Blood of the Moon: Chapter 1.9
The sun had set in The City, now the real life had come out to play. Just as maggots would crawl to find some food, so to would the criminals come out of the dark alleyways and broken down brownstones. They’d do so carefully, sometimes watching the rooftops. Because they knew that’s where the biggest danger would strike. They didn’t necessarily fear or respect the police. There was a disdain they held for authority. But there was a definite fear they had for The City’s resident vigilante.
Chelsea Morgan had come close a few times to blowing her cover. She worked in her law office during the day, collecting a good, honest living for herself. But a sense of justice and a need to protect the average working citizens of the neighbourhood she lived in tugged at her. She had her training from her days in the Red Hand, something she had hoped she’d learn to forget about. It was difficult, even on nights like this.
She walked to a dark room in her apartment, a storage room. No windows and only one door. All the drapes had been closed and the lights turned out. To an outside observer, she had merely gone to bed. That would become evident in it’s illusion as a light in the bedroom turned on, set to a timer to give the appearance of activity while Chelsea took on another name.
In the storage room, Chelsea opened a secure locker and began taking out carefully stored items. A high powered compound bow, complete with mounted lazer sights, a pair of hip quivers, a katana, presently sheathed. She stripped out of her business suit as she prepared to put on another suit of a different flavour. Black with red piping, this was the suit that people talked about in whispers, made even more ominous by the actions of the one who wore it.
Chelsea snapped the hip quivers in place as she felt the body armour against her skin. An odd comforting feeling surrounded her as she slipped on a pair of goggles and a mask. She checked the strap that held the katana’s sheath to her back, making certain she could draw it when necessary. Finally, she gripped the bow, hefting it in her left hand as she gave a satisfied nod.
She looked up to the skylight, the only windows in the room, and those blacked out with paint. It opened onto the rooftop of her apartment, concealed behind the duct work of the building’s ventilation system. Most people would complain about something like that, but not Chelsea. It allowed her to come and go as she pleased, returning to her home from her nightly prowl. Tonight would be no different. Always a hunt.
She jumped up to the sky light with quick, graceful motions, quickly unlocking it as she flipped onto the rooftop. She crouched low as she surveyed the rooftops neighbouring her own, making certain that no one was watching, before closing the skylight. Once secure, she ran off, leaping to an adjacent roof with ease.
Now it was time for the hunt to begin. It was time for Black Bowhuntress to patrol her city.
