The Prowler

6

The roads and sidewalk were busy with pedestrians going to and fro, living their lives as if they were the main characters. I grumble to myself, upset that the random guy I texted left me on read. It doesn't help that they somehow accurately guessed my name, yet somehow seemingly believed me when I said that wasn't me. And apparently I'm a girl now. Nice.

Sneaking into an alleyway and under some rusty wired fences, I come face to face with my home. A run down, probably filled with black mold, warehouse. Not much, but it's where I've lived for the past three years. Crawling underneath another fence, but this one enshrouded in electric wires, I finally enter my home, excited to suit up and go out again.

The warehouse was once used for Fed-ex, but after a fire that burned most of the merchandise, it shut down. Thankfully, otherwise I probably would've rotted on the streets.

Climbing up the dusty stairs I'm careful to not make any new sets of footsteps in order to make it look like someone didn't regularly come here. I absentmindedly avoid certain parts of the floor and duck in certain places that appear to be clear. I learned my lesson after a guy followed me home and tried to rape me, which he soon learned to regret after I cut his tiny dick off and cut his tongue out. After that I decided to add traps throughout the entire faculty.

Sliding open a hidden door I enter my bedroom which is much cleaner than the rest of the building. A mattress I stole lays on the floor, with blankets an old lady gave me strewn on top, giving the room a slightly cozy appearance. I waltz over to a wardrobe that had survived the fire, pulling my suit out and smiling happily.

"My little baby," I coo at the clothes, pretending I'm not a fucking weirdo for doing so. "Are you ready to go fight some crime and fuck some dudes over?"

I quickly change into my suit, covering my hands with my gloves, and putting my mask on, which I probably should've done before my gloves. The sky was just beginning to dim slightly, which meant it was the perfect time to leave.

As I descend down the stairs, I talk to the AI that I had just recently implanted into my suit, using modified ear buds to speak to it.

"Hey, where was the reported drug deal going on?" I question, gagging as I find remnant blood on my suit from previous endeavors.

"Hello sir, it was reported two and three quarter miles to the southeast of your current location." The masculine voice responds, startling me.

"Didn't I give you a girl voice?" I ask as I leave the warehouse.

"You did, sir, but I much prefer this one." The AI sasses, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Damn, okay, why not give yourself your own name too, then?" I sass back, secretly pleased with the advanced creation I made.

"I will do that, sir," The AI says, a hint of happiness in his voice somehow. "I will go by Flash."

"Really, Flash?" I ask exasperatedly, "You choose the name of my childhood bully out of all the names in the world?"

"I apologize, I'll choose a new one, sir," The AI says genuinely, "Are there any other names you have negative emotions with?"

"Any of the Avengers is a no-no," I say immediately, "But besides that I don't think so."

"What about Ben?" He asks innocently.

"How did you choose my dead uncle's name, too." I sigh, "Please choose another one, I'm sorry."

"Harvey?" He asks, and I finally agree.

"Harvey is fine, thanks." I sink my claws into a brick building, climbing up the side of it to reach the roof. "It's nice to meet you Harvey."