The Vindicator sat at a table in a dark room in front of a large monitor. She had planned this strike for the last ten years but was pissed she couldn't find her last three targets. Amelia was easiest to track down, she was a celebrity and after a quick Google search her home came up. Tyler was also easy, a white man with blond hair living in the jungles of Mexico was easy to spot.
But for some reason a Dola, Arnoldo, and Clayton were harder to find. Just when she had tracked Clayton and Dola down they were gone again. Their house was burned to the ground. They were on the run again. But she expected nothing less from the two of them. They would be her hardest targets, she knew that, she'd known that, but they were who she wanted the most. The hunt was as good as the reward for her.
Arnoldo was also suprising and completely off the radar. But she was confident she could kill them all. Her mother had trained her to be a warrior and she had recruited others like her who were willing to wage war against The Incorreptables.
"Granada. Do we have any intell about them?" The woman asked into the darkness. Granada with long dark hair and deep tan skin appeared. She wore a deep red leather jacket and matching pants. In her hand was a long purple tinted sword.
"Shane is trying to pull up their signatures, but it is hard to find them with nothing to pull from. Everything at their home was completely charred. And we couldn't find any pictures of them on the internet." Granada sighed putting her hand on her waist.
"I expect nothing less from Clayton and Dola. She always had a plan within a plan and he always was there to execute it for her." The woman said getting to her feet. Her long black trench coat fell to her ankles as she paced the room. Then a thought came quickly to her.
"Can Shane use something old to trace them?" She asked still in the shadows.
"Maybe if there was a strong connection to the person," Garnada answered.
"Give me a moment," the woman ran off at the speed of light and appeared in front of an old, but we'll taken care of house. She knew it was empty and had been for years. She ran in what used to be her old childhood room and found her old jewlery box. She fumbled through it for a moment and found the necklace she once treasured more than life. It was silver with a blue emerald at the end.
She ran back to her hideout and was in front of Granada in seconds.
"Dola gave this to me when I was ten. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She said it brought her strength, her good luck charm. This has to have some emotional value," the woman said giving it to Granada. Granada bowed her head in understanding and disappeared.
The woman sat back down and looked down at the necklace and ring on her table. Two rings and one necklace. Her collection was almost complete.
Kentucky
4:30 amI gasped for air as I woke up from my dream. I had a dream of Giovanni. He was on a bench in front of a large lake I'd never been to. He was eating, I'd hardly ever seen him not eating. This time he was eating a falafel and drinking ginger tea. It was always how I remembered him. This time he wore all blue, my favorite color. I smiled at him and he motioned for me to sit down.
"The end is coming," he said between chews of his food. I said nothing back.
"Acid rain will fall on you and your family. There will be one more death before the rain will stop," he said throwing his half eaten food into a garbage can. "I didn't tell Amelia or Tyler. I didn't much care for them. But I always liked you. I could sense the darkness that lied within you. You were just like me, but I let my anger lead me. You always tried to shut the door to the evil that lived within you," he laughed. I couldn't move I could only look at the lake as it moved slowly in the wrong direction.
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Super: Hunted By The Past
Science FictionRetired superheros from an elite underground force are being killed and no one knows why. The secret lies in the past of Dola Mitchell and her super friends. Together with her husband Clayton Flinn and ex-boyfriend Arnoldo Rio they must figure out w...