#GIRLBEEF

Story 1: NightfallA Story by Dannyptm  A young vigilantes quest for vengeance  9:17 pm: Thunder crashed loudly in through the air at the pier of Sentagon city bay, lightning illuminating the dark night sky. The torrential downpour outside did little to drown out the the blood curdling screams echoing throughout the abandoned warehouses…..well, thought to be abandoned. "She's a luna....!" one man's last words gurgle out of his mouth as blood fills his throat dampening his dark ski mask Gun shots are heard through the warehouse but seemingly to only hit the old wooden crates that fill the old building. A shadowy figure can be seen darting in and out between the giant wooden crates and giant metal trailers, almost moving with darkness itself. Bullets ricochet off of the old, worn, rusted iron beams, sparks giving the only light to the quick movement amongst the flying splinters and debri. Quickly each armed man struck down without warning or mercy. The sound of the bullets had deafening silent. Just bullet casings among the bodies scattered across the warehouse floor. It was so quiet you could hear a whisper...one whisper in fact. "Who's funding you?”Her voice growled angrily "Please.....Please it's my first night!” The man gurgled out frightened. His feet dangling in the air. "Very poor career choice.” She states as she tightens her grip around the man's throat, lifting him higher into the air. "Hh....he'll kill me...kill me….he'll kill my family." the man begs. He struggles to free himself but he can barely manage to breath, his vision starting to fade to black, slowly losing consciousness. " Unfortunately, you have the mistaken impression that I won't.” she replied "I HATE repeating myself.” "....Lisbon....Michael Lisbon....." his last words as she crushes his windpipe and drops him to the floor. "The Lisbon corporation ...why is a car company selling illegal weapons." She thought to herself Gang crime had been at an all time high in the once saintly Sentagon city. Every gang in the city had recently been giving all access passes to military grade weapons and the highest grade drugs to push. Murders and overdoses had tripled in recent months, especially of teenagers.She had shut down over a dozen stash house throughout the city, but she knew this was a temporary solution. The only way to shut the operation permanently was to find the source. Weeks and weeks of stakeouts had finally lead her to the warehouse. It was her biggest bust she had and her best chance for intel she needed....and as usual she was right. She rode off into the dark cloudy night she hit the remote detonator button on her motorcycle. A fire or an explosion was usually the best way to get rid of the weapons and the bodies, burn it to the ground eliminate all the evidence. But to her surprise nothing happened. She presses the button once more but again no response. " oh well" she thought. She'll double back later before sun rises. But first she had to pay someone a visit. 12:37 am: The Lisbon corporation high rise stands out against the horizon of Sentagon city .Blake Lisbon had been burning the midnight oil as the old heads say, when suddenly the lights will go out. " Must be the storm." he said quietly to himself. "No....no storm.” A voice says suddenly in front of him. There she was. For the first time he had seen her. He thought his men had been making her up, that she was a myth. Selling the weapons for their own profit and using the same cover stories. Or maybe some of the guy had gotten into some of the drug supply and just lost their minds, hallucinated her. But there she was, not some giant Amazon of a woman, not some monster. She looked like nothing more than a young woman, not even 20 years old. However you can hardly tell beneath her black hoodie, black leggings, black gloves and black boots all caked in blood and mud. A black scarf,only revealing her eyes, but those eyes....those young eyes burned with rage. Such intense focus, she was practically staring a hole into Blake. She was definitely real. B