Chapter 3

"May death do us part."

"Indeed", Wiley Victor agreed.

Wiley was in his late twenties. He had been fed up with the Vigilante. He wanted to kill him. He was lucky because he was an inventor. He invented a machine that could give him powers. But while testing it, it exploded. It turned him into a mutant. A guy who could create dark matter.

Wiley was talking to himself as he worked on his suit.

"What if he kills me?"

His suit had a built in computer system. He also had a defense system added in. When the suit was on him, his strength increased by forty percent. Along with that, he could create dark matter with his hands.

"VIGILANTE!! MEET VENGEANCE!!", he yelled as he flew out of his house.

"Margaret!", I said.

"What?", she replied.

"Training starts now."

Margaret slowly sat up.

"Whats the first thing?"

I threw some water on her. She jumped up.

"Always keep your guard up", I explained.

"HEY!!", she exclaimed.

I left the apartment. I walked to the gym. She followed me. Once inside the gym, I began doing warmups. We stretched and started with pushups. I then moved to the weights.

"You are going to start out with twenty five pounds", I said.

"Please. I can lift one hundred and ten", she boasted.

She grabbed the weights and began lifting. We were at the gym for an hour. As we were walking out, she began attacking me with questions.

"Do I get a cool outfit?", she asked.

"You can make your own. I made mine", I said.

We walked back to my apartment. I grabbed my normal clothes and went in the shower. The hot water felt fresh on my skin. The knife wound was starting to heal. I turned off the shower. I dried off and got dressed. I brushed my teeth and left the bathroom. Margaret was wearing my clothes.

"I didn't have anything to wear. Can we go to my place. There's more room", she asked.

"Sure", I replied.

We got in my car and drove towards her house.

"So, how long have you been the Vigilante?", Margaret questioned.

"About six months. I have been protecting everyone."

"Why did you start doing it? What triggered you?"

"The death of Robert."

We were both silent for the rest of the ride. I pulled up to her house. She got out.

"Can you come in with me?", she asked.

I nodded. Her boyfriend was gone. That left me at ease. Inside her house was huge. Everything was fancy. She lead me to her bedroom.

"You sure have some nice items", I commented.

"Yes. Yes I do", she responded.

She removed her shirt, revealing a training bra.

I made my way out of her room.

"Why are you embarrassed to see me change?", she asked.

"You are my sidekick and my boss. That would be very awkward. You also have a boyfriend", I mentioned.

"Not anymore", she said.

My eyes widened. She went into her bathroom and locked the door. The shower was turned on. I began searching her room. I looked under her bed. There was nothing. I looked in her closet. Just clothes and shoes. I made my way down the hall. There were doors on each side of the hall. I opened one door. It was a game room. I closed it. I then opened the next room. Inside of the room was empty. I walked to the middle of the room. I walked around the room. The floor boards sounded loose. I got on my knees and felt the floor. The boards were removable. I quickly removed them. It revealed a bow and arrow. Along with a white suit. I gasped.

"Now you know", she said.

My heart stopped for a quick second. She had her towel wrapped around her.

"What is this?", I asked.

"My mom used to be friends with Someone from a hero group called H.A.N.D. They fought Paranormal beings. This was her outfit she used in her last fight. It was a fight to the end. A kid name Michael managed to destroy a being known as Possessor. Possessor had complete control over an army of demons. My mom's name was Carson. Carson had the power of beauty. But she learned that she needed another form of power. So she became the White Archer. At the time, she was twenty nine. I was just five. Each night she would teach me how to fight. She even taught me to shoot an arrow. I am an elite marksman. When i heard that she had died, I broke into tears. My dad comforted me. He told me that mom would be watching over us. I keep this her so I can remember her."

"I am sorry. I had no idea", I said apologetic.

She left to put some clothes on. I looked at my phone. It was eleven thirty. I took the suit out, along with the bow and arrows. I walked in her room.

"You can always avenge her", I suggested.

"Come here", she said.

I walked up to her. She grabbed my face and began kissing. It felt so awkward. I felt my face turning red. She threw her body on me. Her lips were soft. She was making out with me. Before things progressed, my phone rung. I stopped and looked at it. It was from work.

"Work is calling", I said.

"Answer it", Margaret replied.

I left the room.

"Hello?"

"Will I need you to come in tonight. We have a delivery for two large pepperoni pizzas.", said Frank, the General Manager.

"Okay. I'll be there at five", I said as I hung up.

"What did they want?", Margaret asked.

"I am needed at five."

Things were kind of awkward at the current moment. I look at her suit.

"You'd look great in it. You'll look intimidating."

"I'll think about it", she said with a wink.

"So this is awkward. I just made out with my shift supervisor."

"Don't worry about it. Just show up to work. And no excuses."

We both laughed. As I walked out the room, the laughing stopped. I turned around.

"Margaret you are a special person. You will make a great sidekick. You should wear it. Its a symbol of heroism. Just know that. Call me if you need me", I said as I left the house.

My day was just beginning.