The Dark Web

Chapter 1

My name is Taylor Rosiana. I'm a hacker in the flesh. I'm the most well-known of all hackers in the world. Well, I'm not known by my actual name. I go under the username of BlackSiren. I don't make myself rich by the banks, because people will be suspicious of how I got my money without the knowledge of what I'd done. And I won't be able to be under the name of BlackSiren anymore.

I sit down at the computer and work my magic into the dark web. I haven't explored it very much. I eventually wander into a chat room called the corner. I love how it doesn't mention when someone enters a chat room. It lets us see what they're saying without their knowledge.

284719: We're kidnapping the girl under the name of?

Bartender7921: Maddison Rosiana.

I gasp, unable to read anymore. I hack into a random phone, take a snapshot of this chat room conversation, and send it to Maddison. Not my little sister you bastards.
BlackSiren: I can promise you if you lay a hand on her, you won't live to see the light of day again.

284719: The infamous BlackSiren! I'm a fan of your works!

BlackSiren: I can't say the same about you. Watch the girls you kidnap. Anyone from the Rosiana family, and you'll regret it.

Bartender7921: Is that a threat?

BlackSiren: You bet it, bastard. Looks like you know something after all.

Bartender7921: Are you sure about that, princess?

BlackSiren: They won't find the body. Have a... day, gentlemen.

I leave the chat room without another word. I feel a hand claps over my mouth and I collapse backward, running out of breath. I press three keys on the keyboard, and sign out of BlackSiren in the dark web. I swing my leg backwards into the man holding me's... um... just... where it hurts the most. He cries in pain. I bite down on his hand, and grab his hand, flip him over, and use the sleeping poison I keep on my desk for emergencies like this. I knew that one day someone would track me down. I pull on the ski mask from under my desk, and drag the man down to my basement. I tie him to a chair.

"Who are you, BlackSiren?" He asks staring into my eyes. "I at least know you have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes."

"Not for long." I cover his mouth with poison, and no, not sleeping poison. I hate saying this, but this is not my first time. I lay him down in a duffel bag, and zip it up over him. I pull off the mask and walk down the dark alley. The dark web's alleyway in California. I walk to the death booth.

I'm wearing the siren costume that covers my face.

"Do my eyes conceive me!? The Black Siren!?"

"Yes, Lancelot. BlackSiren. I know you pay good money for bodies." I unzip the duffel, revealing the man.

Lancelot's twisted smile scares me. "Thanks darling. I've had an order for this man's head for a long time. I presume he's tracked you down?"

I nod. "Saw my face. Had to kill the son of a bitch. I'll just leave you with the duffel." I climb the stairs of the dark alley, and disappear into the shadows.