World Through White Eyes

This is the record of my life. I am Adam; I am a white. I have been in this city for 9 months now. One of the children I rescued gave me this journal as a reward. I have seen the threats here. Reds run ramped and do as they please. They pillage, rob and other things I will not mention, shall a person find this if I lose it. I figured a record of my life would be good since I am the only white in existence.
I remember the first time I saved a young girl. It was 6 months ago. I had spent 3 months trying to secure some way of earning money but ended up taking the thing I need instead. It's not the best way to survive; especially if you get caught; but it works for now. I was walking the streets at dusk when I heard yelling. I ran over and saw a red holding a young blue rather tightly. He had an evil grin on his face and the poor girl was fighting to get free. I was going to call someone but there was no one to call. I was scared, I'll admit that. I knew that if I didn't do anything, that blue would probably be dead by tomorrow. So I climbed the nearest building and dropped behind the red.
"Hey! Butt-head!" I shouted. The red turned, still holding onto the blue. I struck him in the jaw and knocked him out with that one strike. He let the blue go and fell to the ground; the blue hid behind me.
"t... thank you" she said.
I simply nodded, still not totally comprehending what I had done.
She asked if I could take her home and I agreed. She said she was just going out to the small store when the red found her.
"Never go out alone" I told her and she gave me this journal as my reward. So instead of dwelling in the past, I will focus on the present. And so starts the beginning of the record of Adam.
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I wake and look for my next target. Wither it's from the news or I just head out into the night like a silent hunter. People call me the Spirit, because I'm a white. Oh well. Around me is a chain, I use it to trap a running red's feet. It's not that heavy to me. Probably because I use to be one of those monsters; with almost super human strength. I hear a girl yelling out and race to the college. It's twilight and the sun is cowering behind the mountains. The limited light lets me hide in plain sight. My hair and eyes may be white but I wear grey to blend in with the landscape. I whip out my chain and bring the Red down by the throat. He coughs and the Pink girl runs. I walk over and he looks at me with fear.
"don't... don't hurt me man" He whimpers.
"Don't hurt you? Why should I listen to your cries when you don't listen to those very cries from your victims?"
He gulps and shuffles back against the tree. I stare at him and he cowers as the sun hides from the world, bringing darkness. This man, wanted for hundreds of kidnappings and killings, is finished. I head back out into the night. One down, the rest of this town to go.
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"And yet another killer is in fact dead. Near this small towns college, authorities found Zack Sarkans tied to a tree, lifeless, this morning. Jessica Rhosyn, the most recent victim of Zack, says that the Spirit rescued her." I watched the reporter on the news tell of my aftermath.
"He just came out of nowhere and took the guy down. As scary as he is, I'm alive because of him"
I smile, glad that I saved another innocent life; and took out another crap-faced Red. I stayed up late, it was 10 in the morning and I hadn't gotten any sleep since I came home.
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Throughout the years I take down dozens of reds. I've never really considered if they were really good or bad; up until now. I'm going after a red tonight. They're a level 2. Oh yeah, I've gone by levels. 1 is just a common red They just get yelled and scared by me. 2 is one that is just purely immoral, dancing at stripper bars, just a jerk to everyone; I scare them and leave a few bruises. 3 is one that sells drug and does just about everything illegal; I beat the crap out of them and leave them for the cops. 4 is one that kidnaps people and kills a few; they don't survive my attacks. I'm not killing all reds, just level 4.
As I head out I grab a few weapon that I find laying around. They could be anything; I've learned that in the past 3 or maybe it's 4 years. I don't keep anything though; I don't wanna get caught. This time, I take chain. I don't need much more for a 2. I find her coming out of a bar and follow her to her home. She lives in a frat house in a college but I'm not cocky, so I wait. It pays off when she comes to take the trash out. I drop behind her and shove her forward onto her knees. "You filthy Red. You sell yourself and for what? Fun? The pleasure of it? The money?"
She gets up and wipes off her jeans. "Yes. They cash, I need it" She surprises me by not lashing out. I have scars from level 1 reds when they lashed out. Perhaps she's just being cunning. So I shove her again but she catches my arms and throws me to the ground. There it is, the anger. I groan, catching my breath. But the red stops and stares at me. "You're..... you're not a color?"
"Oh look, reds are smart" I say getting up.
"Oh really? Wow, aren't you a genius. See I live at a college. So I must be wanting to get more knowledge." Her sarcasms weighed heavily in the air. "You got that by sheer observation? I'm impressed"
That isn't sarcasm. I can hear it in her voice. The 'I'm impressed' that was real.
"look whoever you are, just leave me alone"
"I can't do that" I say and wraps her in the chains. I cover he mouth so she can't scream and wrap the chains tighter. "Stop selling yourself; it's a disgusting, filthy habit!" I lean over as I get a kick to the shin. She struggles but I still hold on and give a serious threat. "Stop, or I will come again. And you won't survive my encounter" This was true. Most reds, level 1 or 2 or any really, only tend to get worse. A level 1 will end up a level 4 eventually. It's inevitable!
I let her go and drop the chain. She takes a deep breath now that I don't have her and glares at me. "I'm not selling myself. I'm selling drinks. I'm not an immoral red! The Spirit." she scuffs. "Why only reds?"
"i haven't seen one that is moral" I say.
"See me in 2 weeks. I'll show you moral"
I lift my head at her, unbelieving. "Yeah right. No red can be moral" I leave her be and head out for another job.