New York City. I can't believe I actually agreed to come here, the spot where all the heroes died a little over twenty years ago. The whole island is quarantined because of the things that live here and with the rash of mysterious happenings, they send me in to look for clues.
Me? My name is Evey Grey, daughter of Jonathan Grey aka Think Tank, the world's last 'super villain'. After all the heroes died the world was easy picking for my dad...too easy. He was gifted with super intellect and the heroes provided a challenge for him, with them gone he turned his attention the villains and one by one he killed them. Within the space of a year there were no more superhumans left in the world, except him so he 'retired' settled down and had a family.
He died when I was 16. Moments after his death he had set up pre programed hologram that told me of his past and what he did and why. He also left me with another 'gift' my inheritance. Should ever superhumans trouble the world again, he had designed weapons, vehicles, and battle suits for me, each keyed to my DNA to ensure no one could ever use them but me. What he didn't know is that the government was aware of his secret identity and rather than confront him in a world without superhumans, they decided to just monitor him. When he killed on the villains they thought that one day he may become mankind's protector if one was ever needed, but that day never came until now.
About a year ago, one Diana Parker was found dead. It had seemed like a simple attempted robbery that turned into rape, but no signs of force were found. In fact, it seemed as if she had died during a climax so powerful that it stopped her heart added with the fact that nothing was stolen, what made it a homicide was that her lover never surfaced. Then it happened again half way across the country to a Mable Stevens, and again Brittany Whitmore and again, and again and again. The link between these women? All daughters, grandaughters and one adopted daughter of heroes that died here in New York. The FBI then expanded their search to male members of these heroes, many of them too had died under similar, but non sexual circumstances. Very few people within the bureau knew the identities of the heroes and the fact that it happened years after led them to believe that it was inside job, except everyone 'inside' was dead...or were they? The bodies were never recovered because of the wild mutations that happened in New York it was impossible to recover the fallen corpses of 107 heroes, not that it wasn't attempted. France was the last country to try a few years ago to retrieve the body of Commander Victory (English translation of course) the one time National Hero along with his sidekick Miss Victory, the team went in and as with every other attempt, they lost contact as soon as the entered the city.
So now with a possible super menace that could be one of the heroes assumed dead they turn to me, the only person equipped to deal with whatever may be inside New York to gather evidence. At first I told them to fuck off, but when they threatened to go public with my dad's former identity and seizing all of his assets, most illegally gained during his criminal career, it would leave us broke. I could survive but my mom...who's been in a coma for a year....I couldn't afford her the type of medical care being provided, so I really don't have a choice. Win or Fail, my mom will be taken care of. I'm just hoping I get the hell out of here because if I fail, I'm pretty sure they'll be trying to get my younger brother Joey to go in after me. He's a tough kid but he's 16 and with my mom the way she is....he's got enough already on his mind without this bullshit.
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