“Once upon a time, there was a little girl. The Little Girl lived in a Big City, in a neighborhood called Brooklyn, in a tiny apartment, with Mother and Father.”
Or, how Aislin Rose, a young woman with a gift, met a vigilante at the begnning of his career. They were loners, they wouldn’t be anymore.
Dancing with the Devil : Prologue.
She was running out of time and out of options here. The four guys were armed, well for three of them, it was sure, the last one had his ass in a chair and was eating a burger. Anyway, the odds were against her. In other circumstances, she’d tried to talk to the guys, playing dumb, diverting their attention while she found a way to neutralize them. Or she’d tried to punch her way. But tonight… it was a night off. She was tired. She had been looking for Heather for two days now, racing against the clock once she’d understood that she was one of the victim of a flourishing new market in this shit hole called Hell’s Kitchen (And, really? Couldn’t have come with a name more ominous? Was the Mouth of Hell or the Purgatory already taken? Guys, the nearest place was called the Village… The Village! See? Anyway…): human trafficking (applause in the background please).