The Supers

VIPER

*WARNING* ~ This one is graphic and violent~

I laid in my bed dozing as my phone rang. It was Backlash.

I sprang up out of bed in my silk robe, my nap forgotten. I cleared my throat, anticipating the grogginess in my voice.

"Hello bossss," I answered.

"Viper. Take Gore with you. There has been reports of an Other in Metropolis. Be a good girl and fetch her for me. I'm sending you the information now," he said.

His voice sounded metallic as if he was speaking through a soup can. This did nothing however, to decrease the malice and danger that lurked behind every word the man spoke.

"Yesssssssir, consssider it done," I said.

"Oh and one more thing. Be discreet," he said. The warning in his tone was clearly evident.

"Of courssse," I replied.

The line went dead.

If anyone else were to have spoken to me in such a way I would eat their god damned head for dinner. But not Backlash. He was not to be messed with.

I opened my closest and looked for something work appropriate. I pulled on a pair of black tights and a long red blouse that exposed a shocking amount of cleavage. I synched the blouse around my waist with a thin black belt and chose my pair of cherry red, patent leather boots to match the blouse.

That's better.

Then I headed toward the mirror and checked to makes sure my long dark curls were in order. I decided to wear my bright scarlet lipstick.

I walked out of my luxurious bedroom, grabbing my black riding jacket on the way out and headed down the hallway towards Gore's room.

God I hate this cockroach. He doesn't even smell like a Super. Disgusting specimen, indeed.

I knocked on the door and it was answered immediately.

He stood there in a in a tight grey combat suit. The entire thing was a dull grey with black stitching. He even wore black boots and black and grey gloves to match. His suit bulged slightly at the joints where there was lightweight carbon plates. On his forearms gleamed a set of curved blades, pointing past his elbows. His head was a mystery, as he wore a peculiar grey helmet with a polarized black visor that made up the entire front of the helmet. The only other marking on it was two small dark circles around the ears. He was a few inches taller than me at about six-foot three, with a slim frame.

How in the hell does he even breathe in that thing? I've never even seen him with that helmet off...

"Hello," he rasped from beneath the mask, his voice completely devoid of any tone or emotion.

"Let'sss go. There'sss an Other in the city. Bossss wants her. We're to keep it quiet."

He just stood there for a second, silent. I could barely sense the heat that I can normally feel pouring off of living creatures. I could never hear him breathing either. I couldn't even see if he was looking at me through that infernal helmet.

He shut the door behind him and stood there like a stone, waiting for me to lead.

I turned and headed for the exit, his footfalls barely audible behind me.

At the end of the hallway I turned right and started up the staircase toward a steel door. After unlocking this I began up a longer staircase.

Our current residence was hidden beneath a textile mill making military uniforms. The owner was more than willing to oblige after some persuading.