It was a dreary night in the middle of May. The only sound to be heard was the splash made by a lifeless body falling into a puddle. A shadowy figure walked out of the nearby alley and leaned over the body, examining it for signs of life. The fallen man had lacerations on his torso, his shirt had been torn clean off and his eyes devoid of emotion. After a few kicks to the side with no reaction, the shadowy figure concluded the man was now dead. Now that he was certain he had killed him, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and began writing on it.
“Everyone’s story must be told.” He mumbled to himself. He looked up into the dark sky, thinking to himself “This is only the beginning. Justice must be had.” Once he was finished writing the details of his encounter with the now-dead criminal, he shoved the paper back into his pocket and slowly disappeared into the night.
The light of dawn illuminated the sky, drying the puddles of the previous night. It was around that time that a shriek was heard. A woman had been taking her routine early morning walk when she noticed the corpse of a man lying near the street. Within minutes the cops had arrived and were examining the body.
“What happened here ma’am?” asked the officer.
“I was just jogging through the street like I always do…” she tailed off as tears flowed down her face, horrified at the site before her.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to continue you with your story. This is very important to us, and we must know everything you know about this” the officer persisted.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…I…can’t believe this. I know this man…but I was just on my way back and I saw this body laying here. That’s all I know officer, I swear!” the woman exclaimed before falling into a fit of hysteria once more.
The officer finished taking notes of her testimony, thanked her and headed back towards his car.“Can you believe this Mike?” asked the cop’s partner. “I’ve seen this guy dozens of times in prison. But he always gets out on good behavior. It’s tough to think anyone could bring him down…I mean this guy had to be a legit 6’5 250 lbs and I can tell you from personal experience that he’s no pushover. I didn’t see any stab or bullet wounds, so someone took this guy down barehanded.”
“It’s definitely out of the usual” Mike replied. “Take the car back to the station; I’ll meet up with you later. I’m going to inspect the body a bit more” he proclaimed. His partner nodded and left the scene. Mike had seen this man before as well. Eddie O’Neill was a criminal that many were familiar with. Mike had brought him into custody for a multitude of charges. Possession of narcotics, numerous assault charges, and he had once held up a gas station. He knew this man never should’ve been on the street is the first place. As he walked back over to the body, he noticed something on the wall near the body. At first he’d just assumed it was graffiti, but after another look, it certainly looked more like suspicious. Five simple words were all it was, and they read: One down, everyone to go.