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New York, New York Outskirts

Underground

Undernearth a miles worth of forest, and then one home, directly underneath it, a lair that would surprise even the most notorious masterminds on the planets. Supercomputers lined the walls, all having broken into separate American and other government systems. Criminals, foreign and domestic could be found on these computers. Even more, NASA, CIA, FBI, and the local police all had been breached, and the virus Lizie had created was so expertly planned that it was undetectable, a silent killer. She could silence the worlds national defenses in a matter of minutes- but that was just not her nature, no matter if she was the anti-hero people feared.

Vehicles were on separate platforms, and easily the roofs above could slide open to launch off helicopters, or secret cave entrances to enter and leave through cars and mortorcycles. A costume was in it's enclosed case, along with a small, indespensable armory near it in a separate room connected behind the case. Dim lights, and spotlights as they might be, a person could see normally after adjustment to it. There was a lot more stuff, but the time and place to name them wern't needed. Admist all of this underground, two people stood silent. Looking at a large screen, one sat with her feminine legs crossed, and another, slim and skinny, stood next to her large chair with his arms crossed behind his back in a gentleman manner.

They had been silent for awhile, along with the police moniters besides the occasional check to make sure everyone was on duty and not spending their time somewhere else in order to take advantage of peace within the physcially dirty, violent infested place. That silence was broken, one voice simple breaking the barrier.

" Mistress Lizie, it seems that the police haven't had any action for the last two days. Not a peep of violence, not even against men and their wifes. Absolutely nothing- rest while you can ma'am, your health is deteriorating every time you spend your nights watching these screens and traveling around the city during the day."

That was the truth, and Lizie's butler, Mr. Deker knew everything about her as if he was her father. In all reality, he was a close as a father that she had. Elizabeth, despite attempting to get a actual job, had been strictly working since she had arrived in the crime infested city of New York. Not even a minute was wasted; during the day she walked around the city and learned about the events of the day, then at night she would stalk the rooftops she had walked under as the sun had roamed freely in the sky.

Elizabeth didn't respond for a long while, using her middle and index finger in her left hand to rubb her left temple as she silently strode off into a sleep. Then there was the uncanny sound- one she had heard many times before. The sounds of a homocide. The sounds of police screaming across their radio to tell others that someone was being or going to get killed soon. Now, as she heard the location of what was to be, she responded to Deker.

"It's what I do. I spend my nights protecting the city, and spend my days helping it further without crime that I'm mopping up."

Without a moments notice, Elizabeth stood, jumped to her encased Stiletto costume, and slipped it on. After that, her cape and mask were put on- and strapped tight to keep her identity hidden. After that Elizabeth made sure she had her equipment, sticking her utility belt holding her gadgets on her waist, Lizie also took her crossbow and pushed it onto the floor. Lastly, she put her signature cape on, and then picked up the laid about crossbow before sliding her way across the lair to her purple and black lamborghini. Opening up the driver's door; Elizabeth slipped in, turned on the ignition with the keys already inside, then pressed the gas and the vehicle was rolling off through the tunnel entrance. As she emerged, her elegant car went under a waterfall, brushing it with water as she landed on the other side of the small, see-through pool of fresh water.

The night was calling her once more.

New York, New York- Bronx



The Bronx of New York was already riddled with many crimes. Some where strange murders, gang raping, and suicides, but homocides lead the pack. With rival gangs all fighting for incoherent power, there were going to be people getting shot and stabbed: sometimes for no reason at all, just because they were walking by or in the wrong place at the right time. In the projects, it was worse, and you could simply feel the mental scarring that had surfaced around people from hearing gunshots every night and even seeing their neighbors 'clocked' out. So, in the third floor of a five story apartment, screaming was the average.

" Pl....Please ..Don't hurt me!... I'll give you some coke!!!- anything...just don't hurt me" A random drug trafficker thug yelled the words aloud, and had been in the same sort of position for the last forty minutes. He knew that other tenants in the building would have called the police by now, but he didn't know if the police would dare venture out into the projects where the people hate their, goody-to-shoes lives. Laying next to him was another thug, dead; mostly by decapitation and a few wounds from other hits from the mysterious man before them who seemed to be loving the torture.

The man seemed menacing, a bit ominious too, but he didn't really speak to their lesser mass- he only spoke to say " Shut the hell up!" or "Bitches, shut up or shot up." Besides that, the man was, what seemed to be, a psociopath in the eyes of his one, final victim. Without hesitation, the man hit the thug across the face, breaking his jaw and causing him to fall dead with the immense pressure.

Underneath, in an alley near a fire escape, one lone woman stood. She was menacing, with only little clothes though, she was seductive too, yet the purple lip gloss, and slick
 body gave her an equally ominous feeling as the man who had just killed the two thugs three floors above. As the silence enveloped around her ears, Elizabeth emerged from the dark alley and unto the fire escape lit up by a street lamp across a short, one way road. Climbing up the ladder, she reached for her crossbow, and when she started walking up the steps that went around in a lively square; pulled out a crossbow bolt and inserting into the already ready crossbow.

Lightly she emerged onto the third floor, but the room window which had caused a lot of ruckus was two windows away. Fear wasn't an option, especially for someone who was a vigilante by night, ans so Elizabeth scaled the walls horizontally until she reached the window. Peaking in, she saw the two dead thugs in front of a table full of drugs and money. Standing in front of them was another man, whipping his hand off of the blood onto a nearby wall. As he was getting ready to leave, Elizabeth reacted quickly. Aiming the crossbow at the window towards the man, she shot the weapon causing the window to break. As the glass fell, Elizabeth pulled out two smoke pellets and threw them into the room.

As the pellets began to set in, the grey, unforgiven air filled the room. Within moments, Lizie was rollling inside the room, rubbing against the table as it stopped her from moving. Sparawled across the ground, Elizabeth knew what time she had. The pellets would simply stop working in another ten seconds, and in that time she had to pull off something. Reaching at her utility belt, Elizabeth grabbed a stun grenade, took out the lock initiating the explosion. Throwing it randomly, she heard it hit a wall; by which time she had closed her eyes and covered her ears. While doing so, she stood up and opened her eyes- the pellets had stopped working, and there in front of her was her enemy.

" I know they deserved what they got, but there is a such thing as Government you know. Unless... you don't give a damn?"The engagment had just begun.