “I wish to be someone great” and blew out my candle.

“Unfortunately, my wish came true but didn’t last long.”

At this point Kana had been quiet. Snuggled against my chest listening to my every word.
“Sister Rose sounds like a good person” She finally said.
“Yeah, she was the best. Probably still at the orphanage”
“I didn’t know you could sing”
“Trust me my vocal cords are long gone so don’t ask me to sing”
“Okay. Len where did you get that scar on your cheek?’
“Well this is part of the story that gets ugly. Are you sure you want to hear it, because its pretty bad?” I asked worry in my voice.
“Yeah its okay I can handle it” She replied smiling up at me. I ran a hand threw her soft hair. She was cute,
“Okay here it goes. This scar is from the first man I ever killed…”
Kana flinched a little after that statement but other than that made no sound. I began my tale.


By the morning Zane and I had left like I said. Days after I wished that I should have taken Sister Rose on her offer. With nowhere to go Zane and I had no choice but to live under the gang that we were a part of.
The Razors were their name, which in my opinion was a pretty lame name. Regardless the gang was our new family. T-Shawn was the leader’s name. A nice guy once you get to know him but a vicious thug all the same; big, black and heavy muscled man. His head was shaved with only a do-rag to cover it. He had never finished high school but that didn’t make him any less smart. He knew exactly what to do become one of the main bosses of the city and Zane and I considered it a blessing to be under him.
T-Shawn liked Zane and I because we were tough and smart. We picked up things very quickly. However, we were still considered children and had a way to go before we could improve our ranks within the gang. But my moment of truth came on a hot July night a few years ago.
There will always be scuffs between rival gangs, that couldn’t be helped. On that night a strong gang known as the Sharks had started some real trouble. The day before they had abducted one the members of our gang which to happened to be the little brother of T-Shawn. The poor kid had been beaten to almost you couldn’t recognized him, and on top on that he had been gang banged by those sons of bitches.
I’ve never seen T-Shawn so angry till I saw him that night. In revenge, the Razors stormed on the enemy’s territory, which happened to be an abandoned industry district, a maze of canals and warehouses.
The battle was a tough one. The first part had only included lead pipes and chains, but Sharks pulled out knives and guns. Then things got real scary. I had been separated from Zane who had been my backup. Only armed with a chain and a small pocketknife, I sat crouched behind a crate. Listening to the yelling, the gunfire, and screams of people in the distance, having no idea if it was my own or the enemy.
My heart pounded against my chest and my body didn’t stop trembling. Fighting with pipes and chains is one thing I could deal with, but guns…that had me scared. I didn’t want to die. Well who would?
My breath caught in my throat as I heard hurried footsteps approaching.

My heart raced as the footsteps stopped a few feet from me. I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. Tonight I represented the Razors, a soldier. There was no-way in hell I was going to hide behind a crate and wait for everything was over.
Len Venile is no coward.

In one swift movement I rose to my feet, my chain at the ready to deliver a heavy blow. My gray eyes locked onto green ones. A tall, middle-aged white guy stood wearing a black trench coat. Red hair stuck in every direction and many scars covered his face. As soon as I took in all of his appearance, I came to realize that this man was William Mc’Shae the leader of the Sharks.
My body froze to the spot. In slow motion the elder man raised twin 45’s at me. My mind remained blank, but my instincts took over.
I dropped to the ground as the guns fired. I rolled behind another crate. I heard the man shuffle, looking for me. Without giving a moments hesitation I rolled out into the open. The man quickly turned for another shot at me.
As quick as lighting I swung my chain. It curved in the air and knotted the guns from his hands. It was perfect. I couldn’t believe I pulled it off.
William cursed loudly at his sore hands.
“You little shit!” I growled.
Lucky for me, the force of my blow made the guns fly out of his hands and into the canal not too faraway. The splash made relief wash over me. At least he didn’t have the guns anymore. However, my little victory was short lived. From inside his trench coat he pulled a hunting knife. An evil grin spread across his face.
In instant I swung my chain again. But this time he expected my movements. He stuck out his arm and the chain wrapped around it. In one forceful tug he yanked on the chain. I lurched forward letting go of the chain as it flew to its new master.
“Stupid child” he hissed.
A sharp pain hit my back. A scream escaped my mouth. The chain that I had been using came cracking down on me. Pain shot threw my body like a drug, making me lay there limp.
William has expected that blow had knotted me down for good. I could hear him walk slowly towards me, the sound of death coming my way to deliver the final blow.
“You little punk. Did you really think that you could kill me? You fucker” he said in a mocking tone. He then delivered a hard kick to my side. I winced.
“I have to admit you got spunk. Too bad”
He leaned down to my level. I felt the cold on his blade next to my face. “You’re cute, much prettier than that little black shit I had last night. You have such a beautiful face…”
I screamed as I felt the blade dig into my cheek. Sliding across making a thin line. I could feel the blood flow from the cut.
“Opps I cut you. I guess I ruined your beauty. Well no choice now but to finish you up” he said in sadistic tone.
I knew that was the last thing he was going to say to me before he killed me. But I didn’t want to die. I managed to pull my knife from my side. Before he could lean down and stick that knife of his into me, I stuck my little blade into his lower leg.
He screamed and dropped down.

In pure instinct, before he could recover and finish me off. I grabbed his broad blade from his shocked hand. With the blade I quickly plunged it into his chest.
He gasped as blood started to leak from his mouth. His green eyes looked down at the wound. As for me, like an experienced soldier, I twisted the blade within his chest, slicing any vital organs in the area.
Blood oozed on to my hands. The leader of the sharks gave a loud choke as more blood ran from his mouth. For a brief moment our eyes met. His eyes were wide in horror.
He slumped forward, landing on me, dead. I had just killed a man.

A good ten minutes later T-Shawn and Zane came across me. I still was puking my guts out, hands covered in blood along with cut on my face; the knife still within the former Sharks leader chest.
T-Shawn had comforted me, saying, “The first time is always the hardest”. His voice was laced with some sorrow. I guess he didn’t want me to end up a killer like him. In any case it had taken a while for me to get over killing someone. If any good came out of it was that the Sharks broke up and I was given a higher rank.
The cut he gave to me turned into the ugly scar I have now. Also, the encounter with William showed me what I was capable of doing. I didn’t need to think to make actions. I didn’t know in later years many of the same situations like with the Sharks would come up. I would kill again and again out of pure instinct. I didn’t know I would grow numb to the effects of guilt of taking human life or would I start to enjoy the power of god; the power of holding life in my hands and being able to command people around me.
I never imagined that T-Shawn would be killed in a drive-by shooting. I didn’t imagine in the moment where I held him in my arms in the pouring rain that he would make me leader of his gang and then die.
After that I did become the new leader of the Razors, but I changed the name to Black Vipers instead, I never liked Razors. I then began to turn my gang into the nastiest gang to ever be born and rule over the city. In a few short years I did accomplish that, but only enjoyed the fruits of my labor for a short while. However, the time I did have in power was great.
Steel Eyes Len is what they called me. My gaze could make any man crumple in fear, and my strike was like a vipers. But in any case that was my life.
Kana had said nothing to me as I told my story. I wondered if she was asleep or just plain horrified that I was such a monster in my life. I looked down at her.
“Well now you know. So what you think?”
“Were you really a gang leader?”
“Yup. You’re sharing a home with a legend” I grinned bitterly. I was expecting her to jump up and call a priest to have me exercised.
“It must have been hard on you. Accomplishing what you did and then watching your friends die around you”
He words surprised me, her brown eyes staring at my sadly.
“Yeah, but that’s life. You hate me?”
“No…but I probably will tomorrow when you piss me off again. I don’t care about your past Len…you’re still my friend…”
For a moment an I felt warmth spread across my body. I couldn’t help but smile at that. “You’re my friend too, so I feel protective of you. I don’t want to make you mad but that ass has to go…”
She put a finger to my lips; I could feel the sweet warmth of them. “Lets not talk about him right now okay?” she whispered.
I gently kissed her finger. “Okay…what else do you want to know?” I asked tightening my grip around her back.
“Len…how did you…die?” she asked in small voice.

I guess I have expected that question, didn’t make it any easier to tell.
“Well…” I began but I noticed that Kana’s eyes slowly closed. I felt her body grow cool.
It occurred to me that I had been rambling for more than two hours and I hadn’t broken the bond between Kana and me. Without meaning to, I had sucked up a good amount of energy from the girl. With the loss of energy she had fallen asleep. I smiled down at my sweet little butterfly.
“Perhaps another time, love,” I purred. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before breaking the bond.
My physical body faded till I was my ghost self. I fazed through Kana till I was standing. I grabbed a quilt lying on the foot of the couch and covered the girl. I would let her sleep for now.
I faded from the apartment and flew through the streets. I had to find someone, another ghost. I have been meaning to talk to Samuel, a veteran ghost. He’s been dead over two hundred years. He knows more about the powers of being a ghost then anything. I hoped that he could tell a way for me to get revenge on Zane. How a ghost could kill a living person…

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There you have it. Some of Len\'s past. Now for reviews.


To shannon- Thanks for the review, but the emile things are hidden so you have to check around to see if i update. But thanks

To Mistress of Destruction - I remember you from when I had the story up before. Glad you are still a fan of this story. Yes it does suck that I have to start over. Well if I wait for my information to be restored, y\'all be waiting for a while for the story to come back. Thank you for your support.

To Rho- Yeah I do hear that people really like the character of Len. At first I thought many wouldn\'t like his persona since he\'s a bit violent, but I guess I was wrong. Yes, Chris is an asshole for what he did, the question is will Kana take him back or not? With Len around he won\'t make it easy ^.^ Anyway thank you for the review and support. The story will continue and I hope you will keep being a fan. Thanks

To Feiya- I\'m glad you like the story, and well updates are a little random. I am getting a friend to be my personal editior, since my grammar and stuff suck. So hopfully the next chapers on out should be understandable. Oh, I will tend to cut off at cliff hangers, so sorry. Thanks for the review.

To Bane - Well I guess you are a returning fan. To bad you lost the name last time, but hopfully you can find it now. Thanks for the comment and being a fan.

To Maccam- Well nice to know you are a big fan of the story. \"The Ghost of Mrs. Muir\" was a black and white moive. I\'ve seen it and have gotten inspiration from it. As for Len and Kana getting together...well...you\'ll just have to see. it can go either way ^.~ No I don\'t think it werid to want to have a hauting like Kana. I guess it would be pretty neat, but I know at first, I would freak out. Thanks for the review.

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Thanks for all the reviews, I look forward to the comments. I hope to reach the over two thousand hits I had before and the numerous reviews. Really thanks for sticking around for this. My other works should be up soon...well I have to work on them some more. Thanks and good-bye. Later all ^.^