Vigilante (Under Construction! Please Excuse the Dust!)

Chapter 7: two points.

Giliana:

        The... 'incident' with Rain Maker had happened nearly two months ago now, and my grandmother would not drop it to save her life. I'd told her repeatedly how I had simply taken Rain Maker back to his base and ran to save myself. I hadn't even seen a report on Rain Maker since.

        Brigade Six was Inner City's biggest story every day, every week, every month. The story of my act of vengeance on Faciliado had been a blip on their Hero-trained radar compared to the story of Dawnwalker's mysterious time-traveling past and whether or not she was responsible for not changing a majority of major wars or genocides to stop them from happening.

        Rain Maker had usually been portrayed by the press as a goody-two-shoes with a secret penchant for the dark and sinful. Thousands upon thousands of 'fan fiction' stories had been written by teenage girls about Rain Maker and someone from the Outer City, Rain Maker and Mach Seven, even Rain Maker and Charm.

        It was actually kind of hilarious in a messed way.

        Anyway, after explaining for the hundredth time what happened at Brigade Six's base, I really didn't feel like hanging around the house again under my grandmother's pensive eye. I left out the front door, calling goodbyes behind me and hitting the sidewalk before anything else could be said.

        I had no destination in mind, but wandering was a specialty of mine. Work was at seven, so I had a few hours to do nothing but think.

        I found myself on the same road where I'd seen the Empath getting crushed into dust, but spun around before I even took a step on the pavement. Being there probably wasn't a good idea. Afterall, Rain Maker or the Brigade could've been looking for me and Rain Maker knew where he'd been the night I cracked him.

        As I began to stride away, a hand gripped my shoulder, fingernails digging into the flesh. I tensed and the hand pulled me backward to see a face I hadn't expected.

        Dawnwalker. Her narrowed silver eyes investigated my face.

        Dawnwalker was a full head taller than me and had sharp features like that of an eagle, including an almost permanent scowl on her face due to a scar drawn over the corner of her mouth, twisting it into a lopsided frown. She had pale white hair, tethered back into a ponytail at the base of her neck and causing visible tension in the roots due to its tightness.

        Dawnwalker's unusual appearance was due to her rare Time Powers. According to the news and legends of her, Dawnwalker could Time Leap to any point in history, recorded or otherwise. Because of this, she was the most controversal members of Brigade Six, judging from the lack of information about her past and her Powers in general.

        And here she was, holding me in place with a steel grip and an unwavering stare.

        "Giliana Guerrero," she growled, the scowl on her face deepening.

        Talon. I'm dead for sure. 

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Author's Note: 

Hey, sorry for lack of updates lately! I've been met with a fierce case of writer's block and hope to recover by next Friday. See you then!!