Goodbye...

# 12 - posted by Matt

from an anonymous URL:

Stephanie. You fought hard, clinging on to life a month longer than doctors can explain. But I know you. I could never come close to your inner strength. And although you didn't know it, I was there every night on that hospital balcony, watching you silently struggle to reopen your eyes.

But they never did....and you went quietly last Thursday evening.

People say that my counterpart was a no-show to your funeral, don't believe it. Hidden away in the shadows, I watched as your casket was lowered into the ground. I watched and knew more than anyone, that of all the people to be taken, you were the least deserving. The balance of good has shifted with your passing, and I don't think we can recover.

I know you are at a much better place. A place free of the murderous filth that started those fires on Valentine's Day....A place free of Crimson.

I hope you can forgive me for not being there the moment you needed me the most. You are gone too soon and I will never be the same.

- Vigil

The gloves are off now....Crimson can not be free. I'll have more suit updates soon. - V.

Close Call

# 11 - posted by Abel

from an anonymous URL:

Maybe I’m getting close or maybe someone’s just being pre-emptive. Last night while trying to follow a lead the shit hit the fan. Thank God it was unusually quiet. I just happen to look up and saw a glint of light on top of one of the smaller buildings. Then I heard it, a safety clicking off. Barely had time to duck as a bullet grazed my shoulder. I ran for cover into the nearest alley when I heard the motorcycles, two of them. I was being hunted. A sniper on the high ground and two hunters street level, part of being a warrior is knowing when to fight and when to perform a tactical retreat.

With a sniper overhead open ground is the last place you want to be so I stayed close to the building walls. Those fucking motorcycles were a big problem, they can go almost anywhere. Sure enough one of them found me. That’s when I stepped it up a notch.
Pepper spray and pepper balls are all the self-defense rage right now. They’re ok if all you want to do is get away. I use what I like to call my little pouches of persuasion. Think little cotton cloth pouches filled with my own special blend of crushed glass and salt! Some people are resistant to red pepper, no-one is immune to having their eyes and lungs shredded by glass shards. The salt is a personal touch.

One was all I needed. He was at the end of the alley and I hit him right in the face. He screamed and slammed into a wall before spilling out. The cycle behind him tried to weave but no luck. He crashed into him and neither of them got up.
I was still wary of the sniper so I high-tailed it out of there. It’s nice to know my work is being admired.

I guess the bullet didn't exactly graze me.

- Vigil

It's all a game...

# 10 - posted by Matt

from an anonymous URL:

to him. There's no trace of empathy for the people he's hurting. Hiding away in the shadows, he observes for his entertainment, the torment that he causes. I'm the rat running through the maze....the mayor's daughter the prize.

I was getting nowhere in my search for her until this email:
Hey Vigil,
Don't know if you actually would read this or not, but I was looking at that note from Crimson and something caught
my eye. Down in the lower right hand corner, it looks like a water mark or something...
Good Luck,
Sam K. in Jersey

Where the two axis meet (x and y) and the day begins a new (east), it makes sense in a twisted Crimson type of way....The water mark is from the abandoned Capital City Paper Company. I scoped it out this morning.

This was all I found....


An empty warehouse and a laptop. I realize now, that he has no intention of letting this girl go. This will go on, until one of us ends up dead. I hope the modifications I'm making to my suit will help, but time is running out.

People are scared. The mayor's frantically shutting down the city with police pounding the streets 24/7 (and they don't exactly like me).

They won't find her....alive anways. Crimson doesn't want that. He wants a city consumed with fear and the blood of an innocent girl on my hands.

One part he's got I hope the other I can stop.

- Vigil

Here's a live link up to the laptop in the warehouse, see if you can help Vigil figure out Crimson's plan.
- Matt



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Upping the ante...

#9 - posted by Hardy

uploaded from my Sprint Instinct

Still look for clues to find the mayor's daughter. This is going to take more than just my given physical ability.

I'm working on something that will make me faster and stronger than I really am.

Hopefully I can finish before it's too late..

I'll post my tests soon.

- Vigil

My first...

# 8 - posted by Matt

from an anonymous URL:

fan letter, too bad it's from Crimson...seems this was left for me at the Capital City Times.



This is getting out of control...I can't keep up with him. He's always one step ahead of me, anticipating my every response...destruction the only evidence of his existence.

The fires were bad, but this time he's upped the ante with the capture of the mayor's daughter.


And the mayor doesn't get it...there's nothing Crimson wants from him.

Nothing but fear.

With this letter he's purposely called me out and put the life of this girl in my hands.

Were only one step away from anarchy...the death of this child would be all it takes to push this city into an abyss.

The streets are quiet tonight, as if everyone knows tomorrow is the end. I need noise...the silence of a city holding it's breath for a miracle is deafening.

- Vigil