While shivering in the protective
arms of the woman I'd attempted to rescue, the last few minutes
keep running through my head like a bizarre video stuck in an
A tingle of excitement had run through me when I heard the
muffled scream. It was why I'd been wandering the darker, less
reputable streets tonight. It's why I was dressed all in black
and wore a mask. As the Midnight Stalker, I'd be able to give my
city the protection its overworked police force wasn't able to
I'd slipped through the shadows of the stinking, trash-strewn
alley undetected and had taken the mugger completely by
surprise. Unfortunately, the surprise only lasted a moment. Just
as my crushing blow connected with his jaw, I noticed something
silver flash in the moonlight, and felt a sharp pain in my gut.
The thrill I'd been feeling turned to cold terror when I looked
down and saw something dark spurting from my side. I barely even
noticed when the mugger slammed into the dumpster behind him and
crumpled to the ground.
As I sit in a pool of my own blood, hoping the distant siren I
hear is for me, I wonder if it was all worth it.
With what little breath I'm able to draw into my lungs I manage
to say, "If they ask who I am, tell 'em I'm the Midnight
"I'll tell them that," the woman whispers into my ear. She then
kisses my masked face and adds, "Thank you for rescuing me,
The trepidation that's been gnawing at the edges of my fading
awareness shifts into a warm sense of pride and satisfaction.
Yes, it really was all worth it.
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