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"My name is Kate Bishop."
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I flip back my hood, shaking my black hair loose.
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"Nine months ago I was sexually assaulted in Central Park."
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They grab me with their cold, iron fists, clenching me hard until I know there are going to be bruises if I live, which I kind of hope I don't. They're laughing and touching me with those cold, iron hands. I can't move, only squirm and scream for help, but no one comes. Then I'm bent over again and they're still touching—feeling me. I scream and I struggle, but I can't get away.
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"After my recovery, I vowed that what happened to me would never happen to anyone else."
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I extend the white baton and swing, hitting the man so hard something goes 'crack' and it echoes around. The gangbanger collapses to the ground.
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"I swore to protect the innocent…"
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"Down!" I yell. The girl ducks and I fire an arrow straight where her head would have been. It pierces the mugger in the throat and he falls to the ground dead.
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"…and to bring down those who are poisoning my city."
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Without stopping, I dart in the still open doors and slide to a stop. I notch one arrow, aiming at a man's chest, but instead take out his kneecap. He yells in pain and his buddy stops to look at him. I fire a second arrow and it impales itself in his shoulder. He drops too. I run past them and follow Monro, weaving in and out of the homeless shelters and into a side alley.
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"Hey, sis." She greets. She seems very depressed. Susan dyed her hair blonde, for why I don't know, and has it pulled back in a ponytail. She's wearing her tennis uniform still. She smells like she's still wearing her tennis uniform.
"You expecting Jackson to come over and that's why you haven't showered?" I tease.
"I don't have time." Susan replies, not removing her attention from her paper. "I've got actual work to do."
"Oh, and I don't." I reply, grabbing a box of shrimp salad.
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"But to do this without endangering those closest to me, I have to become someone else…
"I have to become something else."
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I notch two arrows from my location on the roof of the pizzeria and fire them, one into each bodyguard. They drop like flies. It doesn't take long for the gangbangers to see me and guns are out, bullets flying. I've learned my lesson though, and I'm already moving, jumping into the alleyway and firing a specially modified arrow into the center of the gangbangers. I attached a metallic tip right beneath the arrow head that explodes upon impact. There are maybe half a dozen gangbangers, half of which fly into the wall and don't move again.
I notch an arrow and turn to fire it at a gangbanger, but find him right in my face. I fire the arrow into the ground, fortunately hitting his foot, and he yells in pain. I use my bow as a melee weapon and swing it up into his chin, slapping him once on each side of his face with the bow, then planting a firm kick to his stomach and tossing him backwards. I notch another arrow and fire it into his chest and he's down for the count.
The two other gangbangers, having recovered from the explosion earlier, open fire on my position. I'm forced to take cover behind a dumpster. Bullets riddle the metal container, spraying pieces of trash into the air and sending sparks flying. I lean around the corner for a second and gauge my surroundings before ducking back where I was.
There's an electrical fuse-box next to one of the gangbangers. I need a distraction to get a clean shot though. I pull a disc out of my belt and slide it over to them. It lets out an ear-piercing shriek and the two clutch their ears with one hand, firing blindly with their weapons. It's risky, but I make the move, standing up and firing an arrow into the fuse box. It explodes and renders another gangbanger unconscious.
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"I can't do this alone. I need help."
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"Where's my bike?" I ask.
"One block from your position, uploading position to your account now." Sure enough, I hear a ding from my phone and a small yellow dot appears on my Heads Up Display.
"Thanks, A." I whisper. "Stand by."
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"America is my best friend for life. She's also very good with computers. She's been with me since the beginning."
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"You could've just sniped their asses from the rooftop and avoided that whole mess." America says.
"I like to have fun." I reply.
"There are easier ways to kill yourself." America replied, shooting a glance over her shoulder. "You could jump off of a bridge or step into traffic…"
"Don't forget car crash. Those are always fun." I add, smirking.
"Screw you."
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"The newest addition to this little team is Elijah Bradley, also known as Patriot. He's smart, strong, and kind of hot."
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I hook my bow onto the line and slide across as well. We roll through the broken window into an upper-story floor. Eli's already got a gun to his face. The gangbanger doesn't see me at first, giving me time to pull one of the white batons out of the pouch on my legs. I extend it and swing.
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"Vigilante Spares Drug Lord." America quotes, jabbing her thumb at the computer screen.
"Congratulations, K, you successfully took down a criminal without murdering every soul in sight."
"I've heard how you operate." He says gravely. "I don't do that. No killing."
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"So?" America asks. "Was he as hot as in his picture?"
Eli glances at me and I roll my eyes.
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"Together we form the Young Avengers; a group of young vigilantes dedicated to protecting New York City."
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I rush at the single squad car. The two behind me open fire, unfortunately hitting the only officer without a gun in the shoulder. He yells out in pain and falls to the ground. I jump up on the hood, kick off of the wall and land on the first police officer. I wrap my legs around his neck and slam my fists into both sides of his head. He drops and I kick off of him.
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I load all of my arrows with a default pointy tip and jump down, notching one and firing it at Monro straight away. The bastard's bodyguard jumps in the way and goes down. I would fire another at him, but the seven gangbangers in the complex pull out guns and I have to leap behind a wall to prevent myself from becoming Swiss cheese.
"They're armed."
"Wow! Thanks!" I exclaim. "Would've never known!"
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Monro runs to the end of the alley and stops, seeing no way out. He turns and raises his hands, as if I'm going to show him mercy.
"Darren Monro!" I shout, notching an arrow and pointing it at his face. "You have failed this city!"
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America has her laptop in her hand. It's black and covered in little American flags, Captain America stickers and shields. She sets it on the desk and opens it up, typing in her password faster than my eyes can follow her fingers. She pulls up an app on the computer that turns the screen dark. Neon blue and white lines cross the screen, strange images popping up. Triangles inside triangles, squares crossing circles, they seem to make sense to her and she's typing in passwords before their requested.
"Welcome to Vigilance." She grinned. "Home to all of your vigilante needs."
It's good to see her happy, but I don't get a midnight call on my vigilante line stating we need to meet in person to finally see the switch behind the scenes.
"Whatcha got?"
"The gang that raped you? I've made some progress. Monro was only the first. There's a whole slew of men who are tied to them." America whispers.
"Who's my next target?" I ask.