Chapter 1: The Protectors

Oct. 31 2016

"Happy birthday to me, what a load of crap!" I thought to myself while I sat and listened to Dan's son "The New Nite Owl" drone on about how it was our duty to protect the city like our parents before us. It was a shame my mother hadn't divorced Dan before Magnus was born, because being an unwanted orphan is hard on a child. I was the product of her second marriage to another hero that was in his late 20's , disgusting I know. His name was Soul Saviour or some bullshit. So just like my mother I am the product of a perverted relationship... Too bad she's no longer around to have discussions about her bad choices. Her and Soul Saviour were gunned down by an Italian American mobster. Its alright though, I gave him just what he deserved.

Grandmother was the one who brought me to this meeting of "The Protectors". Just as she had done for my mother Laurie the successor of the Silk Spectre legacy. I guess I should list the heroes here : Silk Siryn (me)

Nite Owl ( Magnus)

Dr. Manhattan ( he no longer ages)

Miss Jupiter (Grandmother's new " protege")

Cloak (Jacobi, loner emo)

And Riflemaster (Leo, Jacobi's brother.)

"Why are we here? Wearing these ridiculous costumes? Crime fighting is over were a joke!" I said.

"The only one who has a ridiculous costume is you! Who had it designed, your grandmother? It looks like her taste." Cloak answered.

"You're just jealous because I wear black better than you." I retorted.

"Stop fighting like children!" Nite Owl yelled pounding the podium with his fist.

Where was Dr Manhattan when you needed him? I thought to myself. I mean, it's easier to be the Cloak, all you need is a cloak and a hood and some black. But when you're the new version of the Silk Spectre you have to look good and in my case fight good too. Being a feminine, gay superhero isn't the easiest gig but it's still the funnest.

This isn't how I imagined I would be spending my eighteenth birthday, at some lame meeting, trying to revive the dead cliche of a superhero team. We're not even super, more like celebrities who do nothing but take up space.

"Can I go now? I swear if I stay in this ugly building one more minute I'll have to off myself!" I said before I could catch myself, so I gave Miss Jupiter an apologetic look. Her parents died from suicide, well her father shot her mother then shot himself.

She looked back at me and rolled her eyes, she didn't like me not even from the start.

"No, we have to patrol tonight, keep the city safe." Magnus said rather impatiently, oh, he looked extremely crossed.

I rolled my eyes and let my mind wander to the past. When we all first met, when I saw the people I came to despise. My grandmother could never understand, she'd just frown and say I was just like my mother and that I was too impatient. She would know about patience, after all she was just wasting away in a convalescent home.

Finally, I thought as Leo stormed out of the room, screaming expletives and cursing Magnus. Now is my chance, I got up wove my hand as if I was bored and made my way to the door. Until Dr. Manhattan opened it from the outside and came in. Everyone was silent as he came in, he was a god in their eyes but I don't believe in any god.

I guess I'll never know what happened in that damn meeting, I'll ask Cloak to brief me.