Keep strong baby, a woman's voice trembled. A gunshot was heard next.
My name is C.J. Davies, Catherine Jane Davies to be exact. I'm not the popular typo, not one of the losers, I'm just part of the average class of the school caste. I'm just an ordinary photographer for the Foster's Gazzete, the school paper.
They call me a weirdo. I live alone in the mansion my parents left me. When they died, I got a lot stranger. When I get mad, my eyes turn pitch black and my hair turns red. I start to run fast, my fist can go through a brick wall and once I look daggers at someone, their vital senses will malfunction. I have an ability to cloak myself in the darkness and I could control people.
This thing makes me a villainous photographer. But by night, in a black jumpsuit and a hockey mask, I can save everyone.
