People have been disappearing late at night. Some are never seen or heard from again. Others just pop up in deserted alleys, broken, mangled, crushed into pulp.
No witnesses are ever around. Either they're quickly snatched away, or they're too scared to talk. No evidence of the attacker is left behind, only the trademark damage to the bodies found: the bones smashed, the limbs flattened, and the depressions of a heavy hammer. Too heavy to be lifted by a normal human.
The only witness to have seen the killer gave the barest of descriptions: the rasp of wet resperation, the gleem of red lenses of a gas mask, the impossibly broad shoulders and thick muscled arms, the attire like some maffia "cleaner"...and the weapon in his grasp, an old industrial hammer, scarred and nicked and stained with dried blood from his grizzly practice.
No one knows his name. His henchmen are terrified of him. He rules the underground of Los Angeles with an iron fist, and answers to no one. Everyone that has ever questioned his authority have been carted away to the coroner's to have their remains identified.
The only witness managed one last forfeit of information before he was put away in witness protection. The only name the police could get:
He called himself Sledge.
My newest OC, a villain for my fanfiction series, and damn am I proud of how he turned out.
Gotta go now.
Um, sorry for this folks. Turns out someone else had done this guy WAY ahead of me. I think I had unconsciouslly browsed by this drawing and forgot all about it.
Link is down below for the original.