Night Chaser #4: A superhero short story by Kayla Curry 2


Every week, I write a short story for all to read here on my blog. I hold weekly votes for the writing prompt of these shorts in my VIP Facebook Group. The story from last week was so popular, that everyone who voted wanted to read part 4. Here’s the original prompt:

A girl steps into the mind of other people as she sleeps. She sees and experiences what they do.

And here’s the link to the parts 1, 2 and 3 if you haven’t read them yet:

Night Chaser #1

Night Chaser #2

Night Chaser #3

NOTE: These are just for fun and therefore aren’t professionally edited. I did self-edit, but please excuse any errors. If I do officially publish these stories, errors will be fixed.

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Night Chaser #4 | Truth or Dare

I walked out of the club in a huff, but I didn’t let my sour mood diminish my instincts. I kept an eye out for anyone Logan Wingate may have instructed to follow me. Nothing popped out, but I decided to walk downtown to the area that was always busy at night. Restaurants, art galleries, movies theaters, and bars lined the street. The crowded sidewalk provided just enough cover for me to slip into a quiet alley and behind a stack of crates. I watched for anyone brave enough to enter the alley after me.

After five minutes, I decided that Logan had let me go unescorted. For someone who planned to keep an eye on me, he sure wasn’t very good at it.

The other end of the alley opened to a busy street where I could hail a cab, so I made my way past the garbage bins and cardboard boxes. I found a cab with ease and headed back to Lydia’s place. She was still at work and Matilda and I had the place to ourselves.

I debated on whether or not it was a good idea for me to go out tonight. I didn’t have my motorcycle, but an itch to get back to my nightly habits wouldn’t let up.

I let out a sigh and then slipped on a set of black clothing and an older pair of boots I’d brought. They weren’t the best, but at least they weren’t covered in my blood. Finally, I laid down in the guest bed Lydia let me use. Within minutes, I drifted off to sleep.

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“I’ll get you the money!” I said. My voice deep and manly.

I tried to look through this man’s eyes to see where I was. Everything was dark, except for the glow of a few street lights that were too far away to do any good.

“You were supposed to have it a week ago!” a familiar voice shouted. A kick landed and the man I inhabited fell to the ground and looked up at the attacker.

The hound. His face was slightly illuminated and just past him, I could see a flower shop. I knew exactly where they were and I could even run there.

I woke and jumped into action. The flower shop I saw was only a few blocks away. I ran out of the house and in the direction of the hound and his victim. I came upon the alley they were in quickly and heard the sounds of blows landing and a man in pain.

As I rounded the corner, the hound looked up at me and smelled the air.

“There you are. I was wondering if you’d show.”

“Leave that man alone,” I said as I neared them.

“What do you care? You don’t even know this guy,” the hound said.

“He owes you money. Give him a few more days, but if you lay another hand on him, you’ll have to answer to me.”

A deep chuckle escaped the hound’s mouth and filled the alley. “I still can’t figure out how you know when to show up or how you know little details like that. All in good time, I guess. That’s what Wingate says, anyway.”

I stared him down. “Are you going to let this man go and give him a little more time to come up with the money he owes or shall we have a repeat of this morning?”

“I’ve got a better idea. How about I forgive Doug’s debt if he helps me take you down? What do you say, Doug? Prove your loyalty to the cause in another way and you don’t have to pay me a dime.”

Doug seemed confused, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. I didn’t exactly want to take him down, but if he made the wrong choice, I’d have to.

The hound held out his hand for Doug but he didn’t move.

I took that opportunity to close the distance between me and the hound. I threw a punch, which he blocked, but landed a knee kick to pay him back for the one he gave me earlier. It didn’t phase him much. He must have been expecting it.

An elbow whizzed past my nose as I leaned away from the attack and spun into a roundhouse kick to his ribs. It didn’t help much since he grabbed my leg and tried to take me down. I twisted out of his grasp.

“Last chance, Dougie! Pay your debt now!” he shouted.

His momentary distraction proved to be an advantage for me and I came at him with a clap to his ears in order to disorient him. It worked momentarily. He stumbled back and I landed another a kick to his chest which laid him out.

I turned to see what Doug was doing. With little time to react, I found he was actually coming at me. He tried to land a punch, but I blocked it and landed one of my own directly on his jaw. A trickle of blood spilled out of his mouth and he almost lost his footing. As his body turned away from me, I helped him along with a swift kick to the back of his legs.

Unfortunately, he’d proven to be a nice distraction for me. By the time I turned to see what the hound was doing, he was already behind me and was beginning to snake his arm around my neck.

I tried to elbow him in the stomach and kick out his knee, but he avoided my struggles easily. His grip tightened as I struggled to breathe and clawed at his arm.

“Nice work, Dougie,” was the last thing I heard before I fell unconscious.

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My eyes opened, but it didn’t do any good. Wherever I was, it was pitch black. My left side pressed against a cold floor. I took an inventory of my body. I ached, but nothing too painful. My wrists were bound—possibly by zip ties. My ankles were bound as well. I struggled a bit, but they were too tight for me to get any sort of leverage.

A bright light turned on above me. I flinched and attempted to adjust my eyes to the blinding light. A figure stepped in front of it. The silhouette of a suited man.

“We meet again—and so soon after our last meeting,” Logan Wingate said. I recognized the inflections he spoke with.

I remained silent. He walked forward, grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standing position. I couldn’t balance with my legs bound, so I was at his mercy. He quickly demonstrated that by pushing my back into a cold metal chair.

“Hopefully this conversation will go better than our last one,” he said.

“I thought our last conversation was pleasant,” I said sarcastically.

He sighed and snapped his fingers. A man came forward with a chair and sat it in front of mine. Logan sat down and looked me in the eyes.

“The hound mentioned to me that you knew he was trying to collect a debt before you even arrived. How did you know?” he asked.

“I guessed,” I said.

“Don’t lie to me. I know when you lie. You could call it my . . . superpower.”

I sneered.

“Just tell me how you knew and I’ll consider offering you a deal for your life,” he said.

I leaned forward. “Doug and I are lovers,” I whispered. My adrenaline was kicking in and making me a bit loopy.

A smirk threatened to reveal itself on his face. He leaned back and crossed his arms to avoid letting me see the full expression.

“One more chance,” he said.

“I’m a loan shark and Doug owes me money too. That’s probably why he helped take me down—thought he could kill two birds with one stone.”

Logan shook his head and stood up from his chair. He pulled off his suit jacket, much like he did in his office at the club and hung it on the back of his chair.

“I realize you don’t trust me,” he said as he started to roll the cuffs of his shirt up, “but you’re not in a position to make jokes or act clever.”

He then began to walk circles around my chair as he talked. “I’ve worked very hard to bring people together for my cause, and you keep endangering that cause with your so-called justice. I have a feeling that there’s a reason you’re suddenly showing up at all these crimes-in-progress. I want to know what the reason is and how you’re able to do it.”

“Well, I don’t plan on telling you anything,” I said.

“Unfortunately, it’s not up to you, Abby. I don’t like doing this, but you leave me no choice. You see, I believe you have somehow obtained special powers. I want to know what they are and how they work. Since you won’t tell me, I’m going to have to use my special powers and it’s going to cause you some pain.”

“What? Your powers of beating me senseless?” I asked.

“No, nothing like that,” he replied.

He then stopped in front of me and knelt down to my level. His hand touched my cheek. I almost flinched, but didn’t want to let him see any fear.

“With one touch, I will send an electric shock through your body. You’ll feel every branch of it as it reaches to your fingertips and down to your toes. You’ll become temporarily paralyzed as your brain fights to keep the answer I want from coming out. The sooner you give in, the sooner the pain will go away.”

He ran his fingers down my face and neck and let them rest in the middle of my chest.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Go to hell,” I replied.

With a flick of his wrist, a pain I’d never imagined quickly spread from the middle of my chest to every inch of my body, just like he said it would. I couldn’t move. The answer to his questions bubbled to the front of my mind and the desire to release them overpowered me. I held on as long as I could but gave in.

“As I sleep, I see what others see. They’re always afraid and I can’t stand by and do nothing. I try to look for details so I can find them and they’re always nearby. I go to them and help in any way I can.” As the words came out, the pain receded and I regained the ability to move.

Logan stared at me—only this time, his eyes seemed kinder and filled with wonder.

“How did this happen to you?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

He raised his hand and hovered it near my chest. Fear of the pain he sent through my body pushed me to find the answer he wanted.

“I really don’t know! It started a few months ago and it took me a while to figure out what was happening. Please, don’t do that again!”

He lowered his hand. “Thank you for telling the truth without being pushed this time.”

I sighed in relief.

“We’ll get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, I’m not sure what to do with you. I can’t have you out running around ruining my plans and I’m just not ready to kill you yet. Not until we figure out this little mystery, at least. Sit tight. I’ll be back in a little while with my decision.”

He walked out and left two of his men in the room with me. My mind flooded with thoughts of escape.

 


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