Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, looking down at the city he used to know.
"This place doesn't need a hero..." He rasps, the temper gone from his breath. "No, the time for hero's has passed. Just throw these inbred toads some blood and heroin. Let them eat each other for all I care."
Humpty Dumpty teeters on the edge, the light from the street lamps swimming in his eyes. Falling triggers his memory forcing him to relive brief moments of little significance.

"Not much left of him anymore." A hag whimpers, picking up the back of Humpty Dumpty's skull. She licks her new bowl. "Ew, his yoke's gone and spoiled itself."

Bang! A slug from a sawed off shotgun blows through the old bitches wrists.

"Hands off sister." A huge man with long golden hair and a big rig jaw slams the butt of his rifle into her throat, knocking her rotting head onto the blood soaked concrete.

Another man wearing dark sunglasses emerges from the giants shadow. "What do we have here detective?" He ask's, reaching into his jacket.

"A suicide attempt." Whispers the hulking inspector.

"But where's the body then?" The smaller man lights a cigarette and continues to scan his surrounding for any sign of movement. "To bad really, if he'd succeeded that would have been one less of them to worry about."

"I just wish we'd gotten here sooner"