27 September 2012
Darren walked into the cafe. 10 years of training. Wow. See, remember that letter our friend Darren's principal had given him, was a one way ticket to a training place in the west of well, they wouldn't tell him. He underwent training such as sword fighting, flexibility and accuracy and finally, how to throw a dagger and never miss. Never. Life wasn't good, so he decided to become Black Panther, a villain. Well not exactly. See, Night City was a criminal town. People stole money from the innocent, he stole it back. Simple said as done. Oh, and of course, he took a little. Only a little. He was a creature of the night. No one saw him, I mean, come on...he wore only black. Anyway, so he walked into the coffee shop which was surprisingly packed. "One coffee, no milk and hold the sugar." Darren said to the man behind the conter. He sat down at a table beside the window. He was staring at this sign that said, 'try our Wi-Fi, it's free!!!!'. So there he was, waiting for his coffee, when he gets a text message from an unfairmilliar number. He nearly dropped the phone when he read the text out under his breath.... "Someone in this very coffee shop is here to kill you." See, since Darren was a crook, he had many eminies. It was only natural he would have an assassin after him, but he wouldn't have someone text him about it. So he looked around. Any shadowy figures? Nope. Any weapons? Nope. Then what was this? A trick? Another text came from the same number, "Oh, and just so you know, this isn't a prank, it's serious, I know you ordered a coffee with no milk, and you said to hold the sugar." Freaky. He looked around. A young girl, around 9 or 10 entered with Dark hair and a beanie. She had a phone in her hand and looked up at him. They stared at each other for a minute, then Darren had thought that was his killer.
Wait? An innocent girl that can't be real. Then the waitress came to him with his coffee, but to his surprise, the young girl pointed her phone at the coffee mug and shot a disc at it. A purple transparent disc that cut right through the china mug and split it in half. Amazing was the first thing that came into his head. "Get up SIR!!!!" Calls the girl with the dark hair. "NO! He was supposed to drink the damn coffee!!!" Cries the waitress. Darren joins the girl, drawing a skinny but useful sword he has hiding down the back of his jumper, in a strap. Always be prepared, his late master always used to say. "Sir, I sent the text and that, my good man, is your assassin." Says the girl.
Black Panther 1 • Opuss № I