Tuesday, October 30, 2007


The weeks of recuperation have served me well. I feel more focused and clear in what needs to be done than ever before.

I'm in mid-leap and I hear the scream and I admit I'm getting a little excited. There's another scream and I doubleback to pinpoint it. I reach the edge of the rooftop and they're right below me. Three thugs have an elderly woman on the ground. Two of them hold her down as the third rummages through her purse for what little money she has.

I survey the scene a little more and then I take the plunge. I draw my sword as I fall and let it drag down the brickwall beside me, slowing my descent.


I come down hard on the roof of a parked car, sending all the windows shattering outward.

I think I have their attention.

They leave the woman alone and start marching towards me.

I take a leap and flip over their heads, placing myself between them and the woman. She's hurt but she can walk and I tell her to do just that. She doesn't want to see what's gonna happen next.

I can feel it the same as before. The thrill of it all is getting to me and I have to remind myself that as hard as it is to do, I shouldn't be having fun. This isn't a game.

The first one comes at me hard and fast. He's obviously had some training since his punches come with a rapid-fire focus that comes from someone who knows how to handle themselves.

He's still no match for me but I have to really be on my toes to dodge his attacks. What the hell? It'll be nice to actually break a sweat tonight.

I let him have his fun but when I see the other one coming to join in I have to drop him fast.

And the handle of my sword smashing against his nose does the job just fine.

I drop to the ground and kick out the other one's legs. I hear the bone snap and for a second I think I might be going a little too hard on these guys. But what do I care? They're still alive at least.

As his friends lay moaning on the ground the third little punk is shaking in his boots. I take one step towards him and he bolts.

I know I should let him go. I know he's nothing but a purse snatcher who's probably so high right now he won't even remember this tomorrow. But when I see him run into the fleabag bar up the street, a fleabag bar frequented by the likes of a lot worse than drug addicted purse snatchers....

I just can't help myself.

Besides... I could use a drink.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Suitin' Up

I've been laying low for the past few weeks. Just going over it all in my head. Regrouping, sorting things out, but above all else, healing.

I still can't believe I let it happen. My getting stabbed and having my back torn open sure wasn't part of the plan. It's just made me realize I wasn't ready. I was more than prepared physically, no doubt about it, this has all been years in the making. But mentally, not so much. I let my emotions play too big a part. I enjoyed it too much and I let the pleasure and the sheer thrill of it all distract me. It won't happen again.

I pace around my apartment endlessly, trying to burn off some energy but before long I can't take it anymore. I feel like a caged rat and I've got to break free.

So I suit up.

Black hat pulled low. Matching bandana concealing my face.

Black duster with the collar pulled high, hiding the japanese armour underneath.

Twin six-shooters on my hips with dragon-head handles and two ancient-as-shit kitana blades strapped to my back.

The perfect combination of the east and the west.

All this plus a few surprises of course.

Minutes later I'm hop-scotching across the rooftops, looking for a workout.

Looking for trouble.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

NinjaBandit's first fight scene


I don't know what's louder.

The shattering glass of the skylight as I plunge my body through it or the manic, gleeful laughter as I soar through the air, ready to find my fists a home.

It doesn't take long.

They come at me in a crazed spree. No planning or organization - just dread. None of them signed on for this kind of shit and now when they have to face it, all they can do is become what they've always been - spineless shits-with-a-pulse who crumble and cry once a newer, bigger, meaner kid moves in on the block.

And that's what I am tonight.

I'm new.

I'm big.

I'm mean.

And on top of that, I don't shy away from cheap shots.

I can't believe it but the first guy comes at me and he's actually smiling. He truly thinks he'll see tomorrow as anything but a hazy sliver of the near-death experience he's about to be catered to in T-Minus 3... 2... 1 .......


Hope you like eating through a straw, numbnuts.

Ok so it's going better than I expected. Their cries of excrutiating pain and the symphony of breaking bones are definitely adding a cocky edge to the proceedings but it all comes to a grinding halt when I feel it.

Or should I say don't feel it. Because I don't. But it happens nonetheless.

One of these vermin is actually able to pull a blade on me as I introduce his friend to the wonderful world of unconsciousness. And even though I don't feel it when it happens, it's still causing me a hell of a lot of trouble since.........

I'm now bleeding to death.

The adrenaline and anger flowing through my body is enough to keep me standing and drop the last few but I think you can understand the fact that I want to do a lot more.

So I find the nearest thing to me that might be remotely flammable and I reach into my pocket , pull out my lighter and it's barbeque central.

What's the main course tonight?

Gun-running scum who give people the means to kill each other and then cash their cheques and smile.

The blood loss starts to get to me and I stumble to the ground.

I'm able to drag myself outside.

I find some shadows to hide myself in and watch the cops/clean-up crew take care of the wreckage.

What can I say about tonight?

Mission accomplished. More or less.

Things got a little messy and I've got a lot to learn but, hey, it's my first time.

There's nowhere to go but up.

I'm just lucky my sister's a doctor..............and she knows how to keep a secret.

Next time: Costume Design

Monday, October 15, 2007

NinjaBandit's Big Debut

They've been inside for a little over an hour and the anticipation is killing me. All the prep work - the surveillance, the interviews, the background checks, the all night stakeouts - it's all coming together. And tonight's the night. The Big Debut. When the filth of this town will get their first look at the man who's going to clean it up.

The NinjaBandit.

The rain beats down and the wind is howling but it makes no difference. I can't think about something as trivial as personal comfort. Not when the bulk of all firearms flooding the city's streets are coming from the warehouse less than twenty feet below me and the scum inside are getting rich off innocent blood.

It's almost time.

I drop silently down from the ledge I'm perched on and step towards the glass of the skylight.
I can see them all plain as day and the thought that they have no idea what's coming puts a smile on my face. But I still have to wait. They're not all there.

I've got the suppliers in my sights but I need to wait for the buyers. Need to take out the whole lot if I'm going to make a bit of difference.

I watch them strut and swagger about the warehouse so pleased with themselves and I find it hard to keep my cool and then the door opens and the rest of the party arrives.

I wait for the money to exchange hands.

I wait for the deal to be done.

I wait until they feel safe.

And then I let them know that they're not.