Mega
Junior Member
When Vicky finally came back to herself enough to realize where her feet had taken her, it was too late to question the decision. The slums weren’t the kind of place she wandered often, not for any kind of trepidation, but rather because they rarely held anything interesting. Unfortunately the best she could hope for was a quick fight with some down on their luck mugger, hardly worth her time. But she was there, and it was dark, and unless she wanted to skulk back to her apartment with only disappointment to show for the day there weren’t many other options. At least people would still be out this time of night, unlike in the nicer more fun parts of town closer to the Heroes of Today HQ.
Slums it was then. She wandered farther down the street, taking in the old buildings, decrepit, on their last legs. Why anyone even let such a depressing place exist was beyond her. Maybe it was because most people were too scared to venture out here even in the middle of the day. There weren’t many regular humans who could stand up to this place, and any super worth there salt had better places to be.
Like her.
What was she doing here again? Oh, right, trying to feel less depressed by romping around looking at things more depressed than her.
The night seemed to grow darker the farther she went, the rotten husks of lost houses looming over her. She shivered, the cool air and her soaked clothes finally getting to her. She should have just gone home, dried off, and then flopped into bed.
Vicky turned around to do just that, intent on leaving the way she’d come in. Except she didn’t know where she came in from, having wandered in from nowhere. Not to mention she really didn’t know what this part of the city looked like. She’d been back here a few times, in her first few years on her own. Mostly to try out her growing powers. No one would miss a few deadbeats anyway, she’d reasoned, and for all the years that passed everything was fine.
Suddenly she was blinded, bright lights flooding her vision, causing her to squint and shield her eyes with the back of her hand. What? It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, when the car shut off, her night vision ruined, white spots dancing around her.
When she could finally see properly again, she immediately fixed on the woman swinging herself deftly out of the car, as if she was used to making quick transitions from vehicle to foot.
A cop, most definitely, her status projected subtly from her precise and professional movements as well as more blatantly through the vest she wore.
“Hello,” Vicky called with a smile, waving enthusiastically. Well, at least now she had someone to talk to.
Dawnblade
Slums it was then. She wandered farther down the street, taking in the old buildings, decrepit, on their last legs. Why anyone even let such a depressing place exist was beyond her. Maybe it was because most people were too scared to venture out here even in the middle of the day. There weren’t many regular humans who could stand up to this place, and any super worth there salt had better places to be.
Like her.
What was she doing here again? Oh, right, trying to feel less depressed by romping around looking at things more depressed than her.
The night seemed to grow darker the farther she went, the rotten husks of lost houses looming over her. She shivered, the cool air and her soaked clothes finally getting to her. She should have just gone home, dried off, and then flopped into bed.
Vicky turned around to do just that, intent on leaving the way she’d come in. Except she didn’t know where she came in from, having wandered in from nowhere. Not to mention she really didn’t know what this part of the city looked like. She’d been back here a few times, in her first few years on her own. Mostly to try out her growing powers. No one would miss a few deadbeats anyway, she’d reasoned, and for all the years that passed everything was fine.
Suddenly she was blinded, bright lights flooding her vision, causing her to squint and shield her eyes with the back of her hand. What? It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, when the car shut off, her night vision ruined, white spots dancing around her.
When she could finally see properly again, she immediately fixed on the woman swinging herself deftly out of the car, as if she was used to making quick transitions from vehicle to foot.
A cop, most definitely, her status projected subtly from her precise and professional movements as well as more blatantly through the vest she wore.
“Hello,” Vicky called with a smile, waving enthusiastically. Well, at least now she had someone to talk to.
Dawnblade
