This may seem like it’s jumping into the action, but it’s actually right after one occurrence of action.
It’s more of a prologue though…to give you a taste.
Next chapter is the first REAL chapter and the story starts from there. This event is more around the third or fourth area…
Please read!
The car screeched, hitting a fire hydrant as it over shot a turn, signaling that the driver and passengers were gone.
At least for now.
Huntress glared through her purple and black mask, shooting arrow after and arrow at the spot where the car once was, wishing that they would pierce skin.
His skin.
Him.
Santo Cassamento the murderer of her parents.
Footsteps trudged behind her, causing Huntress to whip around, aiming her crossbow at what she though the gang member left behind that she could kill for association, but was only the janitor that Cassamento and his goons were kicking the crap out of when she jumped down the roof to kill him.
She sighed, lowering her bow, Hey, man. Are you okay?
Im fine. He replied, stepping out of shadows in the alley and into the light provided by the only streetlamp in the alley behind the coal factory.
The man, dressed like he was a janitor, reached into his uniform pocket, causing Helena to raise her weapon incase he was bringing out his own.
Instead, the janitor took a can of what, in the dim light, resembled hairspray.
You just got your ass kicked! Huntress exclaimed, running to the mans side, What do you doing worrying about your hair right now. You need to get to a hospital!
Hairspray? the man laughed, looking down at the can, No.
He pressed the spray button and aimed it as his face.
Are you crazy, man?! H Huntress shrieked, hand on her hip, Those thugs sure hit your head pretty hard
The man, Huntress no longer figured to be a janitor and instead believed was an escaped lunatic, seemed unconcerned by her comments and continued to spray the contents of the container until an orange cloud encompassed his entire body.
Helena eyes widened and her mouth opened.
Okay. Things were getting very confusing.
But the most shocking part of the occurrence was when the cloud cleared, revealing a man in a light blue suit where the janitor once stood. The problem was he had no face.
Huntress drew her crossbow up again and pointed it right at the faceless being, quite ready to rid the earth of whatever demon this was.
Put the bow down. The Question requested.
Huntress pulled the string back, preparing to shoot.
Please Question added, shrugging.
Huntress shot and Question ducked just in time. The arrow flew and hit a dumpster, poking a hole that allowed probably dangerous factory chemicals to spill out on to the already wet and dirty alley street.
What are you!?! She demanded, stepping back.
That is the question, isnt it? Question said, shrugging again, Helena Bertinelli, I presume.
Huntress steadied her bow to shoot.
Start talking. She ordered, How do you know my name? Tell me or Ill shoot.
Dont waste your arrows. Question suggested, unafraid of her threat, Thats your last one. Save it for someone worth killing, at least worth killing to you. Santo Cassamento, right?
When I see that man again, I will kill him. Huntress declared.
Yes, because jumping off a rooftop and trying to kick him worked so well the last time. Question scoffed, folding his arms.
You know what; Ive had just about enough of that attitude of yours, Mr.! Huntress yelled, Ive got the death weapon here and you dont, so why dont you stop insulting my plans and start telling me about Mr. Cassamento because you seem to be quite familiar with him.
Im familiar with a lot of things. Question stated.
I dont care about a lot of things, I care about Santo Cassamento. Huntress responded.
There was a moment of silence where Huntress and Question just stared, looking at each other. Well Huntress was looking at Question and couldnt tell if Question was looking back because since he had no face, he had no eyes.
Well talk! Huntress commanded, Now!
Why should I? Question asked, his voice sounding as is he was raising an eyebrow, Whats in it for me?
Wellhm. Huntress thought, and remembered her inheritance, Im very rich, I can pay you for information.
Question rubbed his chin in deep contemplation, then said No.
Huntress slapped her forehead, then got another idea. So what if the guy didnt have a face, he was still a guy, right? He still had ayou knowright?
I can make it worth your while. She purred seductively, running her hands over her curves, In many ways
It took a full five minutes for Question to think this offer over, but in the end the answer was still the same.
Nope! Question exclaimed, Good try though.
Huntress scowled and growled.
You gay or something?! she roared, balling her fists, How about I beat the answer out of you! Is that a good idea?!
Ooohugh. Question gulped, remembering his latest beat down by Santo Cassamento, Steven Mandragora and various other gang members five minutes ago, Tried thatdidnt like it.
Then what do you suggest? Huntress inquired hoarsely, Because Im all out of ideas and youre not leaving my sight until I hear what I need to know.
You wanna go for coffee? Question asked in the most friendly and normal voice one could almost forget he was lacking a face at the moment.
Huntress blinked as if she heard wrong and then just gaped, slumping her shoulders and dropping her hands so that they hung, dead, at her sides, one holding the crossbow.
Lets go She sighed finally, turning to exit the alleyway, Question following right behind her.
Youre paying. He remarked, offhandedly as they disappeared into the city, earning him and exasperating punch.
Please reveiw!