Spectrum

Prologue

It was difficult. I didn't know how to balance everything that I did. I was beaten down and exhausted. These thoughts only came to me in the midst of my happiness. Smiling, I looked up into his deep brown eyes. He would call his life a blessing, and, no matter how frustrating life is, I cannot disagree.

"Scar," He would whisper my name as he ran his thumb across my cheek. All I could do was smile back, despite of the secret life I held behind me. When I closed my eyes and laughed at the lame jokes he would tell me, my mind flashes back to the dark nights. I can never let him figure out my identity in the night. I know not everyone can be saved, but at least he can be saved.

"Vern, you're going to be late for work." I kissed him lightly on the forehead, knowing what a long day it was going to be. He smiled as I held his face in my hands. Sighing, he pressed his lips against mine, then quickly leapt off of the bed. "I'll go cook some eggs. Want anything else?"

"I think that'll be fine." He chirped while squirting toothpaste onto his toothbrush. "Oh, and also, will you be able to join me for lunch today? You're off right?" He stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and began brushing vigorously.

"Call me when you're ready," I smiled, knowing that he would be the one not able to make lunch. I headed to the kitchen, with the heist in mind. My only problem was Vern. I knew that he would be there to witness it. One of the struggles I've had to face over this past year was that the local government employed Vernell to investigate the Crimson Knight, also known as my secret identity. Life has actually be holding up. No one has even suspected the girlfriend of the C.S.I. to be the vigilante they were all searching for. Too bad my significant other isn't on my team legally. He supports the knight and often gives me ideas in my attacks. I cracked the egg and watched as it sizzled on the pan.

"Babe," I turned to see Vern rushing out of our bedroom while still putting on a navy dress shirt. "The station called saying that the Crimson Knight struck again over night. They said he painted some kind of threat on an office building." He hopped around, trying to get his black loafers on. I quickly grabbed his black and white striped tie he set on the sofa. "Scar, have you seen my t-"

"Already ahead of you," I threw the tie around his neck, tying it in the typical Windsor knot. "You be careful," I pecked him on the lips. I will do anything and everything in my power to protect him. It's amazing what one is able to do in fear. Vern grabbed his bag and rushed out of the door while yelling 'I love you' like a child. This morning was just the beginning of a hell hole that was about to break loose. I pulled out my phone and called my good friend Sienna, the artist who gladly painted that warning for me. "I'm on my way."

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A/n: It's great to be back! I had a lot of writing plans which I have put on the back burner. It seems that the more I think about it, the more complex I make it, and the more difficult it is put it in text. I'd actually be better off in making my imagination an animated series or a video game (which is a dream of mine! Maybe I can collaborate with a video game maker in the future to make it real). School is finally winding down and I have settled with this simpler short story that I have concocted with sugar, spice, and everything dark. Hopefully you all love this little teaser-ish thing I've just released!!!

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