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Bad No More?

Was I really hiding a known criminal? This question screamed in my mind as I reached the hallway just as Phil entered my home.

His quick visits were not uncommon, whilst we weren't quite friends we did have an unspoken agreement that if either should need anything, we both have a key to the others place.

Phil was a large man, paunchy, with a head of black curly hair.

"Jake."
"Phil."
"Why didn't you call me, Jake?"
"what do you mean?"

Phil passed me briskly, entering the living room, I followed.

"I'm talking about that." Said Phil, gesturing to the huge crater in my back yard.

"Oh, well, I think it was a meteorite, I was going to call the police about it--"

"Do you have company, Jake?"

Phil gestured to the pillow on the couch.

Was the game up already?

"Well. I. Er. Well...."

Strange Relationships (18+)

Gentlemanly bump

Once Bitten

DD,

My heart swoons. I'm in love. She might be the fabled one.

First Daisy and I enjoyed a meal together in The Golden Badger. The conversation came thick and fast and before I knew it we were heading back to her place.

We had to be quiet in her room. Her roommate had company of her own. I'll be a gentlemen and just say that whilst sex wasn't in the cards tonight, I didn't leave Daisy's disappointed. Who knew such an innocent girl could be into 'that'.

I hope she gets the money to start her own florist soon, I even offered to paint a sign for the store.

We kissed and I returned home. No crows in sight.

There was a weird smell. Something sweet and enticing, unlike anything I've ever smelt before. Maybe its a side effect of love? Maybe I've been around paint too much today.

Just received a text from Daisy saying goodnight.

Wife material?

S. BARRY ROADS.

Once Bitten

DD,

Another terror waits beyond the safety of this bed and breakfast. I locked, checked, and double-checked all entrances and windows.

Outside I thought I could hear a faint rustling. It was crows. Dozens of them perched silent in the darkness, just their eyes catching the light from the foyer.

Rats. Insects. Crows.

I've made up my mind. I'll leave Ferryway in three days before James asks me to leave. Something unnatural is afoot.

S. BARRY ROADS

DD,

The crows have gone save for a nonchalant handful. It feels as if they're keeping an eye on me.

Given the light of day my reason has returned. I'll wait for James, its too soon to return to the city just yet.

Daisy helped talked sense into me. She works in the flower shop in the square. She's cute. She saw me fretting drinking a coffee and sketching the crows from memory.

She liked the sketch so I signed and gave it to her.

She insisted on paying but I talked her into a date tomorrow night instead.

The sun is setting. The horrible feeling creeps back.

Should I have told Daisy about the crows?

S. BARRY ROADS

Bad No More?

I take your costume and hold it up, the fabric at once silky soft, but with a surprising resilience to being stretched. As I admire the costume there is a sudden clacking sound from the front door down the hall.

"Fuck. My neighbor!" I say, looking to the super-villain.

"He's a private detective and he hates the Night Legion. You gotta hide!"

Its evident however that, whilst superficially healed, internally there is still a great deal of damage.

We have a matter of moments before the private detective enters! How am I going to explain a naked super-villain draped in bed sheets on my couch?!

Strange Relationships (18+)

Bemp

Bad No More?

"I know who you are. I think it best you leave as soon as you're able." I say.

I stand and disappear for a moment. Since Elena passed out I moved her from the kitchen into the living room.

I return with a tray of soft foods. I set these beside you with a large jug of water and a cup.

"I would appreciate not being killed, if that's what you've got planned for me. I promise I wont tell anyone about this."

It hits me the potential this meeting offers for me as a journalist, but I ignore the temptation for now.

Off to the other side of the room is her costume, which I removed whilst she was unconscious; somehow it was the only thing not to have caught fire and torn to shreds.

Bad No More?

My name is Jake Bookman and I'm a journalist, and yesterday I became a hero.

Not the caped variety. There's plenty of those already. They've been around since the 40s.

My chance to become a hero was a stroke of luck. At first I thought a meteor had crashed in my backyard. I hurried out to find a large glowing red crater, with thick black smoke and white steam vapors snaking into the open night air.

I drew closer, and it was then I saw an unconscious person, so badly hurt I couldn't even make out a face. I hesitated for a moment, but then reached in, grabbing the dying person, bringing them into the house.

In the kitchen I did what I could. I'm no doctor. I just cleaned up the wounds and made the person as comfortable as I could.

It was then I saw the badge with the words "Night Legion" on it. I gasped. The Night Legion were the fiercest and most hated villain force I knew...and this person was one of them.

I knew the right thing to do was call an ambulance, they would soon tell the Day Brigade capes the villain was here...but I just didn't.

I sat nursing the body for hours...it was slowly healing itself at an alarming rate.

Once Bitten

Dear Diary,

Old Lady Marge croaked. It was a shock to say the least. Her nephew James lives in a cottage outside of Ferryway.
After I found Old Marge limp and pale in her chair he was the first person I called after an ambulance.

He said I could stay for the remainder of the week, but then we would have to talk about money arrangements beyond that.

Such a shame.

S. BARRY ROADS

Dear Diary,

Its midnight. Earlier I received a strange call from James...he said the hospital Doctor found Old Marge's body severely lacking in blood. There were no wounds on her body to explain why. They did find a strange saliva-like residue... should I tell them the kitchen window was left open?

I'll go downstairs and make sure everything is locked tight.

S. BARRY RO

Once Bitten

The market was like a window into hell. Bugs were everywhere in such vengeful swarms I could scarce make out the lights in front of me. Like the others lost amid the chaos I made my way across the market to my room (the small bed and breakfast I liked so much on arrival, but now find cramped and depressing).

There were few bugs on my return home. Old Lady Marge lay asleep in her armchair.

I thought to wake her, but with the rats and the insects I decided I'd had my share of the night and returned to my room.

I couldn't sleep. It 5am now and the sun is just coming up. I need to sleep now, I'll look for my missing sketches later in the day. Or maybe I wont bother... maybe a return to the city is needed... I'll sleep on it.

S. BARRY ROADS.