- - - - July 20 - - -
. . . the suit, bow, and arrows are ready. Adam Clide will pay for what he did to me and my family. When I find him I'll give him pain that he's never felt before. . . count on it.
- Darcy (Bee) Oliver
- - - - Iron Arrow - - -
Dary's brows were lowered as she put down her well used blue, pencil to the side of the worn notebook she wrote in. She looks up to her desk with many notebooks that contained information, and drawings of her inventions, already done, in the process, or to do.
Looking up she looked around the garage which also served as her workshop. There were 2 cars to the far side, and to the other side, there were tables and shelves. The tables had pieces of metal, tools, connecting pieces and other things. The shelves contained extra building supplies, more tools, and an average size sewing kit. Also in several places were robots with three little stick claws ( so they can grip objects). They were supposed to help her when she built things. Yeah, they're helpful, but they sometimes malfunctioned. Last scattered in places were done and in prosses projects.
Sighing Darcy got out of the black office chair and began walking to the large wall window when she heard a small whirring noise. Looking to the side, and realizing it was one of the robots. Even though the voice active robot didn't have a face Darcy could tell it was concerned.
" I'm fine." She said with a small smile. The robot seemed satisfied and powered down.
Darcy walked up to the wall window and pressed her head against the cool glass looking down at the crashing waves playing a game with the large rocks, and the hillside her house sat above. A shaky breath escapes her mouth as she looked up to the stars. "Daddy. . . Momma"- She laughed at herself a little for calling her parents what she would call them when she was 5-" I've got a tracker on him; I should have results soon. I know you wouldn't want me to do this, but I have to make him suffer for the way he made you, me... US suffer. I-"
A loud beeping cut her off and filled the once empty air. Knowing what the beeping meant Darcy dashed to a metal table that was actually clean ( amazing right). In the center on the table was a square that looks cut out, but she pressed the square into the table. The beep silenced, and futuristic light blue screens appear one by one.
The screens hovered reaching around the arched table, some hovered above the others. In the middle of the hovering screens, a big screen appeared. Looking into the middle screen it showed a map of Manhattan New York. She uses her fingers to swipe around the map until she found what's she was looking for. Suddenly there was a red dot in the bottom left corner of the screen, it was moving slowly through a well known, but sketchy alleyway.
Her brows lowered again as Darcy growled.
" Of all the gosh darn places. . . guess we all have to start somewhere."
Grabbing a small tracking device off from the side, Darcy started to download the information from the screen. It wouldn't take long for all the information to download so she started to get herself ready. Darcy grabbed her self-made leather suit, as she pulled her T-shirt off to put on the shirt of the suit her upper arm started to sting. She quickly grabbed it, as it got worse. She hissed from the pain her body was making up putting the back of her head against a wall. It ended. Letting out a few relieved breaths she finished getting ready.
First, she pulled on a navy blue high-neck halter top with a slightly lighter strip down the middle with a double point arrowhead symbol. Next, she pulled on her leather pants that were the same colors as her shirt. Pulling on her black knee-high boots, and black gloves where all her fingers were free besides the middle ( They went up to her elbows.) Darcy grabbed a black cape with a dark blue inside and pulled it on. Snapping the ends of the capes together, she styled her hair into a half french braid, half ponytail and her stubborn bangs stayed free of the braid ( the bangs would've fallen out anyway). Putting on a black mask with white lensed were the eyes were Darcy was done with her suit.
For the last part of prepping to go, Darcy grabbed several snap-on things. First several small ones that had knockout powder, explosive disc, etc. Snapping them on around her gloves, she then grabbed two larger ones snapping them around her boots she unsnapped the top and places a dagger in each of them then snapped the top closed. The daggers were only for emergencies if things got really bad. Last she grabbed two belts, snapping both on her waist, Darcy connected a quiver containing many different types of arrow-like exploding or nets and many others to her right side. On her left belt, she connects a strong, small magnetic panel. Grabbing her metal foldable bow she made and connected it to the magnetic panel.
A high pitched beep sounded the silence telling her the handheld device had exhausted the information from the computer. Grabbing it, she left the protection of her home. Flipping on her hood, Darcy was ready for revenge.
- - - - Hooded Arrow - - -
Getting to the building where she was doing to watch the Adam Clide, proved to be difficult. Darcy had to dodge behind buildings, and other things to avoid confusion, and suspension from the people on the streets. Also, Darcy sometimes had no choice to walk in alleys that were lucky left alone. With this time she thought of her childhood and the tragedy that came with it. Of being trapped in the office building own by her father. Her mother (which she had always thought was hiding something from her) and herself were visiting the building when. . .
Darcy quickly shook the memory from her head, not wanting to think further of it. Finally, she reached the building taking out the bow from the magnetic panel, and with a forward jerk on her arm, the bow unfolded. Then Darcy took an arrow out that would act as a grappling hook. Shooting it the arrow landed over the ledge and stuck. Climbing up the rope with ease folding the bow and putting it back, she walks to the opposite side of where she stood.
Sitting on her toes on the 2-inch wall on top of the building she took the tracking device out of her back pocket. Scanning the slightly above darkness light alleyway she keeps checking and rechecking the small device in her hands. Her lips shaped into a small frown.
" He should be here!" Darcy scolded the lifeless device as if it would offend it. Looking at the small green screen, there was clearly a red, blinking dot on the screen where he should be standing. Shocker, there was no man. . . no Adam Clide.
Darcy growled.
Shifting her gaze back to the alleyway there suddenly a man in all black. When he walked in one of the dim rays of what was called lighting apparently. Maybe it was to give a spooky feeling, to make people avoid the place; Welp that didn't work for her! Anyways, Darcy could tell the jacket he wore was leather, and on the back in bold white words were CLiDE. ' Wow! Where did he get that? His old football team! Cliche! Doesn't he know that it totally gives him away? Idiot.' She thought to herself. When her amusing thought fades, her focus is back of Adam. He was at a metal door, Darcy knew it was time to take action. Taking one last look at the screen she stuck her tongue out at it.
" I'll fix you later." She scolded it. . . again, putting back in her back pocket.
Standing up Darcy took a few steps back then started running till. . . She jumped off the ledge with no hesitation. She held on leg straight in front in her the other she folded under her. Kicking the man in the back of the head his face slammed on the metal door causing a loud crashing noise. Almost immediately he turned, surprising her a little as he grabbed her and threw her into the building next to him. With the force he threw her with such force, the building wall broke, scratching her arms. The skin became raw and stung. Groaning, she stood in the dark, dusty, and abandoned building and dashed back out into the dimly lit alleyway. Before he could react, Darcy elbowed him in his stomach, making him hunch over. She quickly took out a taser ( just strong enough to make him fall to the ground.) and tased him in the back.
Adam let out a small yelp and fell to the ground, eyes squeezed shut.
" Was that the wrong taser?" Darcy asks herself a little shocked, " Whoops..."
Darcy was about to observe him, but something grabs her ankle and swung into a nearby dumpster. She grunted as she hit the side of the dumpster, leaving a dent. Looking up, Adam loamed over her, rage on his face. Now she finally had a real good look at him. His skin had gotten tan from the last time she'd seen him, which was, like, almost 7 years ago. Adam had scars and scratches all over his face, Darcy could care less. Then she saw the most horrible, yet humorous thing her eyes had witnessed that day. Adam had gotten himself a buzz cut! She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
"Oh, good! you're still alive!" Darcy sarcastically remarked.
"Glad you're happy." He shot back.
"One more thing..." She began. Adam made a humming noise in response, "Your haircuts a joke!"
"What do-" Before he could finish, Darcy kicks him with both her feet into the wall he had thrown her into. There was another crashing sound. Darcy was honestly surprised that anyone hadn't either check this out or called the police.
Darcy stood and immediately noticed soreness in her back, for now, she brushed it off. Walking into the hole in the wall he created next to hers, Darcy looked down to his limp body. After a minute, Adam still laid still, his chest rising and lowering at a steady rate, Darcy grab one of the daggers from her leg and crouched down. Darcy held the dagger to his stomach. She had waited for this day ever since he trapped and killed her parents, but she wasn't going to stab him while Adams' eyes were closed. No, Darcy wanted to see the look of horror on his face, the same look her parent shared when they were being burnt alive.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.