The Black Angel prowls the city streets
A guardian dedicated to fighting crime and evil
By day, she is Lily Wong, unassuming secretary in the City Prosecutor’s Office
As night falls, she dons the dark mantle of … The Black Angel!
A guardian dedicated to fighting crime and evil
By day, she is Lily Wong, unassuming secretary in the City Prosecutor’s Office
As night falls, she dons the dark mantle of … The Black Angel!
The big and powerful motorcycle purred beneath its rider. The rider weaves through traffic confidently and somewhat recklessly. The figure wears tight black leather pants and calf-high boots. She wears a black leather jacket. It would appear that the rider possesses a slight build. The face is obscured by a black helmet.
The bike enters a side street and slows. Suddenly, a cry is heard.
“Please, no! Someone help me!”
The rider rolls to the side of the street and quickly parks the bike. Striding to a dark alley, the rider pauses to take off the helmet. Long black tresses, suddenly freed, frame a face obscured by a black mask. She stands confidently. Standing tall at around 5’8”, she witnesses two drunken figures cornering a cowering coed, wearing a white uniform.
“C’mon girly, show us the good stuff,” said one man rudely while grabbing the girl’s arm. The other thug was a step behind licking his lips greedily. Both were drunk.
“Let her go!” said the Black Angel with tremendous force and intent.
Startled, the two turned to face the intruder and smiled seeing as how they were taller and heavier than the slim figure.
“Girl, you shouldn’t go around giving orders when you can’t back them up,” said the first thug whipping out a butterfly knife that he brandished with a metallic click. The second man brought out a lead pipe slapping it against his other palm.
The Black Angel gazed impassively at the threat, then suddenly exploded into action. A lightning fast kick slapped the knife away. Like a dark wraith, the figure flowed into the man and kneed him in the groin and slammed him under the chin with a rising palm. The man dropped unconscious. The second man gaped in surprise at the speed of the attack. In the next second, the Black Angel was upon him, eyes blazing. This time, the Black Angel whipped out a canister and sprayed the thug in the face. The man screamed in agony as his eyes felt the full effects of the spray. His scream was cut off by a deft chop to the side of the neck.
Making sure the two muggers were out cold, the Black Angel turned to their intended victim, only to suddenly writhe as she feels a current of electricity go through her body. She drops to the ground senseless.
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Black Angel slowly woke up and she shook her head. She attempted to move, but she realized her wrists were tied behind her back with a thick hank of rope. Her boots had been removed and her ankles were similarly fastened together. Her mouth was filled with some kind of cloth and sealed in with strips of tape.
Before her stood the coed she was supposedly rescuing, haughtily standing with her hands on her hips. She stood at 5’2” still wearing the white school uniform. She was full figured and her face was gorgeous but with a sinister edge to it. This was no schoolgirl. Angel recognized the face of Debby B., notorious female crimelord of the city.
“I finally have you in my clutches Black Angel! I predicted your patrol route and staged a mugging to get your attention. And now I can stop you poking your nose into my business!” she said in a low and husky voice.
The Black Angel squirmed around and tried to speak but only muffled grunts escaped her gag. She was going for the small blade hidden at the back of her belt but found her belt removed.
“Looking for these?” asked Debbie pointing to a table on which Angel’s equipment were strewn. “You’re not getting away that easily. I have plans for you my dear. Wonderful plans,” she nodded to two burly henchmen who took Angel by the arms and dragged her away.
“We are going to have lots of fun my dear,” said Debbie with an evil glint in her eyes.