Enigma Black by Furlong-Burr Sara

Author:Furlong-Burr, Sara [Furlong-Burr, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-11-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

The Man in Black

Removed from society, sheltered by the abyss of darkness, he remained. Society was a joke with a punch line he didn’t find humorous; a travesty that needed to be erased from publication. And since no one else was up to the task, he’d be the one to do it. He was the entity they’d dubbed The Man in Black. To attach an identity to one based purely upon their physical attributes was a cliché. After all, he’d killed countless people. Surely, they could do better than bestowing him with a moniker based upon his gender and choice of attire. Then again, they were nothing more than mere mortals, and he shouldn’t expect too much.

He stood from his vantage point atop the Piedmont Tool and Die building, steadying himself for his decent. Leaping between both it and an abandoned warehouse on the opposite side, he used his feet like a spring to bounce between the two buildings until he landed on the crumbled, concrete sidewalk. In the last ten years, he’d made a profound impact upon humanity. Single-handedly, he’d instilled enough terror to make them abandon their livelihoods. They were afraid of him and he loved it. He’d been called a serial killer, deranged, a monster even. These references annoyed him. There was no rhyme, reason, or pattern to his killings and, therefore, he was no serial killer. The monster label, on the other hand, he somewhat agreed with as he knew he’d ceased being human long ago.

From the neck down, he was no longer organic. The injuries he’d sustained over the last ten years of being pursued had rendered him more robotic in nature. His last injury, a gunshot wound to his abdomen, still throbbed with the bullet having come close to striking his spleen. He’d nearly succumbed from the blood loss but, as always, he managed to pull through. Years of cheating death made him quite oblivious to mortality. There was no one who could stop him no matter how badly they were able to mar his body. After all, there were always replacements. In fact, quite a few of his organs were organs he had not been born with. Portions of his arms and legs had been rebuilt with titanium steel, replacing the original bone. Skin grafts covered areas of his back and chest. No one ever saw him without a shirt on, nor would they as, most certainly, a slew of annoying questions would surely follow.

He adjusted his mask, allowing the cool air to brush against his face, drying up the sweat accruing under its confines. His victims were relying too much on their government to protect them. They were looking to their beloved leader for answers, reassurance, and safety. But, instead of coming to their aid, this government was using his existence as a platform to benefit its own agenda. The curfew they’d enacted not only spat on the foundation their country had been built upon, but was as big a joke as society itself.

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