User:Yeti/Comic/1

{On the screen are the words "March 18, 1911, New York City"}

{Cut to a young man with brown hair. He is trying to get to work. He goes over into the woods. He hears a gunshot, and runs out.}

{Cut to inside the woods. Our favorite unaging Anti-Hero is in front of a skeleton, with his gunblade in hand. Cops run in.}

RAIKU: Hmm, the police are here. You are late.

COP: Freeze! Put your hands behind your head.

RAIKU: Okay, I will "freeze". Heh heh. {There is screaming. Cut back to the man.}

MAN: I will be late. I will be late. Oh no. {He runs into the forest, where blood is every where.}

RAIKU: Any last words? No, I guess not. {Kills the last cop, with the young man watching. Raiku turns to him} What are you looking at, jackass? {End}