Crazy I suppose. Anyway Sarah thought I was. Swinging like some Tarzan character on ropes and vines. But that was how I could get to walls. That was what I wanted. Walls. City walls. Blank walls. Near enough to the public so’s they could see what I did. Yah. Apply the paints in shades and colors and grays and browns. City fathers hated it. You see, I was a wanted man. Wanted by those same city fathers who didn’t know who I was but wanted the paintings to stop. Cease. Discontinue. Stop. To go away even though they didn’t know why.

I tried to explain to Sarah once why I had to paint. She thought I was silly. But she did love me and that counted for a lot. She says I should stop. But how can I tell her that I have to do this. To paint. Not like those Gangbangers do. No! I must soar higher so’s people can see and know that what the Evil says is OK isn’t.

And some do.

The newspaper said so. Saw the greens and blues and colors of flowers and grasses. But they didn’t understand the twists and turns. That takes getting use to. Its the twists and turns what makes them remember. Makes them think. And when they think, they remember that we use to live in places outside of steel and concrete. Its the Evil that wants that. That wants the steel and concrete. And there are a couple of others out there who know what I know and contribute where they can. When they can. But the papers know when they paint and when I do. They know the difference. The Evil does, too.

Now I can’t say I ever have seen the Evil directly. I just knows what I feels and that’s easy enough. That’s why I know I gotta finish this spraypainting. Its huge but it’ll be seen by the commuters easily enough. Both coming and going. They’ll see the sleek car screaming silently across the wall. And the thick black smoke turning into a skull right behind. Its a leering skull. Evil it is. And people will know it. And they’ll know I did it even if they don’t know who I am.

Its because there’s magic in what I do. 'Course no one believes in magic. Well Sarah might. She sees something in me. Else why would she love me so.

Trouble is coming though. I tried to tell Sarah. The Evil is closing in. It senses the magic in my work. If I have the time, the magic will kill the Evil. If I have time. I don’t feel that. Soon the Evil will get me if I don’t act quick enough. She’s down there watching as I swing once again to get the final silver streaks on the car. Twice more should do it.

I hear screeching. It isn’t my sprayed car screaming across the wall. I look down. Cops are coming in from the North. Time for one more swing. One more spray of black and gray. I can use both hands on this. Sarah shouts at me as I swing for the last time. They’re closing in. As I swing my last, I know the cops aren’t responsible. They’re doing what they’re paid to do. Nothing more. Neither are the City Fathers responsible. Like the cops, they are doing only what the Evil wants of them.

My final swing complete, I land on the roof beneath. A practiced twist and shake of the rope dislodges the grappling hook. Sarah’s to the west and tells me cops are coming at us from there. I head east and see another squad car. They shout at me to stop. But I see the electric wires. I flick the grappling hook over the wires and leap as the line reaches them. Sure its taking a chance but I’ll get away for sure. If I don’t, the Evil will find some way to kill me. The wind rushes through my hair as I soar over the cops. I taste Freedom.

Then I see the black Porsche reaching for me. Electrical wires touching my rope touching me touching the Porsche makes for a lightning flourish. I remember no more.

Sarah got to Dave after the cop arrived.

At least he was sorry, she thought. Then she saw Dave was breathing. Labored to be sure, but breathing. His left arm was limp but his right hand grasped her and drew her near.

"Sarah," he gasped.

"I’m here."

"Sarah, I can’t take the place they’ll put me. Confined, I’ll die." She didn’t know what to say. "When I get to the hospital, get me some crayons. They’ll let me have crayons. They’ll think its good therapy. Promise me, please."

Sarah promised. What else could she do. She loved him after all.

Two days later, they permitted her to see him. Dutifully, she brought the crayons.

His only response, "If you hear of something happening to me, ask to visit where I was. You’ll know what to do next." Sarah didn’t know what to say to that. Dave was so unpredictable at times.

Almost a month to the day, Sarah was called by the police. The moon had just turned full for the second time that month. Some called it a Blue Moon. But Sarah didn’t think on it then. She knew they’d called about Dave. But they weren’t telling. This was more a-showing. Her heart leaped into her throat as the door to the cell block close behind her. Looking left then right, she saw evil men. It wasn’t because they were criminals. Dave had explained about the Evil enough times so that it was easier to spot. Some had a little Evil, some had more. Most didn’t have any Evil but did the Evil’s bidding nonetheless. These men had more than a little Evil. Sarah was scared.

The policeman opened the door to Dave’s cell. She almost didn’t hear his explanation of events. Almost didn’t hear about one of the men who had been found with the handle of a spoon well sharpened. Had a grudge against Dave, the cop figured. What caught her attention was the wooden door. No not wood. She could feel the wax from the crayons touching the hard concrete wall. A beautiful door it was. Almost real.

The cops tried to explain what had happened to Dave. They knew he had been there but didn’t know how he had escaped. They figured someone killed him and hid the body.

But they never found any blood.

Sarah took an art course. It was more to finely tune her talents than anything else. It was two months later. The moon was full. Another Blue Moon. They didn’t always occur twice. Didn’t always occur once in a year. But it did this time. March 31. It had been January 31 when Dave disappeared.

Now Sarah was abroad in the night. Near the restaurant where she worked was a wall. It wasn’t like one of Dave’s walls but it would do. It was dark and isolated. She sat across from it and waited. As the Blue Moon had peeped onto the wall, she had sketched a door. A wooden door. It wasn’t as good as Dave’s but it would have to do.

Sarah waited. An hour passed. Then another. But when one loves someone, they will wait for eternity. As the last rays of the Blue Moon left the wall, she heard something. Quickly she stood. As the door opened, she caught Dave in her arms and kissed him long and hard.