March 1, 2011
Charlotte looked at the taped off portion of the street. By now, most of the rubble was gone and reconstruction efforts were underway, though when the school would be rebuilt, she did not know nor was she looking forward to it. Be it a rebuilt Winslow or the old one, she knew it nothing would change. Skinheads, addicts and violent Asians would still be there, preying on others and coercing others to join their gangs.
Well, at least she was able to enjoy her vacation.
"Oh, for—again?!" The brunette looked to her side, finding Greg staring at his phone in irritation. The corners of her lips curled upwards, already knowing what happened. "Come on, it wasn't even anything remotely pervy!"
"Ever heard of open mouth, insert foot?"
The blonde rolled his eyes. "Har har, Char."
"Come on, Greg, you've been scrolling through PHO for days now. Don't you have homework to do?"
"Homework?" he scoffed. "What homework? School's out thanks to Vergil, and the online stuff the teachers are doing isn't really doing much."
"That's still no reason not to continue your education," Charlotte insisted. She could tell it was difficult for the teachers to acclimate to the online teaching method, but she enjoyed it nonetheless, if only because she needed to get her credits and apply for a college somewhere that wasn't infested with super villains. "You want your parents to breathe down your neck?"
His fingers stopped dancing across the keyboard on his phone and shot her a mild glare. "Do you have to use the parent card, Char?" Her triumphant grin was his answer. He sighed and stashed his phone away. "Okay, fine, I'll try and focus on school. Seriously, you're such a mother hen, you know that, right?"
"Well someone has to make sure you don't end up a dunderhead."
"What are you, sixty?"
The two fell into their usual routine of banter and discussing new topics. Everything was like normal, or so Charlotte liked to think. She still found herself occasionally looking over her shoulder, worried that someone was following them. The area around Winslow was generally safe when the gangs weren't in a shooting mood, but she still felt paranoid.
"By the way, what's up with all the Fallen flyers around town recently?" Greg groaned. "Are they trying to make a sales pitch?"
Charlotte shrugged. "Who knows? I will admit, it's a little weird."
"Yeah, but here in Brockton Bay of all places? Do they have some kind of death wish?" Charlotte looked at him oddly. Seeing her confusion, Greg explained. "I mean, think about it. On the one side you've got the Azn Bad Boys, which is led by a guy who tangled with an Endbringer solo and survived, and his second-in-command is a scary-ass motherfucker who can blow you to pieces if he catches you. On the other side, we've got the Empire Eighty-Eight who have a lot more members and half are just as scary as Lung on a good day."
"What about the Merchants?" Greg shot her a look. "Okay, fair point. Still, I kind of get what you're saying."
"Way I see it, them trying to recruit people here, in Brockton Bay? That's like a death sentence." Greg took a quick drink of his soda before tossing the now empty can into the recycling bin next to him. "Speaking of death sentences, have you heard the news about Vergil and Antares?"
The better question was who had not heard the news. The moment the Protectorate announced that the Bloody Cape was dead thanks to the actions of a Ward and a new Independent Cape, almost the entirety of Brockton Bay was rejoicing. Its arrival was the cause of no amount of grief and horror, especially when it attacked the New Wave so many years ago. Its track record of kills was a testament why everyone was told to avoid it at all costs.
Of course, with the Bloody Cape now dead thanks to Antares and Vergil, all eyes were on them. Lung made it no secret he wished to challenge the cape killer, and she was willing to bet his attention now focused on fighting the ones who killed it. On the other hand, there was a good chance that the gangs would try to recruit Vergil since she was not with any gangs or the PRT.
"How long do you think it'll be before Vergil's…?"
Greg shrugged. "I've got no idea, but word on PHO is that the Empire's looking to recruit her. She did save Rune, after all. Some people think she's a Nazi supporter just because of that, but she's still got a lot of approval between killing the Bloody Cape and wrecking Winslow."
"You know, one would think people would be calling her a menace for destroying public property," Charlotte pointed out.
The blonde smirked. "Yeah, except said public property is Winslow. The worst shithole in the Bay." He took out his phone and glanced at the clock. "Shit, I gotta jet. My dad wants me to help him at the store in the afternoon!"
"I'll come with," Charlotte stood up. "I need to pick up some stuff for dinner anyway."
The two left the outdoor café behind them. As they walked, Charlotte's mind drifted to the news about the new cape on the scene. They made their debut half a month ago, and since then they were quickly gaining some traction. Already people were posting images and photographs of the cape in action. Despite the rules against speculating about a cape's civilian identity, she saw more than a few posts discussing who she may have been and how young she could be based on her figure, though there were many who noted her shock-white hair.
The brunette had an inkling as to who Vergil could be based on that alone. After all, how many people in Brockton Bay had white hair? As far as she knew, there was only one person who did have white hair and that was…
Charlotte bit her lower lip, wondering what Taylor would say if she told her she could have stopped it if she had just been brave enough to stand up to those three.
"Hey, Char, you okay?" Greg asked her when he saw the sad expression on her face.
Before she could reassure him, the two yelped and jumped back when a white van slid to a stop right in front of them, blocking their path.
"Hey!" Greg yelled angrily. "The fuck man?!"
The doors slid open, and before Charlotte realized it, numerous hands groped and yanked at her body, pulling her and Greg inside. The last thing she saw was darkness, wicked smiles, and a dreadfully familiar insignia…