CrazyKika

"Did you hear the news?"
"what?"
"Johnny Grimm... Is dead."
Mike miller was sitting at the bar with Jake gordon, two local reporters. "What the hell happened to him?" asked jake, who had interviewed grimm often for the paragon times.
"Base got blown up by arachnos" said Mike, and at a low whisper he added, "They say lord recluse ordered the attack himself.."
Jake couldn't believe it. Just a month ago he was visiting Grimm's mountain base in Striga for an interview and dinner. It was the birthday of Second-in-command Leader, Flambe Cat.
John was a nice guy, but a little violent in his methods, rarely sparing his enemies. But he took his job very seriously. He was a socialist, so people knew he would never be famously respected, but still many saw him and his vigilante group, "The Anti-Reich" as the paragon antiheroes. He was always fighting for those less fortunate than him, even during the base raid he died in, he prevented any other casualties by evacuating the other members.

Suddenly, Mike and Jake heard a voice from the other side of the tavern.

"Grimm... is dead? Tragic.... the good die young."

It was a tall man of about 25 years of age, wearing a black trench coat and a hat that looked like it may have been stolen from The "Family."
He walked over to them...
"I guess he must have done something to piss of lord recluse that much..."
"Yeah," said Miller, "But the thing is, the autopsy shows that he didn't die from the blast, someone else killed him. They found claw marks all over his body, and he was impaled to death by four stab wound in a row... looked like he was attacked by some sort of wild dog.."
Jake was shocked. "who was the killer?"
"Well, They found blood on the floor of the base, after running some samples, some of the blood didn't belong to grimm, it belonged to a villain from port oakes, by the name of 'Ill Reb'"
The man in black looked up from his drink.
"Ill Reb? I've heard of him... didn't he kill that mafia guy?"
"Yeah, his name was Blloody vicious." Said mike. Grimm had been trying to off the man as well.
The man stood up.
"Barkeep, I'll pay for their drinks."
As he walded away, Jale noticed that the back of the man's neck was scarred badly, and in his jacked there was hole that almost looked like it was made by a bullet...
"Yo, jake."
"Yeah mike?"
"I'm leaving too.. take it easy man. Old john would have wanted it that way."

When jake got home, he found a note on his desk. it said:

'Jake.. that is your name right? Thank you for not knowing better.. Ignorance is bliss... If it wasn't for your slow logic, i would be rotting in brickstown again.
Outside of society...is where i wanna be.'

It was signed with an "X"

The next day Jake heard the news. Mike was murdered leaving the bar....

A clawed glove was found stuck in his back.

This is a story lifed for Paragon times repoter Jake Gordon's new book, "City of horrors." Based on his own experience with the loss of a friend, and the chilling knowledge he had gained from it. The book is available from Galaxy press. He will be doing a book signing on tuesday at the talos island books and music.

"Did you hear the news?"
"what?"
"Johnny Grimm... Is dead."
Mike miller was sitting at the bar with Jake gordon, two local reporters. "What the hell happened to him?" asked jake, who had interviewed grimm often for the paragon times.
"Base got blown up by arachnos" said Mike, and at a low whisper he added, "They say lord recluse ordered the attack himself.."
Jake couldn't believe it. Just a month ago he was visiting Grimm's mountain base in Striga for an interview and dinner. It was the birthday of Second-in-command Leader, Flambe Cat.
John was a nice guy, but a little violent in his methods, rarely sparing his enemies. But he took his job very seriously. He was a socialist, so people knew he would never be famously respected, but still many saw him and his vigilante group, "The Anti-Reich" as the paragon antiheroes. He was always fighting for those less fortunate than him, even during the base raid he died in, he prevented any other casualties by evacuating the other members.

Suddenly, Mike and Jake heard a voice from the other side of the tavern.

"Grimm... is dead? Tragic.... the good die young."

It was a tall man of about 25 years of age, wearing a black trench coat and a hat that looked like it may have been stolen from The "Family."
He walked over to them...
"I guess he must have done something to piss of lord recluse that much..."
"Yeah," said Miller, "But the thing is, the autopsy shows that he didn't die from the blast, someone else killed him. They found claw marks all over his body, and he was impaled to death by four stab wound in a row... looked like he was attacked by some sort of wild dog.."
Jake was shocked. "who was the killer?"
"Well, They found blood on the floor of the base, after running some samples, some of the blood didn't belong to grimm, it belonged to a villain from port oakes, by the name of 'Ill Reb'"
The man in black looked up from his drink.
"Ill Reb? I've heard of him... didn't he kill that mafia guy?"
"Yeah, his name was Blloody vicious." Said mike. Grimm had been trying to off the man as well.
The man stood up.
"Barkeep, I'll pay for their drinks."
As he walded away, Jale noticed that the back of the man's neck was scarred badly, and in his jacked there was hole that almost looked like it was made by a bullet...
"Yo, jake."
"Yeah mike?"
"I'm leaving too.. take it easy man. Old john would have wanted it that way."

When jake got home, he found a note on his desk. it said:

'Jake.. that is your name right? Thank you for not knowing better.. Ignorance is bliss... If it wasn't for your slow logic, i would be rotting in brickstown again.
Outside of society...is where i wanna be.'

It was signed with an "X"

The next day Jake heard the news. Mike was murdered leaving the bar....

A clawed glove was found stuck in his back.

"Did you hear the news?"
"what?"
"Johnny Grimm... Is dead."
Mike miller was sitting at the bar with Jake gordon, two local reporters. "What the hell happened to him?" asked jake, who had interviewed grimm often for the paragon times.
"Base got blown up by arachnos" said Mike, and at a low whisper he added, "They say lord recluse ordered the attack himself.."
Jake couldn't believe it. Just a month ago he was visiting Grimm's mountain base in Striga for an interview and dinner. It was the birthday of Second-in-command Leader, Flambe Cat.
John was a nice guy, but a little violent in his methods, rarely sparing his enemies. But he took his job very seriously. He was a socialist, so people knew he would never be famously respected, but still many saw him and his vigilante group, "The Anti-Reich" as the paragon antiheroes. He was always fighting for those less fortunate than him, even during the base raid he died in, he prevented any other casualties by evacuating the other members.

Suddenly, Mike and Jake heard a voice from the other side of the tavern.

"Grimm... is dead? Tragic.... the good die young."

It was a tall man of about 25 years of age, wearing a black trench coat and a hat that looked like it may have been stolen from The "Family."
He walked over to them...
"I guess he must have done something to piss of lord recluse that much..."
"Yeah," said Miller, "But the thing is, the autopsy shows that he didn't die from the blast, someone else killed him. They found claw marks all over his body, and he was impaled to death by four stab wound in a row... looked like he was attacked by some sort of wild dog.."
Jake was shocked. "who was the killer?"
"Well, They found blood on the floor of the base, after running some samples, some of the blood didn't belong to grimm, it belonged to a villain from port oakes, by the name of 'Ill Reb'"
The man in black looked up from his drink.
"Ill Reb? I've heard of him... didn't he kill that mafia guy?"
"Yeah, his name was Blloody vicious." Said mike. Grimm had been trying to off the man as well.
The man stood up.
"Barkeep, I'll pay for their drinks."
As he walded away, Jale noticed that the back of the man's neck was scarred badly, and in his jacked there was hole that almost looked like it was made by a bullet...
"Yo, jake."
"Yeah mike?"
"I'm leaving too.. take it easy man. Old john would have wanted it that way."

When jake got home, he found a note on his desk. it said:

'Jake.. that is your name right? Thank you for not knowing better.. Ignorance is bliss... If it wasn't for your slow logic, i would be rotting in brickstown again.
Outside of society...is where i wanna be.'

It was signed with an "X"

The next day Jake heard the news. Mike was murdered leaving the bar....

A clawed glove was found stuck in his back.