The Man Who Sold The World

Tooth fairy escaped

Nightsticks Journal entry 13.4.1992

Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst stomach. The city is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face. The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists, and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!" and I will look down and say "No."

Mark Masters contacted me yesterday, he says he found a lead on the Tooth Fairy: the evil bastard that has been slowly poisoning this city. I Like Mark; he has the soul of an ancient dragon and a commitment to right the wrong done to this place. He is a lot like I used to be (even though he is a rich prick).

Masters met Roach and me near an abandoned factory at a rundown section of the industrial zone, Apparently, Tooth Fairy was supposed to show up to close a drug deal or similar type of crime. We snuck to the roof and peered down a roof window at to scumbags below. When the Tooth Fairy arrived, we were just about ready to make our move when the roof collapsed under our feet. Master managed to transform for enough time to help roach and myself reach the floor in one piece, and that was when all hell broke loose. We fought our way out of the building, but tooth fairy escaped. I still don't know who he/she is, but mark managed to see he has a tattoo of a toothy grin on the back of his hand. I sketched it to the journal while Masters memory was still fresh.
We will resume the hunt tomorrow, but right now I am going back home to eat a can of beans.

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