/YEARS_LATER.../
When I was young, my Grandma always told me stories about The Vigilante.
She told me how he fought for justice, and everything that was right in the world. He never let a crime go unanswered, and he never left people in danger. She told me that even though he had some bad parts in him, he never let it show. Even the police didn't want to go against him, because he was helping so much.
If I ever asked what his name was, she would chuckle, and tell me that I already knew his name. I never really understood what she meant by that.
"Pearce."
"Mr. Adams."
Principal Adams fixed me with a cold stare.
"You've gotten into a lot of trouble lately, Ms. Pearce." Principal Adams scolded.
"Well, I don't see what for. I mean, Roy clearly deserved it." I replied.
"While that may be, that does not give you the right to play interloper and beat him up for it!"
"I think it does! Clearly you didn't have any intention to do anything about it, and no one else was going to, so I stepped in!"
"There are other ways-"
"To get him to learn his lesson?" I finished for him. "Sure. I'm sure that another week's detention is REALLY gonna help. Why don't we just give terrorists a good ol' time out, and everything will be better?"
"This is your final warning, Ms. Pearce. One more 'incident' like this, and you'll be expelled!"
"Fine. You want me to stop? When Roy starts throwing people in the dumpsters again, I'll tell them who to thank." The door made a loud thud as it slammed shut behind me.
"We're going to Chicago?" Suddenly, my friday was a lot more exciting.
"Yes, we're going to visit your Grandma Nicky. Your Father's already there waiting, so get a move on!"
I hadn't been to Chicago in a few years. Last time we were there, I'd gone shopping, went hiking in Pawnee, and I may have been involved in stopping a mugger. Normal teenager stuff.