Flashes of lightning forked their way down. Daniel reached for his camera as he had seen nothing like it before. Not one fork, but dozens seemed to light the sky. He was snapping pictures of the scenery when he realised the unusual thing about this storm. There was no thunder.
I glide through the night. Masked and hiding from those I am protecting. All heroes are secret. Leave me be and let me work out my personal vendetta. I will keep people safe in my own way. Violence marks my path, destruction is inevitable. Those in my way, die, terribly.