*Man standing in the rain in a trench coat*
I've made a lot of mistakes in my life...
*Walking into a elevator*
A lot of them. I've got a lot of regrets too.
*Walks into a broken down apartment, damp across the walls, there's a woman lying on the couch with her leg under a blanket, mumbling feverishly*
But there are 2 things I don't regret, number one.
*Draws the blanket off, the leg is covered in maggots, cockroaches, filth and gangrene. The woman doesn't seem to notice, the man doesn't balk, but looks at it with a serious look*
First, what I can do.
Second, *Puts his hand on the leg, there's a blinding glow that fills the entire room, when it receeds, the leg is clean, the woman falls asleep, the man staggers outside and pulls a jar out of his coat, then vomits up a thick black cloud into it, which solidifies into a ooze-thing and starts moving, he slams the lid on it.*
what I do with it, even if there are consequences.
*He pulls out a set of matches, lights one and, in one movement, unscrews the lid and drops the match in. The ooze lights up and gives off a bubbling scream.*
Sure, I make monsters.
But I guess the world needs its Dirty angels.
*Flickering of other faces.*
Me and the others are just a few of them.
My name is Darrel Boyle. I live in New York city, a city, a world of dirty deeds, of evil, of horror.
*He walks out into the rain, takes out a hip flask and swills a mouthful, it zooms out over NY*
And of little miracles
*Words form in the lights of New York, 'Little Miracles, Coming Summer 2012'*