04-19-94

Dear Diary,

I know I said in my last diary entry I was going to look into F, but I have other business to attend to first: her.

I was out at 2am taking a walk trying to come up with a way to find information on F when something caught my eye. The girl looks no older than 10 years old, hand being pulled by the man towards the alley at 2am in the morning. I could hear her yelling for help but got smacked across the face in response. I could see the tears streaming down her face as she clutched her cheek with her other hand. She quieted down after that. I follow them at a distance to see what would happen stopping at the end of the alley and glancing around the corner. The man pushes her down onto the ground, whispers something in her ear and climbs on top of her. He takes off her shirt and starts working to take off her pants. I pull out a hunting knife and quietly walk up to them, the girl looks at me and I put my finger to my mouth. The man turns to look at me and I lift him up throwing him into the brick wall like he weighs nothing. As I walk over to him, I see that there’s fear in his eyes. I kneel down to whisper to him, voice cold and filled with rage, “You know who I am. You deserve to rot for what you almost did to her!.” I kick him multiple times before putting my knife to his throat and slicing it efficiently.

The girl gets dressed, runs over to me and clings to me as tears run down her face. Hesitantly, I wrap an arm around her and lead her away from him.

I know what you’re thinking: why is a 10 year old girl out at 2am by herself? That is the question isn’t it. Stay tuned for my next entry where we find out more about her.

Yours truly,

Misunderstood villain Q

(Author note: Should I continue this?).