I pick up the papers, sorting through them one by one. My eyes scan the papers as my hands sort the vigilantes that were already on trial and the ones who still must go through trial.
I freeze when my eyes land on Crimson Blade. Even the name sends chills down my spine. I look up at my colleague, "send him in."
The doors open outward. Crimson blade dresses in all black as usual despite his name. That's not what he's called Crimson Blade. It's because of the Katana that he carries around, it is always soaked in blood. The guards tug him along by the chains shackled to his wrists and his neck. He looks up at me with glowering eyes. I force myself not to look away.
"This session has begun." I announce.
"Electric Sparkles, how thoughtful of you to arrange it just for me." Crimson Blade snickers in a mock tone.
I resist the urge to clench my fist. I take in a deep breath, then letting out a sigh. "It's Electric Spark."
"I know, but sweetheart you just sparkle." He replies winking and I shiver. The scary part is I'm not sure if he was joking or not.
"You are here today because of the countless murders you have committed this month alone."
"43." Crimson Blade replies. "I was counting, 43."
My breath hitches in my throat. That is way more than I thought.
"What's wrong, Sparkles? Impressed?" He asks raising a brow.
"Enough." I say raising my voice. I wish I can put duct tape over his mouth, or a rag, but he needs to talk to so the board can find out answers.
"What is your motive? What is the pattern?"
Crimson Blade chuckles. "Damn heroes always think there is a reasoning behind everything vigilantes do." He shakes his head. "Well shit, the board really went down hill."
I narrow my eyes at him. He does the same back. "And they got real dumb, too." He gives me a sly smile. "Stupid, but pretty."
I lean forward in my chair in a challenging way. If this is the game he wants to play then so be it. I can play too.
Crimson Blade cracks his knuckles then leaning back in his chair as he puts his feet up on the desk, crossing the right over the left.
I clench my teeth. The one vigilante that manages to get under my skin that I have been dealt.
"You have something to say, Sparkles?"
"If you don't speak and confess as to why you targeted each one of these people then you will be jailed for life."
"Going soft on me, Sparkles? I'm pretty sure the penalty for killing one person is prison for life. So what's the change in heart for me?"
"This is a board of heroes, superheroes. I would have given you a sentence for a few decades and if time you do show improvement you would have been supervised outside of your cell, outside of the prison in a designated area. You would have been able to have more freedoms." I say folding my arms. "But you just proved to me that's not possible."
"Now, now. You don't want to go against your own policy. You are counting me out before you give me a chance. Not very heroic of you.
"You had your chance!" I shout as I spring my chair back, rising to me feet while slamming my hands down on my desk, making a bigger scene then what was necessary.
"Yes. I had 43 chances. You failed to capture me, 43 times." Crimson Blade leans forward in his chair folding his hand on the desk. "Tell me, how does that feel?"
He smiles when I say nothing. "But that's not all. You failed to account for one more thing." He snickers.
Crimsons Blade's palms face towards me. Then I feel something tug within me. I feel blood fly up my throat. I cover my hand to my heart to steady myself but the blood and the pain won't stop. My eyes widen in terror as I watch the blood travel inside of Crimson Blade's hands.
I feel weak at the sudden impact of loosing so much blood. I begin to loosen focus but I will myself to push through.
Crimson Blood does the same thing he did to the guards as to me. He grabs his Katana, swimming around to cut the chains from his palms and his neck. He strides over to me, leaning down.
"You failed to account for my super powers. Don't worry you will live." He says cupping my chin tightly. "Stupid, and your not that pretty, Sparkles. He says letting me go striding out of the building free and on the loose yet again.
