Zodiac

Hacker

The beautiful young woman walked into the grand party. Everywhere she went attention followed her, she was 6.2 nearly 6.5 in her heels. Lights bounced off her Carmel skin. Curly, hair swayed with every step of her long never ending legs. She glided to the bar perching on a stool. She smiled at the bartender who shyly handed her a glass of bubbling champagne. A man walked up to the bar sitting on the stool to her right. From the corner of her eye she surveyed the man; Noting his tall frame, broad shoulders, and the wire frame glasses that adorned his face. He was devastatingly handsome. She extended her hand to him with a smile "I'm Milla she said he grabbed her hand in his "Jin," he said with a grin. The lights dimmed and a woman's voice fluttered through the microphone "Please welcome the amazing, Mr. Warden to the stage." Gentle claps sounded from the audience as a man in his mid 40's walked to the stage, his blue eyes and blonde hair shining. Gently she pulled her hand from the man beside her, watching Mr. Warden with rapt attention. He began to preach about violence against women, how men who committed these crimes made him sick and should be punished to the highest degree of the law. The young women's hand itched; itched to slap the man. Only a few more minutes she thought; continuing to listen to his hypocritical diatribe. "Three years ago I started the Warden fund, not knowing how many people I'd help, but believing I could change at least one persons life. This fundraiser has raised ten million for women who go through domestic violence," he continued to preach about how they were saving lives and how they were helping people his speech had slowed down indicating he was about to finish. The young women discreetly slid her hand into her clutch pressing a red button on her phone. The screen behind him spasmed the crowd murmuring as the background music cut off, a video played on the screen of a man none other than Mr. Warden mercilessly beating his wife. Mr. Warden threw his wife against the wall choking her " Beg," he yelled " Beg me to stop," she choked out a gurgled "Please," grasping at his hands, he pushed down harder on her throat. "I can't here you," he yelled. You could see it in the women's face she was wishing the man would just kill her. End it. A cry sounded from the next room, a child's cry as if it knew what was happening, the child screeched, screeched for it's mother. Light filled the mother's eyes, for her child, she pushed the word through her gasping lips "please." He let her go, watching her collapse watching her gasp on the floor. Mr. Warden walked into the closet pulling out a belt with a hard metal trimming, he pulled up the woman's shirt "isn't it funny, that those rich fucks really think they've been helping stupid bitches like you when really they've just been feeding my pockets," he yelled. Bringing the belt down with a loud WHACK. Her skin a canvas of blue, purple, and pink. The video stopped as a deep grainy voice cut through the building "Mr. Warden for your crimes of fraud and embezzlement but most of all for your crimes against your wife. You've been hacked. I hope you enjoy your life in prison you'll be there for a long time. May the shadows that you cast now reflect back unto yourself. Your soul be damned." Mr. Warden sprinted across the stage for the back exit but was tackled to the floor by a bodyguard. He left like the worm he was: wriggling and screaming and cuffed. The wife at the head of the table shook as tears racked her body, she looked relieved. The young women had wondered at first why the wife wanted the information to be revealed in this fashion. She could've simply sent the video straight to the station but In the end, In the end it made sense. The wife had suffered alone and though she didn't need anyone to commiserate with, she did need them to know he wasn't a good man. She needed them to see what she felt. She needed them to know just a fraction of the man he truly was. She needed them to know the man they thought so highly of was nothing. Nothing but a worm a parasite. The young hacker stood from her bar stool. This was her vow, her promise. To expose those who thought strength lay In darkness. To cast light on those who cast darkness on others. She didn't need to look back at the screen to know that two wavy lines, one stacked atop the other. Flashed twice across the screen. Her signature. AQUARIUS.