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Chapter 6-Inspired by "Anonymous" by Three Days Grace


We had all gotten to the Tower in one piece. Ginger Ninja and I rode back on my motorcycle in silence. I could tell she was distracted by the look in her eyes when we got back.

All five of us headed towards the ops room. Without a word to anyone, I slipped off to my room. For a few moments, I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but when I looked over my shoulder, no one was there.

I finally reached my room, and after I punched in the code, the door opened. I walked inside, and glanced around.

Over in the far left corner was what I called my work space. A small desk was there, covered in newspaper clippings and photos of villains. Hanging above the desk were awards I had received, and some other important documents.

I walked over to the desk and started to clear it, uncovering a personal photo in the process. Gently, I picked it up and looked at it for a few moments. It was a picture of myself, only about eight or nine years younger. Crouched on either side of me, were my parents. It was one of the last circus performances we were in before they were murdered during one of the shows. Heaving a sigh, I gently placed the picture face down.

I looked above the desk and hanging next to an award was my medal from the time we went to Tokyo to stop Brushogun. I narrowed my eyes for a moment as I recalled something I had nearly forgotten about in Tokyo.

The sky was dark. I had decided to investigate Brushogun and his ink minions by myself. I was overlooking the city on a rooftop, and suddenly I was knocked off of my feet. When I regained my composure, I whipped around only to find Saico-Tek as my attacker. This time, he was clad in all pink. He tried to throw a punch to my face, but I dodged the blow just in time. With quick reflexes, I grabbed Saico-Tek's extended arm and flipped him over my shoulder. Hot pink ink oozed from a crack in his shoulder.

Without much hesitation, Saico-Tek jumped to his feet in a fighting stance. I scowled at this ink and paper creature, and tried landing blows on him with my bo-staff. I hit him several times to the head, and to his arms. Saico-Tek charged me, but I parried his fists with my staff. I threw my arms out in front of me to throw him off balance. While he was uncoordinated, I let out a shout and charged him.

Saico-Tek's back crashed into a billboard, and I continued to beat him. My fists came in contact with his face. Pink ink splattered across my face and stained my gloves and torso. I grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him into the billboard over and over, causing the supports to creak and groan. Finally, the steel face way and we free fell nearly ten stories down. I kept punching Saico-Tek; it didn't seem that he would fight back anyways.

At the last moment, I let go of Saico-Tek, and back flipped so that I would land on my feet. His body fell on top of the crumpled billboard, causing more hot pink ink to splattered sideways. The light in his artificial eyes died. My breath came in short gasps as I tried to catch it again. A large group of people had started to gather around me.

I looked up. Even though I didn't understand Japanese, I could tell by their faces, that these people had been very scared. They pointed to my ink stained gloves and face. In the darkness, the hot pink looked like a crimson red in the slightest bit. I looked around. No one seemed to realize that Saico-Tek wasn't a real man.

"He wasn't real!" I tried to get this idea out to these people, but my words fell dead upon their ears.

My masked eyes travelled over to an alley to my right. There stood the silhouette of a teenage girl. All I could see were her bright green eyes. We made eye contact. As soon as she realized I was looking at her, she bolted out of the alley and disappeared into the shadows.

Not long after that, police sirens sounded in the distance. I resisted and tried to run when they snapped handcuffs around my wrists. Two guards grabbed my shoulders as I tried to shake out of their grasp.
Uehara Daizo came around the other side of the van and stopped in front of me with that sickened sweet fake smile. I tried to lash out at him, but the handcuffs restrained me from doing so.

Something crashed down on my head and everything had gone black.
When I came to, I found myself sitting in a chair in a large jail cell. I looked down. My hands were still handcuffed and utility belt had been confiscated.

"Damn it!" I shouted, and it echoed off the walls. How come nobody else could see that Saico-Tek wasn't real?

Footsteps echoed down the silent hall. When the figure stepped into the light just outside of my cell, I vaguely recognized her as the girl in the alleyway. She had waist-length wavy orange hair, and freckles were scattered across her face. Her hands were behind her back.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her. "I suppose you're here to chide me as well."

She shook her head. "I...I saw the whole fight." She spoke with difficulty, and I guessed that she was rusty with her English. "I know that that thing you were fighting wasn't real. Daizo is up to something; I already went through his things."

I furrowed my brow. "How did you-" I never finished my question, because she unveiled her hands; in one hand she held my utility belt. In the other, she held a key ring. My masked eyes went wide as she went through each key to figure out which fit the lock.

"How were you able to get my belt? And the keys?" I asked her as she tried another key that didn't fit.

The ginger looked up at me, a mischievous smile cracking her face in two. "My father is an officer."

The lock clicked and she swung the door open. She stepped into my cell and motioned for me to turn around. I did so, and she unlocked my handcuffs without a problem. I rubbed my wrists as she held out my utility belt. Before I could secure it around my waist, I heard footsteps and angry voices speaking in Japanese. The girl and I exchanged nervous glances. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the cell. The officers' voices rose to shouts as she pulled me through the corridor. She glanced over her shoulder a few times, to make sure we were a safe distance away from the officers.

She made a sharp turn to the left, and we held ourselves against the wall in the shadows. The officers went straight past us.

"Why...are you...doing this?" I asked between breaths. She looked at me, and gave a small smile. "Like I said, I saw the whole fight. I know that he wasn't real, Robin. And besides, heroes don't belong in jail. Villains do." The ginger poked her head out to make sure the coast was clear. She stepped out into the hall and motioned for me to follow.

After a few minutes of walking through the dimly lit halls, we came across an exit.

The girl turned to me and gave me a smirk. "You're welcome by the way."
My hand went to the back of my neck and I smiled sheepishly. "Thanks...and what's your name?"

"That's not important," she said, as she held the door open for me. Her eyes glittered with mischief as she continued. "But I have a feeling I'll be introducing myself to you in the near future, Robin."

"What do you mean, near futu-" I was cut off by the sound of more footsteps. She motioned me out the door. "You better leave."

"But what about you?" I asked her as I stood on the threshold of the door.
She shook her head and waved me out. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Now go!"
I hesitated for a moment, but then bolted out the door. I looked over my shoulder to see if she was still at the door, but she was gone.

Ever since that, I had been trying to figure out who this anonymous girl was. Ever since Ginger Ninja came to Jump, I had the growing suspicion that she was that girl.

I brought myself out of the past and glanced out of the window. The sky was a rich purple, dotted with the beginnings of stars. I sighed and walked out of my room, and towards the stairs that lead to the roof.


Author's Note~

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~Xelaric the Nobody