Targets Are Acquired
Cindy
New York City
May 4th, 2012
Cindy Allen was always smart with money; she knew how to make it work. In fact, it was to the point that she could almost be considered psychic. That attracted a lot of important clients, and she made them a lot of money. Due to this, she became very wealthy.
She served clients with very long histories; histories that others didn’t dare mention. They had very deep political ties that served as extra protection. These were the type of people that the FBI couldn’t touch. These were the type of people that made the Italian Mafia nervous. These were Cindy's best clients, and she did not disappoint, and she wouldn’t, because, after all, she wanted to live.
It was a nice day in May. Cindy was in her office, making amazing trades as usual. "We’re under attack!" she suddenly heard someone yell out at the same time that a string of explosions went off. She turned and peered out of the window, seeing blue beams hitting cars and buses. Then, she saw the Avengers--well, glimpses of them. Cindy reacted in the same way which she noted everybody else was; hiding, praying, and hoping the superheroes and military would protect them.
From her place under her desk, she saw a giant green thing and a man with blonde hair fighting on top of a monster, attacking aliens. That wasn’t something she saw every day, not that she understand exactly what was happening. When the big monster was taken down, there was a chorus of cheers.
Cindy noticed another man on one of the flying things. He had on a weird looking helmet and an evil smile, the type of smile that dropped a stone of dread into your stomach and made you curl into yourself for protection. She looked into his eyes for a second, and all she could see was hatred. It was heavy, thick, deep, an abyss with no end, and it scared her more than anything else ever had or would. Cindy honestly wondered how one man could have so much evil in him.
Then, she remembered herself as a child, going to church and hearing about the antichrist, and feeling scared of one man. ‘Is this a sign of the end?’ Cindy thought. He flew past her and began to fire at cars and buses, making them explode instantly. 'My God,’ she thought. 'All those lives lost. Wait...’ Cindy remembered something with an intense feeling of fear, “Wasn't Mike supposed to come meet me for lunch?'
She quickly dialed her cell phone, almost panicking, but the network was down, or overloaded, or something. That didn’t deter her and she kept trying and trying, until finally, it went through. It was ringing.
Ring.
Ring.
"Cindy! Thank God you called. Are you safe?" The relief in her only brother’s voice was astounding, and almost outweighed her own.
"Yes! Mike, where are you?" she almost cried out.
"I’m somewhere with a bunch of other people. There are some police officers helping us. What the fuck is going on?"
"Well, I think we aren't the only people in the universe," she breathed out, finally saying what she had feared.
“No shit, Cindy. Always the smart ass.” Mike wasn’t so amazed and scared at the revelation.
Boom!
"What was that?" Cindy yelled.
"That was one of those things that the aliens are flying! One just crashed in front of the store we’re in. Oh, shit, they’re still alive!" Cindy could almost feel the fear in his voice.
"Mike, get out of there!" She could hear in the background, the sound of running footsteps, and then it was quiet. She heard a door handle being twisted, but then Mike told her, that it was locked and he could not get out. Cindy held the phone tightly, hoping for a miracle.
"Cindy, they see us. There’s nowhere to go. The cops are firing their guns. They got both of them. Wait, shit, they threw something!"
Clink.
Clink.
“Cindy! I lov…”
"Mike!" she screamed as the tears began flowing down her face and her lip shook in fear. There was no answer from Mike. The line had cut off from the sound of explosion. “MIKE!”
Cindy released her phone, letting it drop to the ground with a thud. What had happened, was her brother survive? It was unlikely, she felt the overwhelming dread, she just knew he was dead.
"Oh my God. There’s Iron Man! What the hell? Holy shit, there’s a missile on his back!" she heard someone exclaim, pulling her from her thoughts.
"He’s going straight up into the portal!" someone else claimed.
Just then, the glass shattered as some aliens came through. The shards cut at Cindy’s skin as she turned towards the noise. They raised their weapons; everyone froze, sure that they were going to die.
Cindy simply thought, ‘Well, at least I’ll be with Mike.’
Then, suddenly, they all just fell to the floor like rag-dolls. Nobody moved, paralyzed by fear like she was. "Look, the portal’s closing! The Avengers won! We're saved!" Shouts of glee and relief echoed around Cindy as people began to stand up.
Cindy was a little happy. After all, she hadn't wanted to die, and was glad she’d been rescued. Even so, the thought of Mike and all the other fallen loved ones crossed her mind. Hopefully, they got that evil bastard.
‘I hope he rots in hell,’ she thought.
New York City
Marble Cemetery
May 6th, 2012
Cindy just stood there alone. Matt and Frank weren’t able to come. There were no answers provided by the government to the people. Why had this happened? Who was that evil man?
Who were the special people with the strange ships? What was being done to help the families bury their loved ones?
Cindy just cried; sobbed. It started to gently rain, which made her hurt more, because Mike loved the rain. When they were kids, they would go out together and jump in puddles and scream out in unending joy. He was gone now. She didn’t notice when it began to rain harder.
She knelt down and put her hand on the stone, "I love you, Mike. I always will, and I promise you this: if I ever find that bastard, he’ll end up dead."
She eventually stood up, giving the headstone another glance before slowly walking out of the cemetery. She was already soaked and didn’t care as the rain grew stronger
May 4th, 2012
Cindy Allen was always smart with money; she knew how to make it work. In fact, it was to the point that she could almost be considered psychic. That attracted a lot of important clients, and she made them a lot of money. Due to this, she became very wealthy.
She served clients with very long histories; histories that others didn’t dare mention. They had very deep political ties that served as extra protection. These were the type of people that the FBI couldn’t touch. These were the type of people that made the Italian Mafia nervous. These were Cindy's best clients, and she did not disappoint, and she wouldn’t, because, after all, she wanted to live.
It was a nice day in May. Cindy was in her office, making amazing trades as usual. "We’re under attack!" she suddenly heard someone yell out at the same time that a string of explosions went off. She turned and peered out of the window, seeing blue beams hitting cars and buses. Then, she saw the Avengers--well, glimpses of them. Cindy reacted in the same way which she noted everybody else was; hiding, praying, and hoping the superheroes and military would protect them.
From her place under her desk, she saw a giant green thing and a man with blonde hair fighting on top of a monster, attacking aliens. That wasn’t something she saw every day, not that she understand exactly what was happening. When the big monster was taken down, there was a chorus of cheers.
Cindy noticed another man on one of the flying things. He had on a weird looking helmet and an evil smile, the type of smile that dropped a stone of dread into your stomach and made you curl into yourself for protection. She looked into his eyes for a second, and all she could see was hatred. It was heavy, thick, deep, an abyss with no end, and it scared her more than anything else ever had or would. Cindy honestly wondered how one man could have so much evil in him.
Then, she remembered herself as a child, going to church and hearing about the antichrist, and feeling scared of one man. ‘Is this a sign of the end?’ Cindy thought. He flew past her and began to fire at cars and buses, making them explode instantly. 'My God,’ she thought. 'All those lives lost. Wait...’ Cindy remembered something with an intense feeling of fear, “Wasn't Mike supposed to come meet me for lunch?'
She quickly dialed her cell phone, almost panicking, but the network was down, or overloaded, or something. That didn’t deter her and she kept trying and trying, until finally, it went through. It was ringing.
Ring.
Ring.
"Cindy! Thank God you called. Are you safe?" The relief in her only brother’s voice was astounding, and almost outweighed her own.
"Yes! Mike, where are you?" she almost cried out.
"I’m somewhere with a bunch of other people. There are some police officers helping us. What the fuck is going on?"
"Well, I think we aren't the only people in the universe," she breathed out, finally saying what she had feared.
“No shit, Cindy. Always the smart ass.” Mike wasn’t so amazed and scared at the revelation.
Boom!
"What was that?" Cindy yelled.
"That was one of those things that the aliens are flying! One just crashed in front of the store we’re in. Oh, shit, they’re still alive!" Cindy could almost feel the fear in his voice.
"Mike, get out of there!" She could hear in the background, the sound of running footsteps, and then it was quiet. She heard a door handle being twisted, but then Mike told her, that it was locked and he could not get out. Cindy held the phone tightly, hoping for a miracle.
"Cindy, they see us. There’s nowhere to go. The cops are firing their guns. They got both of them. Wait, shit, they threw something!"
Clink.
Clink.
“Cindy! I lov…”
"Mike!" she screamed as the tears began flowing down her face and her lip shook in fear. There was no answer from Mike. The line had cut off from the sound of explosion. “MIKE!”
Cindy released her phone, letting it drop to the ground with a thud. What had happened, was her brother survive? It was unlikely, she felt the overwhelming dread, she just knew he was dead.
"Oh my God. There’s Iron Man! What the hell? Holy shit, there’s a missile on his back!" she heard someone exclaim, pulling her from her thoughts.
"He’s going straight up into the portal!" someone else claimed.
Just then, the glass shattered as some aliens came through. The shards cut at Cindy’s skin as she turned towards the noise. They raised their weapons; everyone froze, sure that they were going to die.
Cindy simply thought, ‘Well, at least I’ll be with Mike.’
Then, suddenly, they all just fell to the floor like rag-dolls. Nobody moved, paralyzed by fear like she was. "Look, the portal’s closing! The Avengers won! We're saved!" Shouts of glee and relief echoed around Cindy as people began to stand up.
Cindy was a little happy. After all, she hadn't wanted to die, and was glad she’d been rescued. Even so, the thought of Mike and all the other fallen loved ones crossed her mind. Hopefully, they got that evil bastard.
‘I hope he rots in hell,’ she thought.
New York City
Marble Cemetery
May 6th, 2012
Cindy just stood there alone. Matt and Frank weren’t able to come. There were no answers provided by the government to the people. Why had this happened? Who was that evil man?
Who were the special people with the strange ships? What was being done to help the families bury their loved ones?
Cindy just cried; sobbed. It started to gently rain, which made her hurt more, because Mike loved the rain. When they were kids, they would go out together and jump in puddles and scream out in unending joy. He was gone now. She didn’t notice when it began to rain harder.
She knelt down and put her hand on the stone, "I love you, Mike. I always will, and I promise you this: if I ever find that bastard, he’ll end up dead."
She eventually stood up, giving the headstone another glance before slowly walking out of the cemetery. She was already soaked and didn’t care as the rain grew stronger
