Chapter 1: Prologue

Utopia City, Washington

A perfect moonlit night but certainly a chilly one. Deborah Bourne bundled herself up in her mink coat as she waited patiently for her special visitor to arrive. The cool breeze of the fall air tickled her skin as she adjusted her garter belts one more time hoping her guest would enjoy a rooftop rendezvous as she sent a sexy text to his private cell. MEET ME TONIGHT was all it said as the thought of their tryst turned her on even more. Moistening her finger with her mouth, she slowly found the secret opening of her hot box and tested her readiness with it. One more sigh was all that was needed before she heard the flap of a cape in front of her.

“Peregrine, you finally came,” she purred. “I’ve missed you.”

Utopian City’s dark vigilante hero The Peregrine licked his lips beneath his black cowl as he enjoyed the view of seeing Deborah fiddling with herself in front of him. Removing his rubber gloves, he approached the ever so ready woman as he inserted two fingers inside her tickling her clitoris in the process. Deborah moaned in response as dropped her fur coat to the ground revealing her lack of clothing with the exception of her garter belts.

“Just the way I like you. Slutty and ready.” He growled. Suckling her exposed breasts in his hands, he finally pushed his lover against the cold, bricks of the rooftop wall as he continued to tease her nipples with his lips.

“Tell me Miss Bourne. Are you a good girl or a bad girl?”

“Ohhhh…a bad girl. Most definitely…” she groaned in response as his fingers teased her opening repeatedly. “I can’t wait Peregrine! Fuck me now!”

The Peregrine was more than happy to respond as he unzipped his cod piece to release his straining cock. Deborah clenched her legs around his waist as The Peregrine thrust rapidly inside her. Deborah squealed in delight as she felt his hardness filling and stretching her.

“Fuck me Peregrine! Harder! Faster!” she demanded as The Peregrine was more than happy to oblige.

The Peregrine shut his eyes tight as he kept bucking his hips in rhythm to hers that he failed to notice the quick breeze behind him. A quick snap brought his attention as he noticed Deborah not responding to her pleasure but looking him at him with lifeless, vacant eyes. He glanced at the bruises on her neck which displayed a broken, protruded bone and realized the worst.

“HOLY SHIT!” he screamed as he threw the body of newly deceased Deborah to the ground.

“Necrophilia…kinky,” giggled a sinister voice. The Peregrine quickly zipped up his codpiece to face his foe.

“Where are you? Show yourself!” The Peregrine demanded.

“Here!” answered the voice. “Look up!”

The Peregrine raised his eyes toward the moonlit sky as a dark figure in a hoodie and mask flew down to confront him. Ready for battle, the dark vigilante prepared himself into a fighting stance and attacked the killer. Yet even with all the years of martial arts training, The Peregrine had not foreseen his inability to combat someone who is impervious to harm. Deborah’s murderer grew tired of toying with the dark vigilante, made this perfectly clear by breaking The Peregrine’s wrist, grabbing the hero by the neck, and daggling him over the rooftop of the tallest city building.

“What…do…you want?” pleaded The Peregrine gasping for air.

“Simple,” explained the evil assailant. “I want all heroes dead!”

Proving his point, The Peregrine felt his neck snap as the mysterious killer threw his and Deborah’s lifeless bodies off the buildings many stories below in front of hundreds of city witnesses. Police and ambulances immediately were called to the scene.

Sometimes a moonlit night isn’t so perfect.