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Shot in the Dark Ch 2 The punching bag swung violently from side to side as the onslaught on the inanimate object finally ceased. Gabriela Johnson, the secret identity of Yin, whipped the white gym towel around her neck and dabbed at her forehead with the ends. She ignored the stunned looks she received from the other gym goers in the punching bag room and continued to head out into the hall. Only stopping to purchase and drain a bottle of water she made her way into the weight lifting room. As usual, the weight room was filled with mostly male bodybuilders and weightlifters. Today, however, there were two guys who seemed almost out of place

Shot in the Dark Ch 1 Red Arrow's eyes narrowed on his target as he set another arrow on the string of his bow. Pulling back the string he let the arrow fly towards its icy target. Damn, blocked. He dodged an incoming ice crystal hurdled in his direction before it froze him. Red Arrow had to admit that Icicle Jr. had grown better over the years, but the scales were still tipped in his favor. He ran across the aisles shooting a hail of arrows at his enemy as more crystals were thrown. Even from the nosebleed section of the Papp Stadium he could see Jr.'s frustration rising. Red Arrow cursed beneath his breath as Icicle Jr. yelled in rage whil

I felt like I was in a fog. I was disorientated to say the least. Slowly, I realized I was sitting upright. Whether it was on my own accord or with help I couldn't be sure, but regardless my back rose up from the sand and my helmet was gingerly removed from my head. But I couldn't feel anything…my body was void of any and all feeling. I couldn't feel the buckle releasing from under my chin nor the helmet slid backwards onto the sand. What was going on? But the biggest question in my mind was what had just happened? Taking in a deep breath I flung open the car door and hopped out onto the soggy lawn. Head bent down I hurried towards the

The Birth of Winter The frigid air seemed to pierce through me as I stepped outside. Instinctively I pulled my black Northface tighter around my body and hipped my car door shut. I had a gut feeling that today was going to be another long, cold day. With my hands shoved in my jacket pockets I made the trek up to the Middleton Place stable yards for work. Opening the shops in the stable yards that morning started out like usual. Everything was quiet, which I was thankful for. Quiet mornings meant that I would finish sooner and be able to rejoin my coworkers, who were busy feeding the animals. As I finished securing the last shutter on our f