Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Little Tokens

"Little Tokens", all I really have now. What are my little tokens? A violin that needs new strings, a gun that was inscribed to me, an air force jacket, sunglasses... just little tokens of a life I'm now dragging far behind me.

You can call me LeCroix, it's my last name. My partners on the force knew me as the Banshee, whereas my family new me as someone else. Why don't I consider my family as little tokens, some may wonder? Because they are all dead. I am an only child, mother died during my birth, father was murdered a few years back. My uncle (father's brother) raised me. He was the Captain while he was still alive. I watched him wither slowly as he tried to hunt down his brother's murderer. I was a kid then, some may argue I still am now; but I knew he was just killing himself slowly.

Relevant to the topic: I have an intelligence quotient of 177.

IQ means only so much at a young age; however I was no ignorant child. My uncle insisted he would handle it and there was nothing I could do. Mind you, he was kind about such. It meant little to me, I've always been persistent and so I was. I read the files he brought home after he fell asleep, I eavesdropped and followed him. To cut the story short, I found the murderer. Nearly got myself killed doing so, but my uncle was a smart man. He knew just where to look by the end of it.

It wasn't difficult to persuade them into allowing me to start apprenticing at the force afterwards. Everyone has a knack for something; hunting criminals down seemed to be mine.

But every story has its own twist. What is mine? Hunting a criminal who is aligned with the supernatural. This hardly seems possible, on most days I think just that. When you witness your last remaining family member perish everything starts to feel surreal. The criminal who slayed my uncle goes by the name Gallows and travels with a partner named Graves. They are unusual and dangerous; the force won't go after them now that they have left our jurisdiction. I kindly turned in my shield to pursue the two for their crime, and all the ones they have committed since then.

I heard those involved call these types Proxies. I have encountered a few that seem to be chasing after the two. They are dead now; I do not take threats of any kind lightly. I've decided any proxy that is in the vicinity of me will get a bullet to the head.

I have come here after learning how many predators use this site. I cannot promise frequent posts, it isn't a priority to me. However, I will check often for information. If anyone has information in regards to the partners in crime please inform me in comments or an email.

Thank you.


  1. You may have to side from the supernatural yourself to deal with those two.
    Ticktockticktock. Now that you're aware of the Proxies and the supernatural forces behind them, your own clock has begun to tick down.

    You need help.
    You can't do this on your own.

    I am no threat to you. I am not a Proxy. If I am, then I'm unaware of it.
    I only wish you well.
    Good luck.
    You'll need it.


    1. Are you offering aid or giving me warning?