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[Ecclesiastes]

My name is Frank Williams, but most people just know me as Savior. To me its more than a name though, its a way of life. The streets are full of trash and I've made it my life's quest to be the garbage man. Some people tell to me that I can't make a difference, at least not one big enough to matter. Well, tell that to the mom I returned her kid to last week or the orc I kept from taking a beating from a bunch of racists punks. It made a difference to them. And, well, it even made one to me I guess. It makes it easier to wake up and continue existing...

The barrens were dark tonight. Darker than normal. A dense cloud cover had rolled in late in the evening and now thunder rolled through the sky. Without the moon to shine its light down, the street lights that had been shot out were missed by many. Savior walked through the streets looking for someone in need, something that wasn't too hard to find in Redmond. The lack of light didn't effect him too much though, he had his eyes on the Astral to help him make his way through the streets. The Astral also helped him find the trouble he went out looking for each night, he just had to follow the stink of fresh background counts.

The hairs rose on the back of Savior's neck as a scream tore through the night. His enhanced hearing pinpointed the cry, no more than a block away. He instantly broke into a run down the block, guessing that he'd just need to get up the street, round the corner and that he'd find an alley not too far away. Coming up to the corner, the slowed and peeked around the corner. The street was clear, but then the large orc raised his nose and sniffed. Blood. The coppery aroma was close. He tilted his head, trying to pick up any more sounds of trouble, but lightening cracked overhead. He creeped along the street, eyes scanning the area, then he saw it. A small abandoned storefront with the door cracked open slightly. The stink of violence seeped through the Astral, centered on the small building. He bolted across the street and slid along the street as quickly as he could. The closer he got, the more the adrenaline coursed through his veins.

As he neared the building, the door opened up and a large figure stepped out onto the sidewalk, lighting up a cigarette. Savior sighed inwardly, the ganger was an orc and it both saddened and angered Savior at the same time. He hated killing his own kind, but he couldn't let any crime go unpunished. Savior moved in, sliding his katana from its sheath. Dumbass, don't you know that lighting up a smoke ruins your night vision? The ganger lifted his smoke to his lips and Savior moved in, sliding his katana in and resting it against his throat. He choked and Savior didn't give him time to recover.

"That scream. What is going on inside?"

"What the frag? Nothin' man!"

Yeah. Play dumb, good idea. He slid the blade, cutting into a few layers of skin.

"Whoa! Easy! It wasn't me man! Just a few of the guys having some fun with some slitch, no big deal man!"

"No big deal? You piece of drek."

The spray of blood rained out into the street and the ganger dropped into a heap at Savior's feet. The smell of the blood brought a shiver up his spine and made him start to salivate, but he was focused. He stepped towards the door and put his foot into it, kicking the door from its hinges. For an instant Savior's senses were overwhelmed. The background count on the astral, the smell of blood and sweat, the whimper of the girl cowering in the corner as four punks stood around laughing as one of their buddies took his turn with her. Savior's heart broke, I'm too late...

Anger. It rushed through him so quickly that he didn't even hear the roar that bellowed from him. The girl screamed, but hers was lost quickly, drowned out by those of her assailants. Blood splashed the walls, gore spilled onto the floor, and bodies fell with a thump. His rage subsided and Savior stood in the middle of the room, knuckles white around the hilt of his sword, his breath hard and panting.

"Tha... Thank you..."

Savior nodded, "Are there more?"

She shook her head, the weight of what had happened crashing down on her and she crumbled to the ground.

He moved to her side and put out his hand, "Come on, lets get you out of here, I've got some friends that will help you out."

At least I hope he can. Martin's halfway home has been overfilled lately.

She nodded meekly. He helped her to her feet and walked her to the door, "Wait outside, I'll be right there."

"What if more come?"

"I'll hear them. Just wait outside."

As the door closed behind her, Savior slid his katana back into his sheath and then pulled out a fine bladed knife and bent down over one of the bodies. He made one more glance at the door to make sure no one was watching, then cut away a slice of meat from the gangers arm. He wiped the blade clean and put it away, then pulled a ziplock bag from a pocket of his cargo pants. He dropped the meat into the bag, zipped it up, and put it in his pocket. Standing up, he sighed, A guy has to eat after all... My name is Frank Williams and I'm a ghoul.