The front page of the newspaper was covered in a story about the man I had killed the night before. I stared at the story,
"Roger 'Cobra' Hall, a local drug dealer, was brutally murdered last night at a local night club, the Au bar, by homebred superhero, The Purple Eradicator. While the leader of our home-grown superhero team, The Termination Triad as they have become known, murdered the man, the other members of the group distracted the clubbers and bouncers. Has the group gone too far this time? We have happily watched on the sidelines, as they have put many a criminal in jail, but this time it was too close for comfort."
The story went on to say, we could have hurt innocent people and asked whether New York needed superheroes, like us. I threw it away from me, angrily. "Of course they need us." I growled, to myself.
I drove to work, feeling my anger boiling inside of me. When I entered my office, I found a folder, full of background information on Keith James. Casey must have sorted it out for me. I almost kindly and sighed, I then opened the folder. There were no pictures of the man but there were background checks etc.
Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot about the man, his record was squeaky clean and it seemed like he had only come to exist in the last two or three years. The man was twenty five, his birthday was a few months after mine.
I decided to leave the safety of my office, to go and look for him.
I drove past his building and waited nearby. I don't know how long I was sat there for. and saw a limo outside of it. A limo pulled up outside and I got out my camera. Keith walked out of the building, or at least I was sure it was him. His head was covered in a pale coat and two bodyguards blocked most of my view. I took as many pictures as I could before he entered the vehicle. He was wearing a tight brown sweater, that covered his neck. He was slender but, from what I could see, he had defined muscles. As he bet down to get into the car, the coat fell forward and I could see locks of very dark hair.
I tried to look into the windows of the limo, as it drove past, but they were too dark. I huffed and put away the camera, only to return to my office. I uploaded the photos and printed them off, I stuck each picture onto the wall of my office.
Casey walked in and smiled, staying at the door, "You got the info then?"
"Yeah, thanks. I took these earlier. It's the closest we've got to a picture of his face." I said, not looking at the intern.
"Are you sure it was him?" He asked walking up beside me. I looked at the tall man. He had bright blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was also a raging homosexual, not that you would know it if you talked to him.
"Who else would need a dark limo and bodyguards in that building?" I asked, agitated.
"Well, they are expensive flats." He murmured. Luckily, for him, someone called him at that moment. "Excuse me." He whispered, turning to leave.
Before he left, I stopped him, "Find out what this guys up to, if he sneezes I want to know. Got it?" They man nodded and answered his phone.
I sat at my desk and stared at the wall covered in pictures. I wrote a description of the man. Just before I was going to leave, Casey walked into the room. "Hey, I thought you better know, there's a charity ball going on in the outskirts, your man may be goin'. You never know." He grinned.
"You don't know for certain?" I cried.
"Well… um…" His face fell.
"Alright, where is it?" I shoved a piece of paper in front of him and he wrote down the address. I knew it, it was a mansion on the outskirts of New York. "Thanks." I said as he left.
As soon as I entered my house, I packed my costume and thought up a plan, for that night. I needed to get to that ball. I was gonna go solo. I could have told my team mates, but this was something I wanted to do alone. That was my project.
I drove part of the way, I ditched my car ten minutes away from my destination and changed nearby. I heard my phone ringing, when I could see the large gates.
"What?" I hissed.
"Where are you?" Asked Dave.
"I'm doing something." I whispered, making sure to keep out of sight of the security cameras.
"I gathered that. Why haven't you invited me and Hit Girl along?" He asked, sounding a little hurt.
"This is something I have to do alone." I hissed once again. I closed my phone, hearing Dave say something but I ignored him.
I ran beside a car, which would disguise me, for a little while. I then ran into the darkness and towards a large generator, I turned off the security cameras. It wasn't difficult, I would have thought a person who had that much money would have made time to get a more complicated security system.
I stayed in the garden, but climbed a nearby tree, which looked right into the ballroom. I stared down at the party inside. There were a lot of well dressed people in large congregating groups. Some people flitted around the different groups making conversations with everyone, but mostly people stayed where they were.
On the outskirts of the party, near the French doors, was a small group of early twenty year olds. The younger members, evidently, looked up to a pretty couple, they were looking sweetly at each other before kissing softly, they then turned to talk to different people without letting go of each others hands. I felt physically sick watching them.
I scanned the room looking for Keith James when, I saw a large man walk over to a very slim woman. They talked quietly and her expression turned from calm to angry. The woman looked right up at me, I stayed very still until she started towards me. Shit! I didn't move until someone distracted her. I jumped down and looked up quickly to see who she was talking to, I realised it was him. Although I couldn't see his face, I knew it was Keith.
I had to run, the woman glared at me, I would have seen his face, if she hadn't sent large men after me, bodyguards I assumed. I felt eyes watching me as I ran. I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I ignored the people chasing me and carried on towards my parked car. I hid for a while, checking no one had followed me too far. After a while, I entered my car and changed.
My mind was racing, something felt very wrong. I drove home quickly, hoping no one would call the cops.
I entered my house and found Hit Girl, sat on my sofa, waiting for me. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, standing up and sighing.
"Walking into my house?" I asked, coldly.
"You went without back up. What if you got killed?"
"Then I would have died." I stated. Hit Girl looked taken aback by my comment but did not saying anything about it."What did Cobra say, Penny?" Hit Girl walked towards me.
"It's none of your business."
"Yes it is! This is getting ridiculous now. You can't keep doing this! We are a team. What did he say?" She yelled.
"D'Amico!" I cried. I flopped myself down on the couch. "D'Amico." I whispered. "He said, D'Amico."
She said nothing at first, "What? But didn't you- I mean you-"
"Watched him die. Yes." I said coldly.
"Are you sure?" Hit Girl asked softly, sitting beside me.
"Yes, I- I think so. That night is so fuzzy." I stood up, angry that I couldn't quite remember seeing him die, "He had to have died. I opened up one of his arteries, I think." I sighed.
"Maybe, he didn't say D'Amico." Said Hit Girl, after a long pause. "It was pretty loud in that club."
I paused and stared angrily at the woman. "I know what I heard."
"Let us help y-" She walked forward almost pleading with me.
"No! I don't need help, I have to do this alone." I told her, opening the front door.
Hit Girl sighed, turning to leave through the back door. "If you change your mind, me and Kick Ass will be waiting." She said, sadly.
"Yeah, fine." You'll be so lucky. As soon as she left, I started planning how I was going to find out who Keith James actually was.
Sorry it took so long, I know it wasn't the best chapter, but the next one should be way better. Hope you enjoyed, tell me what you think.