Some things never change.

	The shopkeeper was on the sidewalk bleeding.  He had cut a major 
artery on the way out the window, the remnants of which were scattered 
across the ground.  The black shadow descending from the sky arrived to 
a look of fear on the old man's eyes.   The shadow seemed to be 
bleeding too, no wait; it was just red in the center.  The shadow, 
landing on the ground swiftly rocketed through the broken window and 
into the store. 
	"Jeez, go to all this trouble and the guy is practically broke," 
murmured one of the masked men inside the store, before the shadow with 
the red center lunged at him, cutting off his next sentence.   As the 
burglar hit the floor, his partner dashed out the entrance, kicking the 
old man out of the way and running into an alleyway across the street.  
	The shadow with the red center, stopping now for the first time, 
stood still as machines whirred and clicked within it's head: the 
shadow was a man.  As the paramedics showed up, the shadow that was a 
man ran out of the building and glided over the vans, landing in the 
alleyway.  The burglar was making his escape down the end of the 
alleyway.  The shadow reached out a hand.  The hand's muscles tensed 
and drew inward. Then, the fingers shot out of their fist, holding 
between them a three-pronged dagger of some sort. 
	With a flick of the wrist the shadow man sent the knife sailing 
through the air.  The knife quickly cut into the escaping man's calve, 
slowing his pace, until he dropped to the ground.  His eyes-rolled back 
in his head, giving a blank, dead stare towards the shadow, which was 
now standing over him.  
	The shadow now bent over the paralyzed criminal, glaring at him 
through his chalk white-eyes. 
	"You committed a crime.  You would rob another of their life for 
a few pieces of worthless green paper.  What good can that do you now?  
I will not accept it, and you are in no state to give it."
	The criminal tried to move, but couldn't.  And the horned man 
kept talking.
	"Oh, don't worry, this paralysis is only temporary.  But your 
sentence won't be."  And with that, the horned man picked up the 
burglar and flung him across the alleyway out to the copcar.  As the 
police pointed their lights down the alleyway, all they saw was a 
bleeding shadow flying back to from whence it came.