Conscious.

The guilt, it was sickening. I've killed before but not like this. I can't sleep, I just have to keep moving. So I go to the beach, Johns blood is dried onto my clothes, the smell of his entrails still on me. I let everyone down doing this...how am I supposed to be the good guy? All of a sudden I hear a scream. I pick my head up very dishearteningly. I see some guys trying force a girl on the ground. You think I'm going to let this happen? Hell no. The messed with the Red Hood on the wrong day. I sprinted as fast I could across the sand slipping slightly as the nearest guy picked up his head. I round house kicked his head so hard I heard something snap. I pull my crow bar out and block an attack from a guy with a metal rod. I punch him square in the face, he falls down like a sack of potatoes. The guy with the hood then stood up, I kicked him in the chest hard enough to send him off his feet. Then it was just me and the freak with the skull mask and the knife.

-Red Hood

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