It's quiet. Far quieter than it should be. It's never this quiet and it's making me nervous.

Is it possible to scare yourself to death? As I walk down the alley to my stairwell I start hearing car horns. Oh blessed noise!

Wait... Those aren't normal car horns. That's not people honking at each other. That's car alarms being set off.

Oh god.

Moving as fast as my legs will take me I try to get to the stairs and to the safety of my apartment before some god awful car jacked comes to kill me.

"Keys! Keys!" My mind races as I fumble through my bag.

The stairs feel like they take an eternity to climb, but the welcome sight of my door calms me.

I go to put the key in the door and—

Bam!

I scream as I look behind me to see a man being slammed into the wall of the opposite building. His body drops and I start shaking.

Dropping to my knees, I hope to stay invisible as I watch the man get up, even from here I can see him lip bleeding.

"Why bother fighting? You know you won't stop me!" A voice echos from the rooftop. It sounds familiar.

Glancing up I see a face my city has come to know well.

Sinister.

"I'm not just going to let you terrorize my city, or it's citizens Sinister! I'll die before I surrender to you!"

The man struggles to stand, but he holds a type of confidence I've never seen. Whoever this man is, he stands no chance.

"Then death it is!"

I watch Sinister drop down from the roof, shaking the earth with his impact. Sinister has power over earth, he can bend it to his will and uses his power to destroy and control my city of Argo.

"I'm not afraid of you," I watch in terror as the man stands tall against Sinister.

I watch as Sinister lifts his hand, bringing a large chunk of my street up with it.

"You will be."

I scream as he tightens his fist and the large rock explodes. Windows shatter and glass flies everywhere.

Looking back at the men, I see they've noticed me. Oh god.

Before I know it, Sinister is standing on a tall pillar of rock in front of my stairs. He glances down at me with an evil smile.

"This will be fun," His voice is hoarse and deep.

Another scream escapes me as he grabs me and pulls me over the railing. He dangles me 20 feet in the air. I watch the distance between me and the ground grow as Sinister raises us higher until we're at my roof.

"Make your choice foe!" His voice booms, "End this, or save the girl!"

I scream as he cackles and my legs flail in the wind. My dress and legs fly about violently in the wind as I start to cry.

"Please don't. Please I've done nothing to you!" I beg.

"Let her go Sinister!" The man below sounds more angry than afraid.

The smile on Sinister's face tells me those were the wrong words to use.

"Whatever you say."

I feel time slow down as he releases my hand and I start to fall. I feel the air leaving my body but I hear no sound. Nothing makes sense, I should be falling, but I feel like I'm floating. Is this what death feels like? Or is it shock? Could it be both?

It's warm. Is death supposed to be this warm? Am I still falling? Lifting my head I see dark red and black spandex.

"Are you alright ma'am?" The deep voice from earlier is much closer now.

I glance up more. I'm not falling, I'm being held. I'm met with a dazzling sight. His hair is a mess and blood still stains his mouth. His eyes sparkle a strange shade of brown and his strong jaw is clenched.

"I um- I think I'm-" I look around at the destruction, I see broken pieces of the street all around. My windows are busted and my door is blocked. "Is he gone?"

"Yes, he won't hurt you. Are you alright?"

"I think so. My apartment..."

His eyes travel to my door. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop him from creating such chaos. One day soon he will pay for his crimes, but for now I do believe the city will help repair the damage."

I'm in shock. I don't know what to say as he slowly puts me down. I look up at my apartment door again, reality setting in with a low groan. I have no idea how I'll get inside.

Turning to thank my rescuer I find he's gone. I'm alone in the street as I start to hear sirens.

My mind goes numb as I turn back to look at my building. This will all be hell, between press and police and cleaning the rubble.

I drop my head with a groan, only looking up when startled by a noise. Total shock and amazement take over as I watch the bits of rubble remove themselves from my doorway and gently place themselves on the ground floor.

I feel watched, spinning around I look atop the neighboring building. Standing there with a raised hand is the hero, watching me for a final moment before disappearing into the night.

Who is he? Why did he stick around? I feel my legs get weak and shakey as I climb the stairs back to my door. It's still stuck, but at least I can sit here and wait for the police to come and get it open.

Resting against the door, I watch the rooftop where the man had been standing a moment ago. He saved me. I would have died.

I didn't even get to say thank you.

My thoughts are interrupted by lights and sirens. Nameless, faceless paramedics and police swarm me, stunned to find I barely have a scratch. I don't really hear them as they ask me questions, I mumble some sorry excuse of what had happened as the look me over and take notes.

Then they ask me who saved me.

"I don't know his name."

"What did he look like?"

The image of him runs through my mind! His tall frame towering over me, his strong jaw and dark stubble forms clearly in my head. It's like he's still in front of me, it's like he's still watching me with those deep brown eyes, the way the lights hit them made them look like pools of fire, I can only imagine how incredible they look in the sun. His husky voice, deep and rough, but so gentle and pleasing as he spoke to me. I swear I still feel his warmth seeping into me as his suit cling to his muscles. I remember the way some of his black hair fell over his face as he looked down at me.

"Ma'am!" I jump as I look back at the cop, "I need you to describe the man who saved you please."

Yes because zoning out and drooling over a stranger is brilliant Destiny, simply brilliant. God I want to go to bed and pretend none of this happened, tell myself he was just a dream.... A wonderful dream.

They ask me questions for another half an hour before the fire department is finally able to get my door open. By then I just want to sleep.

My neighbors aren't going to be happy. Most of the few people who live by me work nights, they will not be happy to see the street destroyed. Maybe I'll skip work so I don't have to deal with it all.

"Is there someone we can call for you ma'am?" The officer stands in front of my door as the paramedic wraps my wrist, saying the sprain it has is my most major injury. I shake my head at the officer, trying to offer a smile as I tune out the paramedics instructions, knowing I'll be taking a shower and sleeping the moment I step inside.

Stepping inside, I lock the door and watch from the window as the last emergency vehicles leave. I feel my exhaustion hit me like a freight train as I drag myself to the kitchen and pour a glass of wine. My cellphone sits in my shaking and as I call Marcy.

"Hey you, it's late what are you doing up?" She sounds tired, but still her same perky self.

"Can you come over?" I try to keep my voice steady as my hands shake and spill some of my wine. Maybe I should just drink from the bottle.

"Uh, sure I guess. Is everything ok?"

Dragging myself to the window, I see news vans and cameras and reporters gathering around my building. I already feel suffocated knowing they'll try to talk to me.

"Turn on the news," I take a large drink and sigh, "You'll understand."

It's silent for a few moments, making my stomach clench and twist. I hear faint voices, although I'm unsure if it's coming from outside or Marcy's TV. Maybe it's both.

"I'll be right there!"

With that she hangs up, and I sit watching the vultures outside my apartment. Calling in sick tomorrow keeps sounding better and better.

I'm almost through the bottle I've opened when I see Marcy's car pull into the alley. Watching as the news reporters move in on her, I feel bad asking her to come. She makes it to my door without being caught by a camera and I hurry to let her in.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" She pulls me into a hug as soon as she's inside.

"Yeah, I'm ok, at least I think so. Thank you for coming. I'm sorry you have to deal with.... That!" I wave my hand at the window as a small smile comes over her face.

"What happened? The news says Sinister attacked the alley and a young woman was caught in the violence! Did you get hurt? Did you call your mom?"

That makes me laugh, "Why would I? All she would do is lecture me on why I shouldn't have moved to the city. I just sprained my wrist. I was.... I got lucky."

Raising her eyebrows, I see the gears turning in her head, "The news also said you were rescued. They said that a mysterious, handsome vigilante saved the day."

Groaning, I let her drag me to the couch where she has me explain everything in detail. I can't help but talk about how amazing he was, how kind and considerate. I can't help but talk about him and how even though I didn't see his face and I don't know who he is, I can't help but be in awe.

"You like him! Oh my god, you are smitten!"

I shake my head and get the rest of the wine. "No, no, I don't even know him. I'm grateful, and you know, I'm shock. He probably won't even cross my mind next week! Do you want some?"

She nods as I get another glass and bring it all back to the couch. I'm now noticing how messy my place is. I wish I could tell what was from the attack and what was just me being messy.

"Are you going to call into work tomorrow? You deserve a day off on general principles but now that skeeze ball boss of yours might let you do it."

"No, I don't want to make a fuss. Plus, it's a Friday, I'll just get it out of the way."

She chuckles as she sips her glass. "Do you want me to stay this weekend? We can have a girls weekend and all that, take your mind off tonight."

"That'd be nice, I think that's exactly what I need. I'll help you fend off the vultures in the morning and then we'll come back and I'll make dinner and bring a rented movie."

Drinking more wine, she nods. I help her set up in my guest room and tell her I'm going to take a shower. She waves me off as she starts getting ready for bed.

My skin burns as the steaming water runs down my skin. I need to stop thinking about him, he saved me, I'm grateful, time to move on. I still feel his hands on me.

"It's going to be a very long weekend."