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FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Ragged gasps and pounding heartbeats echoed through the nighttime streets. Adrenaline surged through the fifteen-year-old boy's veins, fueled by ice-cold terror. Only minutes ago, his life was normal. His worries, mundane. Only minutes ago, it all changed. Only minutes ago, he watched as a monster gutted his parents.
He couldn't even describe it. It was all tentacles and pustules, boils, and rampaging mounds of flesh. It came out of nowhere, breaking through their apartment window and decimating everything in sight. Other families and other screamed echoed at its arrival. His mother was caught in its snakelike appendage first, crushed instantly. He and his father ran into the hallway, only for the latter to be caught.
Now the young teen was prey to a predator he could not begin to understand. Never had he experienced such terror. What hell had he stepped into? What hope did he have?
In retrospect, he should never have stumbled into the alleyway -- there was nothing at the other end but a high wooden fence. He turned and faced the oncoming doom.
"Oh God," he moaned, falling flat on his rump and crab-walking on his hands and feet in a vain attempt to escape. "Someone...someone help me!"
At his beleaguered cry, the rapport of gunfire and the eruption of a small explosion answered.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the monster shredded to pieces from both bullets and grenades, reduced to nothing more than quivering pieces of flesh.
Beyond that garish scene was his savior: a statuesque woman in a black coat. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair cascading around a heart-shaped face. She didn't seem young, but neither did she appear old. Something about her smooth skin and high cheekbones made her seem ageless. A smoking assault rifle was in her hands.
"You're lucky to have survived," she told him. "Everyone else in the neighborhood didn't."
He said nothing, only stared and marveled that he was yet alive. But there was a question, a need burning within his fear-filled eyes. And she noticed.
"You want more than to survive, don't you, young man?" She knelt before him. "You want to know what happened tonight. And you want to do something about it. I can see it in your eyes."
The teen wiped the tears growing in his eyes as the look in them hardened from fear into cold steel. "Yes," he said simply.
The woman smiled. It was not kind. Rather, it was pleased. Expectant.
"Good." She stood. "There are monsters in this world, boy. I hunt them for a living. Not all of them are inhuman, unfortunately. Some are very much human. And I hunt them, too. Do you want to make all of this worthwhile?"
"Yes."
Again, that pleased smile. "Then come with me. My name is Karin. I fight the monsters of this world. I hunt, I fight, I kill. My prey are the predators who consume the weak and the helpless. When things go bump in the night, I bump back....And I've been looking for someone with eyes like yours...."
She paused.
"What is your name, boy?"
"Sam. Sam Ebayan."
"If you come with me, Sam, you will leave your old life behind. All I can offer is a path of violence and hardship. At the end of the path, should you survive it, is the vengeance you seek."
Sam stood up, his eyes resolute.
"What are we waiting for?"
---
J CITY
THE HEROES' ASSOCIATION
TWO MONTHS AGO
This wasn't something he was expecting.
Sam Ebayan had almost nothing to do with the Heroes' Association. While it was a governing body for the various superpowered individuals that protected the cities on a daily basis, it had no bearing on him personally. His battles were not confined by city limits or national borders. He took a contract, ran down his target, and killed them. Not exactly the kind of thing the conventional "hero" dabbled in.
However, all that changed when he received a text message from his mentor, Karin.
Help me.
Calling her brought up a dead tone. Searching her apartment revealed that she had been out for over two weeks. Checking in with her usual contacts and business associates confirmed the same. That wasn't worrisome by itself -- Karin, like Sam, often went on missions that required complete radio silence over the course of days or weeks.
What was concerning was that she wasn't on a mission.
Her last contract was over a month ago and none of her business associates recruited her for an assignment since. For all intents and purposes, the woman he looked up to as a mother had simple vanished.
The only lead Sam had found in the last week of searching was that her last assignment -- the details fully sealed and encrypted -- was from Amai Mask, the Rank 1, Class A hero and the public face of the Heroes' Association.
Contacting Amai Mask was next to impossible. The man had enough money, power, and influence to have an array of bureaucratic red tape to screen emails, texts, phone calls, and other conventional means of direct communication. Even an appointment was going to put him on a six-month waiting list.
Sam had only one conceivable way to meet Amai Mask and interrogate him about the whereabouts of his mentor: join the Association.
He looked up at the great glass doors of the Association's recruitment office and stepped through....
---
J CITY
THE HEROES' ASSOCIATION, J-CITY BRANCH OFFICE
PRESENT DAY
"Your service record thus far has been exemplary," the young woman said from across her desk. The spartan room served its purpose as a hollow shell from which the Heroes' Association's ancillary staff could review, reward, and reassign its heroes. Now, it was Sam's turn. The woman in the smartly-cut suit continued as she flipped through his files on her tablet, "With all the successful missions and heroic acts you've underdone in the last two months, I'm happy to award you with your next rank up. Congratulations, you'll be entering B-rank, Mr. Ebayan." She quickly corrected, "I mean, Skullman."
Sam Ebayan sat across from her in his most professional attire, a black suit, gray button-down, and a black unmarked tie. He looked older than his thirty years, with premature wrinkles around his eyes and mouth and gray winging the temples of his close-cropped jet-colored hair. He made sure to keep completely dressed, even wearing a pair of leather gloves, all to hide the various scars and injuries he'd accumulated in his years of mercenary work prior to joining the Association.
"I'd prefer not to use my codename," he stated. "I've...never been much fond of it." The moniker was assigned to him by the Association, but he suspected someone in the ranks did a thorough background check on him. It was, after all, the same nickname he'd been given as a mercenary.
He leaned forward intently. "Though I am glad for the rank up, I must inquire: What of my request? I've made it twice, now...."
The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ebayan, but Amai Mask is a very busy man."
He grit his teeth in frustration. His one solid lead, still so elusive. He'd kept looking for others, but Amai Mask was the only one that had the potential to pan out.
"I heard a rumor that there was going to be an investigation," Sam went on, banking on a hunch, "about the Seafolk returning to J City. No evidence yet, but the populace believes that the Association is doing nothing."
The woman guardedly admitted, "There is an assignment like that in the works..."
"I want in on it," he demanded with just the barest of edge. A more high profile mission would put him on Amai Mask's radar. Maybe it would be enough to allow for an audience.... At the woman's hesitation, the mercenary pressed, "You are holding my service record. I am more than qualified."
A pause. Then, "Very well. I will recommend you for the J-City Seafolk investigation." She turned her tablet toward him. On it was a dossier and a picture. "This is Christopher Reidinger. He works at a pharmaceutical company here in J-City."
"What does a lab geek have to do with the Seafolk?"
"An attack occurred near the company a few days ago. No fatalities, but a lot of property damage. Eyewitness reports suggest this man was one of the few at the scene."
"So he might have some idea of where the Seafolk inserted and extracted," Sam reasoned.
The woman blinked. "I'm sorry?"
In laymen's terms, he clarified, "Entry and retreat."
"Oh. So, when can you begin?"
Sam stood up. "As soon as I walk out the door."
---
"Right this way, sir."
One of the pharmaceutical company's technicians proved helpful enough to guide Sam to Reidinger's lab. As they walked the sterile-appearing halls, Sam took in the sights through the various laboratories' windows. Rooms full of lab-coated men and women working diligently at their craft. Beakers, distillers, and chemicals were all at hand. Some of the labs had delicate robotics performing some of the procedures to manufacture the company's laundry list of medications and mixtures.
"Here we are," the tech said, stopping at one lab.
"Thank you," Sam replied.
"Hey, anything for the Heroes' Association. You guys are great!"
"I'm sure they are," Sam murmured under his breath as the tech went about his business. Sam opened the door and let himself in.
"Christopher Reidinger?" he called out into the empty-appearing lab, "My name is Sam Ebayan, Heroes' Association. I have a few questions for you...."
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Ragged gasps and pounding heartbeats echoed through the nighttime streets. Adrenaline surged through the fifteen-year-old boy's veins, fueled by ice-cold terror. Only minutes ago, his life was normal. His worries, mundane. Only minutes ago, it all changed. Only minutes ago, he watched as a monster gutted his parents.
He couldn't even describe it. It was all tentacles and pustules, boils, and rampaging mounds of flesh. It came out of nowhere, breaking through their apartment window and decimating everything in sight. Other families and other screamed echoed at its arrival. His mother was caught in its snakelike appendage first, crushed instantly. He and his father ran into the hallway, only for the latter to be caught.
Now the young teen was prey to a predator he could not begin to understand. Never had he experienced such terror. What hell had he stepped into? What hope did he have?
In retrospect, he should never have stumbled into the alleyway -- there was nothing at the other end but a high wooden fence. He turned and faced the oncoming doom.
"Oh God," he moaned, falling flat on his rump and crab-walking on his hands and feet in a vain attempt to escape. "Someone...someone help me!"
At his beleaguered cry, the rapport of gunfire and the eruption of a small explosion answered.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the monster shredded to pieces from both bullets and grenades, reduced to nothing more than quivering pieces of flesh.
Beyond that garish scene was his savior: a statuesque woman in a black coat. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair cascading around a heart-shaped face. She didn't seem young, but neither did she appear old. Something about her smooth skin and high cheekbones made her seem ageless. A smoking assault rifle was in her hands.
"You're lucky to have survived," she told him. "Everyone else in the neighborhood didn't."
He said nothing, only stared and marveled that he was yet alive. But there was a question, a need burning within his fear-filled eyes. And she noticed.
"You want more than to survive, don't you, young man?" She knelt before him. "You want to know what happened tonight. And you want to do something about it. I can see it in your eyes."
The teen wiped the tears growing in his eyes as the look in them hardened from fear into cold steel. "Yes," he said simply.
The woman smiled. It was not kind. Rather, it was pleased. Expectant.
"Good." She stood. "There are monsters in this world, boy. I hunt them for a living. Not all of them are inhuman, unfortunately. Some are very much human. And I hunt them, too. Do you want to make all of this worthwhile?"
"Yes."
Again, that pleased smile. "Then come with me. My name is Karin. I fight the monsters of this world. I hunt, I fight, I kill. My prey are the predators who consume the weak and the helpless. When things go bump in the night, I bump back....And I've been looking for someone with eyes like yours...."
She paused.
"What is your name, boy?"
"Sam. Sam Ebayan."
"If you come with me, Sam, you will leave your old life behind. All I can offer is a path of violence and hardship. At the end of the path, should you survive it, is the vengeance you seek."
Sam stood up, his eyes resolute.
"What are we waiting for?"
---
J CITY
THE HEROES' ASSOCIATION
TWO MONTHS AGO
This wasn't something he was expecting.
Sam Ebayan had almost nothing to do with the Heroes' Association. While it was a governing body for the various superpowered individuals that protected the cities on a daily basis, it had no bearing on him personally. His battles were not confined by city limits or national borders. He took a contract, ran down his target, and killed them. Not exactly the kind of thing the conventional "hero" dabbled in.
However, all that changed when he received a text message from his mentor, Karin.
Help me.
Calling her brought up a dead tone. Searching her apartment revealed that she had been out for over two weeks. Checking in with her usual contacts and business associates confirmed the same. That wasn't worrisome by itself -- Karin, like Sam, often went on missions that required complete radio silence over the course of days or weeks.
What was concerning was that she wasn't on a mission.
Her last contract was over a month ago and none of her business associates recruited her for an assignment since. For all intents and purposes, the woman he looked up to as a mother had simple vanished.
The only lead Sam had found in the last week of searching was that her last assignment -- the details fully sealed and encrypted -- was from Amai Mask, the Rank 1, Class A hero and the public face of the Heroes' Association.
Contacting Amai Mask was next to impossible. The man had enough money, power, and influence to have an array of bureaucratic red tape to screen emails, texts, phone calls, and other conventional means of direct communication. Even an appointment was going to put him on a six-month waiting list.
Sam had only one conceivable way to meet Amai Mask and interrogate him about the whereabouts of his mentor: join the Association.
He looked up at the great glass doors of the Association's recruitment office and stepped through....
---
J CITY
THE HEROES' ASSOCIATION, J-CITY BRANCH OFFICE
PRESENT DAY
"Your service record thus far has been exemplary," the young woman said from across her desk. The spartan room served its purpose as a hollow shell from which the Heroes' Association's ancillary staff could review, reward, and reassign its heroes. Now, it was Sam's turn. The woman in the smartly-cut suit continued as she flipped through his files on her tablet, "With all the successful missions and heroic acts you've underdone in the last two months, I'm happy to award you with your next rank up. Congratulations, you'll be entering B-rank, Mr. Ebayan." She quickly corrected, "I mean, Skullman."
Sam Ebayan sat across from her in his most professional attire, a black suit, gray button-down, and a black unmarked tie. He looked older than his thirty years, with premature wrinkles around his eyes and mouth and gray winging the temples of his close-cropped jet-colored hair. He made sure to keep completely dressed, even wearing a pair of leather gloves, all to hide the various scars and injuries he'd accumulated in his years of mercenary work prior to joining the Association.
"I'd prefer not to use my codename," he stated. "I've...never been much fond of it." The moniker was assigned to him by the Association, but he suspected someone in the ranks did a thorough background check on him. It was, after all, the same nickname he'd been given as a mercenary.
He leaned forward intently. "Though I am glad for the rank up, I must inquire: What of my request? I've made it twice, now...."
The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ebayan, but Amai Mask is a very busy man."
He grit his teeth in frustration. His one solid lead, still so elusive. He'd kept looking for others, but Amai Mask was the only one that had the potential to pan out.
"I heard a rumor that there was going to be an investigation," Sam went on, banking on a hunch, "about the Seafolk returning to J City. No evidence yet, but the populace believes that the Association is doing nothing."
The woman guardedly admitted, "There is an assignment like that in the works..."
"I want in on it," he demanded with just the barest of edge. A more high profile mission would put him on Amai Mask's radar. Maybe it would be enough to allow for an audience.... At the woman's hesitation, the mercenary pressed, "You are holding my service record. I am more than qualified."
A pause. Then, "Very well. I will recommend you for the J-City Seafolk investigation." She turned her tablet toward him. On it was a dossier and a picture. "This is Christopher Reidinger. He works at a pharmaceutical company here in J-City."
"What does a lab geek have to do with the Seafolk?"
"An attack occurred near the company a few days ago. No fatalities, but a lot of property damage. Eyewitness reports suggest this man was one of the few at the scene."
"So he might have some idea of where the Seafolk inserted and extracted," Sam reasoned.
The woman blinked. "I'm sorry?"
In laymen's terms, he clarified, "Entry and retreat."
"Oh. So, when can you begin?"
Sam stood up. "As soon as I walk out the door."
---
"Right this way, sir."
One of the pharmaceutical company's technicians proved helpful enough to guide Sam to Reidinger's lab. As they walked the sterile-appearing halls, Sam took in the sights through the various laboratories' windows. Rooms full of lab-coated men and women working diligently at their craft. Beakers, distillers, and chemicals were all at hand. Some of the labs had delicate robotics performing some of the procedures to manufacture the company's laundry list of medications and mixtures.
"Here we are," the tech said, stopping at one lab.
"Thank you," Sam replied.
"Hey, anything for the Heroes' Association. You guys are great!"
"I'm sure they are," Sam murmured under his breath as the tech went about his business. Sam opened the door and let himself in.
"Christopher Reidinger?" he called out into the empty-appearing lab, "My name is Sam Ebayan, Heroes' Association. I have a few questions for you...."
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