Meeting Another Vigilante

One of the most lucrative business on Earth was human trafficking. Humans were a hot piece of merchandise especially when you are really rich and care little of money. Thousands of girls and boys all over the world were kidnapped and sold to others with the touch of the 'sold' button on their phone or computer screens.

"The Dark Web, so many criminals and yet not many to catch them," Cynthia thought as she went through the various forms. She had decided to visit the Dark Web and see if she could catch a big whale but what she saw shocked her to the core! Human beings were been displayed and sold like cattle! Someone was trying to sell a nuclear warhead for just one billion dollars! Another was selling social security numbers like they were nothing! In short, the Dark Web was where human depravity was at its most.

"Is that a bounty on my head?" She was looking at a picture of her in the Helmet Killer costume and apparently her head was only worth four million! "The utter gall of this person!" Before she could continue, the laptop she was using suddenly let out a warning that a malware was detected and she closed it before breaking it in half. She had no idea who it was and she did not care to find out.

"Dock 7 is going to be quiet noisy tonight," Cynthia said as she got off her chair and walked to where her now ready costume was.

It had taken a while to get the materials but she was now glad her patience paid off. What she was looking at was a leather jacket added with kevlar to make it bulletproof and electric resistant to the best of her abilities. The cargo pants she modified were now black and had more hidden pockets to hide her hidden weapons while also having a tanto sheath on her waist. It went across her waist been held up by the belt. It was difficult to modify the combat boots she had stolen but she completed in modifying her and now she was ready.

"Looking sharp," she commented when she looked at herself in the mirror. Then, she armed herself with shurikens she carved out of metal sheets, bo-shurikens, smoke pellets, a pistol on her leg, quiver filled with arrows and a bow. "Alright, let's kill some scum."

She went to the bike that came with the hideout, a Suzuki GSX-R sports bike that she modified the hell out of it. She got on, revved the engine and slowly drove out and into the abandoned subway tracks. The wall behind her closed, becoming inconspicuous while she rode out of the tracks and into the freeway.

Ever since Helmet Killer started her debut, few criminals in Los Angeles have felt safe. This was even more when she killed the Cartel god father and Deadshot. So, the 7-H gang was actually doing their best not to shit themselves while they were waiting for the cargo ship with their containers of interest to arrive. Helmet Killer was known to arrive a softly as a wind but stroke as hard as a hurricane.

"They're here!" the second in command said making everyone become alert. From the sea, they could see a huge ship slowly making its way into port. They waited impatiently till it arrived and anchored before they went up the gangway where the captain of the ship was waiting.

"We have goods from India. Two containers filled with teenage girls," the captain explained in a hurried fashion. It was foolish to keep his clients waiting, especially in Los Angeles. His heart was already threatening to tear out of his chest at the thought of what he was doing and whose city this is. He led them to the two containers and opened the lock where two gang members opened it to show malnutritioned teenage girls cowering together.

"A little food in their meat and they will bounce right back!" the leader said with a smile.

"A few steel in your flesh and you will die nicely!" everyone heard an eery female voice say before two arrows whizzed in the air, sinking into two of the gang's eye sockets. They fell to the floor with look of horror on their faces.

"Mierde! She's here!" someone shouted as everyone quickly armed themselves.

Smoke pellets hit the floor around them, making smoke surround them all. They all hurdled together, trying to spot her. But, Cynthia was moving like a wraith. Her feet were not even making any sound as she ran around them then threw two senbons at two of them, killing them instantly.

The armed men turned to the direction they came from and fired but all they got was bullets hitting metal. Suddenly, Cynthia appeared to the side, cutting off two heads with one swing of her tanto. Everyone flinched in horror at the two headless bodies spurting blood like fountains before they fell.

"Fuck this!" one of them shouted and wanted to run away when an arrow tore through his left eye socket and into his brain. Suddenly, more arrows were shot, killing everyone but the gang leader with a headshot. The smoke cleared and he felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach when he saw all the dead men around him. Looking up, he saw the culprit looking at her with a bow in her hand.

"Begging won't do you much," she said cockily. The man took a deep breath in and threw his gun away. He understood even at close quarters he will not get a chance to kill her but he would not go down without a fight. A gunshot was heard making her roll to the left as she turned around, arrow already nocked and aimed right in the middle of an armed masked man.

"Finally! You don't know how long I have been tracking the shit stain," the man spoke with joy, holstering his sidearm. He turned to her. "You must be Helmet Killer, fantastic name by the way."

"Yeah, who are you?" she asked, not even relaxing for a little bit. The man had gotten behind her in a lapse of judgement in her part but it also meant he was very adept in stealth.

"Wow, can't believe you don't know me," the man said a little hurt. "But, I can understand, your debut was not long ago. I am Vigilante."

"Vigilante?" she asked.

"I was looking for a cool name but I took so long and they dubbed me Vigilante and it stuck," he said a little sad. "But enough of me. You, on the other hand, is all everyone is talking about. I thought Batman was dark, Jesus! The trail of bodies you left behind made my pal Peacemaker nut it."

'Great, he's a nut job,' Cynthia added it up, lowering her bow.

"You came all the way here just to kill him?"

"Believe it or not, I have been tracking him since New York," Vigilante said as he looked around before turning to look at her. "Say, are you busy tomorrow night?"

"Why?"

"Me and Peacemaker were about to hit an underground human auction house. You handle yourself well and it would be an honor to have someone like you watching our backs," he said a little nervously, like a girl asking her crush to prom.

"I'll...think about it," Cynthia said before throwing a card on his feet and disappearing in the night. Vigilante was left looking at where she had disappeared off to before letting out a whelp of joy.

"I found her! Finally!" he said in overwhelming joy before he put his hands on his hips and started spinning it. "¶I'm doing my butt dance, my butt dance. My butt dance because I'm happy.¶" He sang for a little while before taking his phone and dailing a number.

"Peacemaker, I talked to her and yeah...She's so awesome!" he said giddily.