The cool autumn breeze caressed the skin of his arms as he looked down on the city below him. Atlanta, Georgia. It was late and the moon looked like a huge white plate in the sky. His eyes surveyed the landscape below him. Vigilant. This was his city. This was his kingdom he would protect it's people from anyone who would do them harm and why not? After all, James Knight was born here and Darkwynd came to be in the mean streets below.

Drug dealers. Rapists. He was like them at one time, until that faithful day when everything changed. The story goes that at one time, James Knight was an unsavory character. At twenty two years of age, he was a well known meth dealer down in Dawsonville. Now back up there. Do you honestly think all drug dealers are evil? Some, deep down, aren't doing it for the money. No. Some are doing it because they have a family to support.

That day was hot. Summer of two thousand nine. He had just gotten done buying his daughter that new bike tje week before. Drugs did that for him. They put food on the table. They also bought his little girl presents. The best present she would get would be the news that her mommy and daddy were finally getting married. James was very happy about this as well, coupled with the fact that he'd just completed his third year of criminal psychology at UGA.

Irony is a cruel mistress. As he drank down yet another beer and snorted a line, he looked at his buddy Joseph. "Damn that's some good shit!"

The burning in his nose had made his voice a bit naselly. Joseph looked at him. "Dude! Slow down! I know it's good, but ya cain't just do that much at a time!"

"Aww, why not? I'm just celebratin'!"

"That's what Jacob said too an' he's dead."

Alright. Wait. Stop. What the hell happened here? I'll tell you exactly what happened. This, what you are seeing, is a memory. Suddenly we see him looking down at his watch.

"Oh shit! I gotta go!"

"Yea man, Eric's stuff always does that. Gives ya the squirts."

Suddenly, another voice is heard.

"Darkwynd?"

"Darkwynnnnnd?"

He snapped out of his flashback, and he looked at Shelly. His demeanor..well...it had changed.

"Shhh...." he placed a finger on his lips. "...I'm huntin' criminals."

"Wait...so your father was a serial killer yet you hunt criminals?"

"I said be quiet woman."

"Umm...I'm sure they're not gonna mind some noise."

"I'm sure your mouth wouldn't mind my hard dick."[/color

[color=#FF69B4]"What?"

"Huh?"

She knew she heard him right. But she let it go. She sat there, behind him, looking at his back. His scarred back. She could tell he'd been battle tested in his short life. Which raised more questions.

"Soooo...you've been doing this a long time, huh?"

"Ever since..." he sighed. "...my daughter was killed."

"Oh? Did one of the criminals kill your daughter?"

"No..." he looked down sadly. "...I did...but it was an accident. It was my fault. I knew that this world needed protection from people like me. Those like me must be punished. He never felt guilt when he murdered people."

"Your father?"

"Let's not talk about him. Right now, I don't even know where he is. Besides, everyone is pissed at him. Fuck that guy."

"Who is your father?"

He remained silent. Honestly, there was no "crime". He just perched up on the edge. Like a hawk. He looked at her.

"Darkwynd?"

"I don't wanna talk about it. I've said enough. You know, what I should be focused on is my match on Wednesday."

"Hmmm you are right. So what are your thoughts on your opponents?"

He shrugged.

"He sucks. She sucks. I'm gonna win."

"What makes you so sure?"

He just looked at her, white eyes gleaming in the moon light.

"Because.. " he smirked. "...you can't stop the Wyndz of Change."