In New York City, over 10,000 missing persons reports are filed annually.

So even a couple dozen more, over the span of a few months, wasn't that noticeable. Especially when there was never any sign of a struggle, and no one could ever quite remember when they saw the victims last ( Read more... )

For once the Danger Room didn't seem all that Dangerous. It was decked out in decorations, both large and small, dedicated to the holiday that was Valentine's Day. Hearts and cupids were everywhere, including some holographic ones that were floating in the air ( Read more... )

Matt crouched on top of a rooftop, dressed in his red leather Daredevil suit, straining his senses to hear every scrap of noise coming from the flower store that lay across the street. Sure, it looked innocent, but the conversation inside was all about moving poisons - in this case, heroin - through the Kitchen to someplace else ( Read more... )

Jono spent so much time thinking about what he should do to clean that he didn't actually clean at all. Everything got piled back into its proper lump. Maybe it wasn't clean, but it was as organized as the bandaged gentleman ever got. He knew where everything was, and it wasn't a massive conglomeration of 'stuff' anymore. Good enough ( Read more... )

No, not Christmas. Anybody who knows anything knows that Halloween is actually the best holiday.

Most of the recent Halloweens Jono has spent wandering around neighborhoods, not in costume at all, simply watching the trick-or-treaters in their glee. No one ever bothered him for how he was dressed. On this night only, it's not just accepted, it's ( Read more... )

Carmilla was ready to roll. Which made it seem so much more official than it actually was. This whole secret agent hero thing? It was pretty cool ( Read more... )

Every once in a while, Jono ventures out of the house. It's not often and he tries to make sure no one sees him. The very last thing he needs is some stupid sort of yuppie school-counselor encouragement about accepting the world or something equally silly ( Read more... )

Kate was sitting on the grass in a part of Central Park off the main trails still wearing her school uniform. In the place where one part of herself had died, and another was born from the ashes. It was horribly cliché, but a metaphorical resurrection was less messy than a literal one ( Read more... )

"Yeah, don't worry Spence, I can get everything shut down for you. It'll only take a couple minutes. Go, your daughter will never forgive you if you miss the recital ( Read more... )