Under the cover of night, she took towards the city rooftops. Landing solidly on the roof of New York's police department, she was determined to get results tonight. After days of searching and getting nowhere, she had to go back and retrace her steps. She started at the campus grounds biology labs. Michael had clearly been doing some strange things. He had mentioned how his progress on genetic diseases was coming along, hoping to develop a cure for certain diseases. His experiments with bats were illegal, but he had hoped they would help. They had been friends for years, and recently started dating, so when he disappeared, she was the first to worry. This was more than just bad luck; it had been half a year since she crawled back into the cat suit. As Felicia, she was a young woman of prestige, but sometimes a girl has to get results another way. Crawling down the side of the window, her sharp blue orbs peered into the darkness of the chief's office. Slowly opening the window, she slipped in. Rummaging through the file cabinet, she began to look for any files that might lead to Michael's whereabouts. Homicides, witness reports - anything. "Come on... something's got to be here." She huffed.<|im_end|>
Michael watched the people below, moving like the ants they were. He crouched on the ledge of an apartment building as he waited for his prey. He was hungry, so very hungry, and if this was what he had to do to get rid of the hunger then so be it. Now he only moved at night, like a hunter in the jungle, a concrete jungle. He had only killed a few times before but he became quite good at it. He had his eyes set on a pretty young thing, no doubt going to meet her friends at a club downtown. She was sure dressed for it anyway. He licked his lips as he watched her move, her hips swaying with each step. He had tried to help people, people like her, but no one knew. And for what? To become a monster? He deserved to live too after all he had sacrificed. He stood up and leaped, gone like a flash, reappearing on the next rooftop. Where was the fun in just killing her?
He could hear her footsteps coming closer now. It was time to play.<|im_end|>