Paint it Black

  Every city is dawn and filled with graffiti in it, from young rift raft as some call them. The hoodlums of the city, the gangs that stroll the street, thinking they own them. Graffiti was a way one could claim turf, but sometimes it was just for some to express themselves. Using the city as a canvas, their gate way to creating a beautiful colorful world.

However not everyone finds graffiti to be beautiful or tasteful, especially with the gang signs and poorly used grammar. To some the art work made the city look worse, like it was a bad city to be in, of course Kydian wasn't a great city to begin with. The Hunters were one to not like it, well not all of them hated the graffiti, but the leader was unimpressed. He often tried to help fund the city, to get the graffiti cleaned up, yet when it was cleaned, it was just fresh start for the gangs to reclaim turf. It was causing wars and though the Hunters and cops would try to keep the peace, it was a war that wasn't being won.

However there was another whom hated the graffiti, who saw it as a plague in some ways. Though they loved the art work, they hated with passion the distasteful ones and the hoodlums it belong to. So they or should it be said he, decided to do something about it.

He had gathered up some buckets with paint, paint brushes, and wore black coveralls. Setting out, he moves to the first graffiti filled alley, with a choice to whether pick and choose which graffiti to stay. He had made in his mind that all should be removed, it was only fair. Dipping the paint brush, he began to paint over it, the black paint covering it completely. He had about 100 brushes and paint rollers with him, yet no one else helped him.

Maybe he thought someone would, someone whom hated the graffiti as much as he. Finishing the alley, he moved to another one and started on it. Once the day was half was done, he moved past the first alley he started on, only to find it had fresh graffiti in it. This only infuriated him and with this he would release a black mass of tendrils from his back. Grabbing all the brushes and paint rollers, going madly to town painting the entire city black, it didn't matter if it was covering a graffiti wall or a clean wall.

Now the Hunters leader had been away on business, with him Nine had tagged along. They had only been gone a day, reaching up to Kydian. They came to a stop, Nine looked at the now black city, tilting his head "You had the city painted black? I mean I knew you hated the graffiti, but to paint the whole city Momo.."

Momo stood there, clenching his fist "VOLTAIRE!" he scream out, only making Nine raise his brow. Yes it seem fitting, also correctly accused. Voltaire was now back in his hidey whole admiring his work. Now the city was one beautiful color and to him it was much better then to be multicolor. He sipped his rum and hummed a tune, a satisfied grin to his lip, almost like he knew Momo was pissed. Like he could hear his own name being screamed out. "I just love the color black." he murmured to himself.