A soda can flew out of the vending machine, striking my captor in the head.

"What the-" A few more soda cans were launched out. Soon, the room was flooding with soda cans.

"SOMEBODY FIX THIS DAMN-" A electronic box exploded behind him, electrocuting, and setting him on fire.

Oh shit...

I took my captors' knife, and hid behind a small pile of boxes.

"You guys hear that?" Another gang member said. They were in the room next to mine, and had probably heard the commotion. I heard their muffled footsteps coming towards me...

BANG! BANG! Gunshots. My heart was pounding against my rib cage. My hands were sweaty. I heard the door open, and I jumped to my feet, ready to attack.

The man walking through the door put his hands up. He was wearing a trench coat, a baseball cap, and a mask.

"Calm down." His voice was familiar. He was the man from the bus stop. "We better get out of here before more of 'em show up."

"How do I know I can trust you? I don't even know your name."

He sighed. "Well, I have quite a few names. You probably know me as the Vigilante."

Suddenly, I found it very difficult to talk.

"Hurry up. We don't have all day."


The man that was apparently my childhood hero dropped me off nearby Granda Nicky's house, and left me with a note to give Nicky. I wasn't sure how he knew her, but Grandma had to have gotten her stories from somewhere...

As the door swung closed behind me, my boots were already off, and I was looking everywhere for Grandma, but I couldn't find her.

"Mom?" I shouted in no particular direction.

"Yeah?" She shouted back.

"Where's Grandma?"

"She went out for a walk!"

I suppose the note could wait for a little bit.