Remember Who I Am

Chapter XIV

July 26, 2007

4:55 AM

Flint, Michigan

Ellie Brett walked through an alleyway, she had just gotten off of work after doing an extra long shift. The alleyway led to the door that led to her apartment. She walked and walked, practically no one on the streets. It kind of scared her because it reminded her of a horror movie. She hated horror movies.

As she continued walking through the cold alley, she saw a man walk from the corner and face the alley. Ellie stood still as she saw the man just stand there. She immediately turned around, and saw another man, slightly closer than the other man, facing her.

"God, please." She whispered.

The one behind her started to walk up to her but she didn't notice. She heard a blade flick out as the man grabbed her neck with his forearm.

"I left everything at my ap-- house!" Ellie tried to reason.

"What is that handbag on your hip then, a fucking ghost?" The one behind her asked.

"Why are you even walking through Michigan at night, how long you been here?" The one in front of her asked with a country accent.

"A year... or two." Ellie said.

"Okay, well you should know that Michigan ain't safe during the damn day, damn sure not at night!" He lectured.

"Well, here's a lesson to you." The one behind her said.

As soon as he said that, he screeched. Ellie then fell to the ground, just barely catching herself with the palms of her hands. She looked up and saw the man's own switchblade in his back, being held by a black figure that was about 6'3. She widened her eyes and the other man looked at him. He pulled out a gun immediately, a M1911, and pointed it at the figure.

"Stand fucking still!" The other assailant yelled as he aimed his gun.

The figure slowly raised his hands, his switchblade still in his hand.

"Put that down!"

The figure didn't put it down, but instead threw his hand forward. The switchblade sliced through the air, landing into the man's hip. He fell to the floor as he screamed in pain. The figure then slowly walked up to the man, using a lot of patience. He pulled out a Ruger KGP-161, a large revolver, as he walked.

"Wait, do you want money?" The other assailant asked.

"You don't have any."

BANG!

The figure shot the other assailant in the eye. As soon as he did, the main assailant tackled him in an attempt to use his last strength. The figure was able to flip on his back side, but he did it slowly as he was under the main assailant's weight. The gun was flung away from the figure. The figure didn't attempt to grab it, but the main assailant did, and grab it, he did.

The figure stood up as the main assailant finally got off of him as the main assailant pointed his own gun at him. The figure just stood there, not putting his hands up. But the main assailant was weirdly close. The figure came up with an idea. As Ellie watched, the figure kicked the main assailant's gun arm...

BANG!

The main assailant fell to the floor. The figure stood back, looking at the gaping hole that went through his chin and the top of his head. The figure had made the main assailant shoot himself.

"Come on, get up." The figure spoke, out of breath.

Ellie slowly but surely got up. She was scared that he was going to do something malicious.

"Sorry you had to see that, now..."

The figure frisked himself, and pulled out 5 dollar bills. It didn't seem like much, until he came into more light. Firstly, Ellie could see that the man was white, but looked of some foreignness. Secondly, he didn't just pull out five dollars, it was 5 hundred dollar bills, which equated to 500 dollars. She slowly grabbed it out of his open hand.

"Thank you." She whimpered, before running through the door that led to her apartment.

* * *

Abby Dwerryhouse, Brandon Woolf, and Mattie Vipond sat in their office typing up reports. They all worked as editors for the pretty unimaginable name Flint Times. Flint Times was the main news provider for Flint, Michigan. They were currently writing an article about Flint cutting ties with Akron, Ohio over materials. The headline read; Flint, Michigan Ends Decades-Long Partnership with Akron, Ohio, Sending Ripples Through Local Industries.

Mattie had just finished the first paragraph, which read; In a surprising move, the city of Flint has officially severed its ties with Akron, Ohio, bringing an end to a longstanding partnership that has defined the industrial landscape of both cities for decades. The decision, made by Flint's city council, marks a significant shift in the local economy, sparking concerns among businesses and residents alike.

Right as he finished that paragraph, their lead reporter, Macaulay Dale, walked in, looking ecstatic, grasping an umbrella before throwing it on the ground.

"Guys, we have fucking news!" Macaulay said.

A supervisor was on site; "Profanity. Unprofessionalism."

"Sorry, but we have some big news! Last night, there was... okay, I got some notes." Macaulay tried to word out.

Macaulay pulled a notepad out of his slightly wet suit jacket. He flipped it open and read the notes that were written down. He read it out loud straight from the notepad.

A 'vigilante' has been under investigation after he left a brutal scene at around 5 AM last night. He was reportedly protecting a 25-year-old Ellie Brett as she walked home late, or early. The police are dubbing him the Rogue Rescuer (a catchy albeit slightly cheesy alias) and have tried to describe details. They are attempting to get in contact with Mrs. Brett. Since then, there has been a manhunt launched for the Rogue Rescuer, no details have been released yet.

As everyone in the 'studio' heard it, they all nodded.

"Have any photos?" Abby asked.

"Oh, yes, we had Edgar Briggs there, and he got pictures of the bloodstains and markers left, but he also got a weird picture of a figure looking at the scene." Macaulay said.

"Holy shit, this is some news." Brandon said, ecstatic.

"Profanity. Unprofessionalism." The supervisor said.

"Shut the hell up, Westley, I'm excited."

"Get out."