Heroes Versus Villains

Vigilante

EVICTION NOTICE

You have THREE days [72 hours] as of 9 A.M. today to pack up your belongings and return your apartment key to the landlord, Mrs. Gabe Korovnik.

Reason[s] for Eviction:

• Shattered Windows
• Wall Damages
• Overall Apartment Destruction
• Reports of Unwanted/Suspcious Activities

Please do not take this notice lightly. If you are not prepared within SEVENTY-TWO hours of NINE A.M. today, you will get no extended time and will be forced to leave with or without your items.

Personal Note from Landlord:

We have gotten SEVERAL complaints of loud noises, strange noises, and 'Worrying' noises from your apartment. Strange reported sightings from your apartment as well. I will not tolerate my building being subject to these strange occurrences. I apologize for the inconvenience but five years is enough. Thank you and good day.

Connor sighed hard and slumped into his chair, yelping as a shard of glass stabbed him. He stared at the notice, rereading it over and over. It has been two months. Why did he wait so long? Why did his landlord decide now to evict him when the event happened two months ago? Maybe to give him time to absorb what happened? Time to think? Perhaps this was the compassion in Mr. Korovnik that allowed two more months to pass. Because of the strange attack, Connor had not been... Connor for the last two months. He sat at home, cleaning the place up and doing his real job (as he was still quite young he preferred the lighter job; Fast Food Employee). He was, admittedly, bored. And now he was being evicted.

"WHAT?!" Connor's mother said through the phone after he had filled her in.

"Yeah... Mom... I am being evicted," Connor said dreadfully .

"What could my son had possibly done to be evicted from a cheap apartment?!"

"I... I don't know," He lied, "It says it's because my apartment is trashed. I was broken into! Two months ago. I don't know," He lied again.

"Well if you ever need a place to stay you can always come home."

"I know, Mom. Thanks."

"No problem, dear. Now get back on your feet. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye," and Connor hung up the phone. He signed again and dropped the phone on his half destroyed coffee table, watching it collapse to the floor with a loud bang, and sighing again. Then it finally came to him.

"Oh shit," slipped out of Connor's mouth when the realization hit. He bolted up and turned to his bedroom. He flipped the secret wall and stared for a second. "How am I going to get rid of this thing...?" He asked himself. Then he smirked.

After about a minute of changing and thirty seconds of securing his items, Connor stepped into the middle of his bedroom and looked at his full-length mirror. He had a gray hood-scarf wrapped around his neck. His suit was mostly black with shoulder and knee plating, peck and an plating, and plenty of flexible fabrics around the rest. Not only flexible, but strong, and able to protect Connor all the same. His gloves were tough but flexible as well, allowing his hands to move without constraint and able to pack a blunt punch. His shoes connected to the suit with plating all around, providing protection and steel kicks.