Intro: Trained as a martial artist, possessed of fabulous equipment from an unknown benefactor, CIU College Student Aaron Majesky takes to the skies to fight crime as Dragonfly!
Dragonfly, a brown-haired youth with a powerful body built through years of training, wore a set of customized wings like those of his insect namesake that allowed him to fly. Strapped across his back was a ninja-to, the sword of the ninja warrior. He wore a costume, black on the bottom and a dark fuchsia on top, with a mask of the same color tied at the back.
Currently, Dragonfly sat crouched atop a three-story building in downtown Stevenson while taller buildings towered around him. The condos and apartments of the wealthy, he reflected. In another life, Aaron had grown up a poor small-town kid, ostricized, bullied until he turned to martial arts training. Despite having moved to college, working towards a better life than his parents knew, Aaron still felt a little out of place in this world. But looking up at the glittering lights, and down to the traffic on the streets below, he could not help realizing how beautiful it all ways.
Mind on business, he scolded himself. Changing his focus from outward into the city lights, Dragonfly looked to the darkness of the alley below. To him, however, it was not darkness, but shades of green and black provided by the contact lenses he wore. These devices similarly to military night-vision, but were much more powerful and compact. Not for the first time, he wondered who had sent them to him and why. And not for the first time, Dragonfly pushed the thought out of his mind as the action started below him.
Two students moved into the alley from Fairview street, between the building he was on and a two story retail building next to it. The students were hesitant, looking around as if they might have the wrong place. And, no doubt, checking for police. Dragonfly tensed. Out of the shadows, another form emerged. The man did not dress or hold himself like a normal drug dealer, but Dragonfly knew from being on his trail for weeks that that was exactly what he was. His hands tensed against the brick of the roof as he prepared to act. He began filming; his footage would be admissible in court as long as he didn’t record sound.
This new drug was called Nex. It was like Xtacy, but had certain...other properties. And it was far more dangerous. Aaron had seen its effects first hand when his friend and roommate, Drake, had died of heart-failure. Since then, tracking this stuff down had been Dragonfly’s only mission. In a city the size of Stevenson, you’d think it wouldn’t be hard to track down a new drug dealer. But these people were powerful. And they vanished like a mist.
Almost to the exchange, Dragonfly zoomed in visually with powerful digital lenses to ensure he had the features of the dealer. That’s it, he thought. Go for it.
Then something unexpected happened. A flash of light, brighter than the noon sun, appeared at the head of the alley. Dragonfly was blinded.
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