A lanky, dark-haired girl gazed at a house with old brown siding. She looked at the screen door, the one that her dad had always been 'about to repair.' She angled her head up to see the gutters, uncharacteristically choked with leaves—gifts from Autumn. Any other year, they would have been cleared already. As she stood there with a suitcase containing those of her meager belongings that hadn't been stolen, she captured the image of the only home she'd ever known and committed it to memory.
Wrote it down, right next to the names of the thugs who had killed her parents while she was at school. She'd gotten other information too. It was surprising how much a girl could gather when people assumed she was too wrapped up in grief to notice things. Like how, at the repast, people spoke of leather outfits and spandex. Like how at the funeral people passed respects onto her, and whispered tentatively behind her back about a particular so-called vigilante—the one who had caused her parents deaths. How some unknowns shuffled into the back of the room during the eulogy with unreasonably guilty faces. They were members of the same gang that the Crow had tried to 'take down.' The only things that fell were her parents bodies; cold, lifeless, to the ground. Collateral damage. The bastard had Kevlar, according to the shreds left behind at the scene—a fact kindly delivered by the investigators in passing.
She was 18 and had five days before she'd be forced to 'find suitable accommodations'. She had a plan. A plan that involved Moon City. But she also had a plan for this cursed town too. So much to do, so little time.
On day two she'd gotten most of the details, from any source she could find and guilt trip.
On day three she found out the Crow's identity.
On day four she planted IEDs throughout Morgan Park, the main combat area for the Crow and his hoodlum punching bags.
On day five as she was leaving she heard the reports: Dustin Alberts was crowfood, him and his well armed assailants.
On the train to Moon City she erased the lists and calculations from her mind, and pushed down the Elizabeth that had developed them. That wasn't her anymore.
As of day Six, she'd be Ellie Vedin, relentless but unassuming reporter for MCTV. And no one would be any the wiser.
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NIGHTVIPER: Chronicles of Moon City
Mystery / ThrillerHey go check out the @theofficialnightviper on IG for more updates Stevie Sager "wakes" up in a hospital to the realization that for the last 3 years she has been the dormant victim of a hostile takeover. The current "dominant personality", self-ide...
