The Guardian

they may have trying to figure out what had happened. There wouldn’t be any evidence. They would never figure it out on their own. They’d discover who the man was sure. They’d even uncover his past. However, they would never know the why of it. That was the sad thing. Therefore, the cast was set. This was just a message, a sample of what was to come. It wasn’t the smartest thing for him to do, but they had to know. First thing in the morning, they would find out who and what this monster was. It would be the first of many, only then would they understand the reason and justification of his actions. Yes, it would be the first and definitely not the last of such messages. The others who were yet to come would simply be reminders. All he wanted was to let them know. Let them know that there was a new judge and jury in town. He would keep reminding them until they got it right and there were no more abused children left. All of the news stations would be all over it. It would most probably be Channel 8’s big breaking news story. They were pathetic with shit like this. They’d run the story repeatedly until you were just sick to death of it. They went back and forth between this and the stupid weather. They repeated it every three minutes. That’s what he wanted though. It was important to let all of those parasites out there know that he was coming. He wanted to let them know that he was here, and that he wasn’t going away. He couldn’t go away. The children needed him. He’d seen and heard enough. He was their protector, the champion of their cause, their savior from the hell in which they lived. He was the Guardian!
    Chapter 2
    He had grown up a nothing. He had no name. He had no mother or father. He had no family at all. He had nothing connecting him to anything even remotely resembling a life. He was nothing more than a product of the state. He was just another piece of the foster home system. It was a life forced upon him not unlike so many other children. Those forced to live a life in a system that gave minimal care. Like so many others, being brought into this world by those who cared even less.
    His mother had left him at one of the clinics and walked out. She disappeared forever before anyone could find out who she was. She was probably a hooker or a junkie who didn’t need the extra responsibility in her life. Therefore, his life began.
    This lonely, sole human being did what he considered time. He had bounced from one foster home to the next. He was abused, mentally, physically and even sexually, leaving an everlasting effect on what would later become, unbeknownst to him at that time, his purpose in life.
    Neglected and ignored, quite simply he was nothing more than a paycheck for the families who took him in. The problem was, the older he got, the more trouble he became, and the harder it was to get another family to take him in. Constantly returned to the home like trading in a car at the local dealership was normal.
    It was becoming a torment, a mental torture to watch the other children around him subjected to the same things, often times even worse things than he was. For some, it would mean an early death.
    There had been unreported child deaths of the younger children while under the care of Child Welfare Offices, the local federally funded child welfare facility. It was under investigation to determine if in fact there could be justifiable cause or some inexplicable reasons for such things. Some local lawyers had even stepped up to help solve some of the problems. There were 79 unexplained child deaths over a three-year period. None of them had been investigated.
    One of the things that had helped him through was his friendship of one of the older boys whom had befriended him. He was younger and just going through the adjustments of foster care living.
    Joshua, the older boys name had come to him one night as he lie in his bunk, crying, feeling lost and helpless. He wondered if this was the life that he should expect and what had he done to deserve such a damnation as it was.
    “Can I help in some way?” Joshua had asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.
    “No, no one can help me. I don’t know who I am, where I came from, what’s going to happen to me.” The young boy sobbed.
    Joshua spent a long time talking to the young boy. He explained that they were all the same, that they all had a common core of existence. Trying earnestly and sincerely to comfort him and to