Week Two

Wow I must say the feeling of being a vigilante is kind of mixed. Both me and Parker are trying to be heros and cleaning up the city but he's trying to save everyone and let the law decide on what to do with the criminals afterwards. Me on the other hand I like the take justice into my own hands because I don't believe the victims of these crimes will ever get the justice they truly deserve. Now I'm not saying that those guys would've walked away scott free after I called the cops on their operation but I highly doubt anything major would happen. The criminal underworld of this city and world is too complicated, old and interconnected for those simple kidnappers just simply be put away.

Anyways these last two weeks has been pretty fun. I would go on patrol every other night or whenever I feel bored on my nights off. I think I'm slowly getting a little famous but no where as big as paker because he's more in the daylight and spotlight of helping people. Whereas I'm only out at night acting as a ghostly predator to those who commit serious and harmful crimes. It's pretty cool honestly, I think it was a good idea to go with a different color scheme and build rather than being slick in spandex like Peter and all their alternative counterparts.

Surprisingly I've yet to encounter the friendly neighborhood spiderman during my operations and niether have I gotten the chance to hang out with Peter himself. He's always so busy now with volunteering at F.E.A.S.T with his aunt or being the spiderman that New York needs. I guess this is for the better because if either one of us met each other, his spider senses might go off. I might be fine if I don't have my suit on since he'll most likely ignore it since how could I know about his tingles and alternate life. But if we meet in our alter egos then all hell might break loose and it'll just depends on who's the faster draw and superior fighter...which I don't mean to brag but I just might be the better one. I have the power of God and anime on my side damnit.

The drug that I found going through my neighborhood a couple of days ago was pretty interesting. It's nothing like I've ever seen before. It has all the components of a dopamine booster and euphoria arousal that any other drugs can produce. But it has the chemical structure more similar to that of a biological protein than that of a 'drug' compound. I haven't and won't take it to see the affects because I refuse to be under the control and influence of a narcotic. I've ran the simulations of what would happen when this substance is consumed on my computer and the results are less than desirable. Hell I've seen watched some consumers use it on my neighborhood and they seemed to get higher than a kite. The affects seems to kick in really quickly because after about 10 minutes the eyes and mouth of the subject will begin to glow with a strange light. This seem to last for hours before stopping.

Anyways I've been following my drug dealer friend around for awhile now an I've traced his trail back to it's distribution source. It's a night club out in Harlem that's under the ownership of a large crime syndicate. I want to say this has to be under Fisk and the

Rigoletto family but I'm can't say it with a 100 percent certainty. I haven't been inside the club just yet because security seems tighter than a bitch but I'll get there. I'm not in any rush since they've been doing illegal shit without me for a long time and will continue to do so if I don't intervene. It won't really matter when I do it, I just want to make all the connections of the chess board before I make my move.

The human trafficking warehouse was a little different account because if I didn't step in, the girls would most definitely be sent half way around the world to be sold off to some rich fuck and never be seen again. I only take immediate actions if I deem it necessary, otherwise I'm just exposing more of myself to the public and it's under belly. I aim to be a living legend of fear, a spider boogie man for the wrong doers. Not a hero that lives in the limelight.

Tonight I do want to try taking a look at what's going on inside the club. It must be connected to the next door building through an underground access because there's a lot of food traffic in the front of the house but there's also a lot of cars and trucks coming in and out of the back of the next building. Now I know it's not a parking lot because this place is no where big enough to have a multistory parking lot next door and the actual parking spot for the club is down the street from here.

I take a few steps back away from the edge of the rooftop that I'm on before running to make a leap. I summersault over the busy and bustling street below as I softly land on a building next to the building where all the cars are coming in and out of. I get over to an air vent and crawl inside. After a few minutes of navigating the maze of the buildings ventilation system I finally come to an area that I wanted to see.

The main room behind the docking station is full of heavy duty shelves. These shelves contain lots of heavy duty wooden crates and metal kegs of why I presume to be alcohol. Now this must be a very busy and highly profitable business because there's a lot of non warehouse workers go through a door. I crawl towards the direction of the heavy foot traffic area and soon I stumble on to a waiting room. Huh yeah I guess this is where everyone comes to pick up their pay because they're all waiting to enter an office room.

The ones that walked out of the office seems happier than when they walked in and out looks like they're holding a thick envelope before tucking it away into a pocket or a coat. Definitely nothing fishy going on here. I continue to crawl around until I arrive over a more interesting room and conversation. "What the fuck do you mean you can't find him!" A tall strong build man struck out a fist toward one of his henchmen. "I wanted you to do a simple fucking tash and you can't even do that? I fucking hard is it to find one man that's wearing all red running through our neighborhood." He struck the man again. "I don't want to see your face again until you bring his ass here. Or else you're as good as dead the next time you step back here without a man in a red latex."

Ooo that's some kinky ass shit man. Running around in skin tight red leather while beating up thugs and busting drug and arms deals? Now I can get on that train. But just where are these people coming from....fuck I'm in Harlem so there can only be one or two people that fit that description. I just hope I don't run into them because it'll just be like running into Peter but they're actually skilled in close combat.