Jessica

Stinger Part One

The sun was long gone, the moon took its place but it was nowhere near as good at its job. The small amount of light it reflected was barely enough to make out shapes.

Along with the sun, the daily workers of Roxxon's offices were gone and guards took their place, for another job. There was an uninvited guest sneaking around but his features were indistinguishable, only his shape could be made out.

Even without the moon shining on him, he couldn't afford to be seen or else he'd be forced to hurt someone. And he didn't just need to look out for the men but also for the darned cameras, those metallic eyes sticking to the walls. With his goggles he could practically see their line of sight and he stayed out of it until he found the room he was looking for

Instead of attempting to unlock the door he chose to get in through the vents, climbing slowly to not make a noise. When he looked out of the grates he saw another camera moving around to check on one side of the room at a time. He timed his exit in order to get in while it looked the other way and he pulled out a gun. This gun, however, didn't make a noise, nor did it shoot any projectile, it just froze the camera in its place making it useless.

He looked at a wall filled with safes searching for a specific one and, once he found it, he proved just how much he had prepared for this by opening it in record time. Inside the safe there was a flask filled with a dark purple goop.

But after grabbing it he noticed a pair of bright red eyes belonging to a man he somehow didn't notice and while silently wondering where he came from he grabbed what appeared to be knuckle dusters.

That imposing pale man didn't flinch even after the thief's weapon emitted an electric jolt. He didn't try to stop him as he walked out of the room undisturbed, keeping his eye on him.

The red eyed man wasn't afraid of what his boss may ask or his possible concern because he knew that no matter where the flask went, fate would bring them back together eventually. That's what his real lord told him and he believed in him unconditionally.
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There was a house in Brooklyn bearing the name of the woman living there instead of her husband's and it's been awfully quiet for the past few weeks.

The lady still hadn't adapted to the household's new reality and continued her routine as if everything stayed the same even if that meant placing an extra plate at the table.

Sometimes she would get in a room only to remember that it was now empty. The weekends were different though, on those days she knew that things would change back to the way they were and that room would be taken again.

She was in the kitchen getting everything ready just in time for his arrival.

"Mum?" is what the long awaited host shouted from the entrance after making his way in with his own pair of keys.

She instinctively left what she was doing unfinished and headed over to the boy that made her feel younger the closer they were, whom she embraced and told: "Miles! Come closer."

And tiny Miles pointed out that he couldn't even if he wanted to, she held him close to her heart as if he had never left but it wasn't a bad thing. There was no such thing as too close.

"I missed you so much! I don't like you being away."

"It's only for weekdays, Ma." he said as if those weren't the overwhelming majority of the week "Where's dad?"

"He should be here around..."

But before she could finish her sentence her husband walked in and made his presence known. He, too, hugged the son that, truth be told, was a perfect blend of their features.