Ghost of the Past ~Act One~

It's Friday night. Time for people to go partying, dating, doing crimes, or like Tinker, snuggle in a burrito made of blankets while watching her favorite show. She spent her week fighting off criminals and patrolling New York City, of course she needs a relaxing night. Two small drones, made of scraps are seen holding her drink (soda) and her snack (a lot of popcorn in a massive bowl) are standing by in her sides, ready for whenever the girl needs them.

A call from her phone startles the girl. She swore that her phone was on silent, but this time it's screaming out the ringtone to her. A sigh and unwrapping the burrito later, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?", said Tinker.

"Hello, Tinker. Or should I say.. Rebecca."

The previously comfortable room turns into a dark, wet dungeon and Tinker felt like her feet are chained up again. It has been 13 years since she last heard the voice, but the memories are back as if it was yesterday. Both of them knows who they're talking to ; For Tinker, her worst enemy ; To the man, his ultimate goal.

"What do you want from me, you bastard?"

"Oh, I want so much things from you. I have been tracking your movements since you became a superhero and joined that Paradigm bullshit. I have seen what you're capable of, cutie. The tournament was a very good example. Yes, a good one indeed." In front of the mysterious talker a big screen showing replays of Tinker's actions during the tournament as well as live television shoots of her appears. The room he's in is only lighted by the big screen, but you can see various cut-outs of the girl's face and body all over the walls. Various objects covered in cloth are organized in the corner.

"What.. How can you know my phone number?  ANSWER ME YOU INHUMAN FUCK." Tinker's heart raced, her mind are jumping to the times they are together. Down in the lightless room, whimpering and powerless against the man.

"Me? Inhuman? Hahaha!" His deep laughter echoes inside the room. "I was the one who raised you for two years. I was the ONLY one who accepts YOU from that run-down orphanage. I FEED you. You would've been in the same conditions as your friends are now if I didn't took you in, dead." The man took a breath. "As for your number... It's from a friend of mine."

"WHERE ARE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER? I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL REVENGE YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME. I WILL DO UPON YOU WHAT YOU'VE DONE UPON ME."

The man on the other side chuckles."Now, now, don't be so feisty. I understand your powers and your weakness. ALL of it. If you are as brave as you claim, let's meet. You and me. The coordinates will be sent to you after I hang up. Oh, bring as much friends as you want to, Becca. They'll be powerless in front of me too."

The man hung up. Immidiately a text from an unknown number appeared, locating the coordinates and the time. Two weeks from now.

Tinker/Rebecca slammed her phone and it bounces off the bed, hitting the floor with quite a force, but she didn't care. The movie is running but she didn't paid any attention to it. All she can hear is her screams, begging to stop, and all she can see is a man's face right in front of her eyes.

On the other side, the man grins from ear to ear. The clothed objects start to rumble and come to life, as they reveals their true shape -- Drones. Dozens of them. Soon his little Becca will come back to his arms and he will have the secret to one of the most sophisticated weaponry of humankind. After that, who knows what the world is going to be?