In a brightly lit white hallway walked a clearly agitated young woman. Her short icy blond hair fluttered and bounced with each stomp she took, and her sky-blue eyes under a white domino mask squinted in fiery anger.
“Ms. Brook! Please wait-”
An older woman with her brown hair tied into a bun and green eyes showing great worry followed her and spoke in a hushed tone yet was cut off.
“It's Stacy, Amenda, how many times do I have to tell you?”
Although Stacy was clearly pissed off, she didn’t direct it towards Amenda, who in turn looked slightly relieved but uncomfortable.
“Alright.... Stacy, you can’t just leave the Great Hall like that!”
Stacy seemed to slow down her pace as the two now walked shoulder to shoulder, Stacy being shorter by a head, once they exited the hallway and entered a large room filled with people wearing all sorts of costumes or just wearing a simple domino mask like Stacy were walking back and forth, or just flew above one another.
“Amenda did you not hear what the fat man himself said? I was demoted and moved to one of the worst places in this damned megacity! Why should I care!?”
Stacy neared shouting causing many people to look over, when they saw who caused the commotion, the majority looked away, the rest followed after Stacy stared them down. With that moment of silence, Stacy let out a big sigh.
“What's the point anyways, I put so much more effort than those fuckers, yet choosing the best option available, I was the like the next Blooddrinker to them!”
Stacy flung her arms up in frustration as the last bit of her anger left her face and only a mix of confusion and sadness stayed. The both of them continued walking in silence until they entered an empty elevator with its back showcasing a city brimming with life and technology, which spread farther than the eye can see, not to Stacy however, she could still see the grey dead walls reaching far off to the heavens, boxing them in like they were some cattle.
Amenda decided to break the silence there and then.
“It's not the end yet Stacy, did you not say yourself that you joined not for the fame but to be a real hero? Zone 27 is in need of a hero, maybe this is your calling?”
With a big sigh Stacy gave Amenda a tired smile.
“You do have a point... Yeah! I'm gonna show that fat-ass how good of a hero I am!”
With a fist pump Stacy’s mood seemed to do a complete 180 as now she was grinning madly, which Amenda laughed at. Stacy grin turned upside down in a matter of seconds as she looked back at Amenda.
“We won't be able to see each other though...”
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Amenda ruffled Stacy’s hair a bit, which Stacy didn’t mind.
“We will be able to see each other, it’ll just won't be as often.”
“But...”
“No buts!”
With that Amenda gave Stacy a big hug, which Stacy embarrassingly gave back, after the two parted, Amenda looked at Stacy with a proud smile.
“Remember this always, your mom is proud of all you’ve done.”
Stacy looked away and broke off from Amenda.
“Mom I’m a grown woman...”
This, however, didn’t ruin Amenda’s mood as she clearly saw the relieved smile Stacy made. With all of that, the elevator had seemingly noticed the mother and daughter conversation had ended, stopped with a ding and opened to a far bigger lobby, with a row of reporters on either side of a golden carpet leading to the door. As the reporters noticed Stacy, the sound in the room magnified as Stacy and Amenda walked towards the exit.
There were many questions thrown about, but the one most of the reporters were asking was.
“Why did you let an entire area of Zone 1 to be destroyed?”
Which was ignored completely by the two women.
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Jeffery was a simple man, with a simple job, yet even as he was simple, Zone 27 was not. And he was one of the unfortunate people stuck in the damned place. What did Jeffery do about this unfortunate situation? Well first off, he did not care. He was a simple man after all, and secondly, he needed this job, even if it was just being at the cash register at a small gas station where a considerable amount of petty crimes and robberies happened.
“... As I’ve said before, it would be really helpful if you could get on the ground and start crying, it would really add to the scene.”
This was one of those robberies, a weird one at that. Considering a man wearing a brown trench coat, with a charcoal suit and a maroon tie underneath, shiny brown dress shoes. He wore a white and black mask which covered his entire face. The white side of his mask was smiling and showing happiness, yet the black side was frowning and showing sadness. There were no holes to see through nor breathe through, yet the man didn’t seem hindered by either of the hindrances. He had a bowl hat on which covered the top part of the mask.
He leaned forwards on a wooden cane as he pointed a gun resembling a colt 1911 at Jeffery.
“Dude, I’ve told you already, the floor is dirty, last time a small-time villain made me lay on the ground, I got a skin disease and was forced to not come to work for a couple of days. I barely make enough as is! Just grab the money from the cash register and like, I dunno leave? That’s what most of the guys that come here do.”
Jeffery didn’t even bother looking at this ‘small-time villain’ as he was currently flipping through a magazine. This ‘small-time villain’ didn’t seem too angry as he moved his gun side to side.
“That has no flare whatsoever, how will I get the attention of a nemesis by just grabbing some cash and leaving immediately afterwards?”
The man said, his voice deep and rich, with a side of craziness.
“Dude do you like mean, a hero? Cause they aren’t gonna bother with this, you got to, like I don’t know, kidnap me or something?”
This caused the man to stop moving all together.
“... If I may ask, what is the difference between taking you hostage and kidnapping you? You are in danger in either scenario.”
Jeffery simply shrugged.
“I don’t know man; it might have to do with the crazy wonderworker from winter where he would kidnap people and turn them into weird abominations.”
Silence filled the gas station which was only broken by Jeffery flipping his magazine.
“... As they say, drastic times call for drastic measures, forgive me, you seem like a good bloke.”
The man suddenly said as he holstered his gun somewhere in his trench coat.
Jeffery could only make an audible huh before getting clubbed by the man with his cane.