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Suicide Blonde Archive
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Suicide Blonde 9: Breaking and Entering, or Echoes of the Warcry
Posted on September 28, 2011 | 2 CommentsFrank’s voice echoed through my head as I stood outside the King’s Crown Building. “Are you sure about this? You could get yourself killed in there. You don’t have any idea where these people even are.” “I don’t have a choice,” I said to him... -
Suicide Blonde 8: More Answers, or Sex, Lies and Government Agents
Posted on August 24, 2011 | No CommentsJet Jenkins may be many things, but an unskilled lover was not one of them. He was a bit taken aback by my sudden appearance, but not against it. His home was that of any late twenties man-child. Lots of computers, a few toys, and... -
Suicide Blonde 7: Answers, or All Along the Watchtower
Posted on July 27, 2011 | 1 CommentThe jet car flew up and over Valhalla. We soared high over the buildings. Every car looked like a tiny dot beneath me. Flying wasn’t something I ever experienced much. My family never really traveled much, and when we did it was almost always by... -
Suicide Blonde 6: Waking Up With Friends, or Stand Up and Fight
Posted on June 22, 2011 | No CommentsI woke up in some kind of flying craft. A dark-haired, fair-skinned man in his early thirties sat over me. He wore some kind of heavy, dark blue battle armor. I didn’t recognize him at all, but he was kind of cute. “Who are you?”... -
Suicide Blonde 5: Snake-Eyes, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love High Explosives
Posted on May 25, 2011 | No CommentsDid I mention I didn’t like being underground? The path took us down in to the old subway rails that ran beneath the city. The train hadn’t run in this part of town for years, but the empty stations have sat unmaintained since the seventies.... -
Suicide Blonde 4: Detective in Training, or New to the Game
Posted on April 27, 2011 | 1 CommentAfter three days of checking the daily paper I was beginning to get frustrated. The paper gave little coverage to Clinton in general, but the bombing attacks should have met with at least limited coverage. A few blurbs about the bombing did make the paper,... -
Suicide Blonde 3: Mothers and Daughters, or Muerte Means Death
Posted on March 23, 2011 | 1 CommentI couldn’t speak. I just stared at my little girl, my child I hadn’t seen for months. She had grown. She looked at least a half-foot taller as she hugged my leg. I dropped to one knee and held her tight. I suddenly felt dirty.... -
Suicide Blonde 2: Looking the Part, or Facing the Beast
Posted on February 23, 2011 | No CommentsI stood in the middle of a warzone. The stillness of the broken streets was broken by the sounds of small arms fire somewhere in the distance. I was in the middle of the fight, and my allies and I were losing. Our attackers were... -
Suicide Blonde 1: A City Needs a Hero, or Back in Town
Posted on January 26, 2011 | 1 CommentMy name is Susan Benjamin. Or at least it was. I haven’t used that name for a few weeks now. After a few weeks living on what little money I can find, I almost feel like no one at all. I named myself personal defender... -
Long Hot Summer 13: Heroes & Villains
Posted on September 22, 2010 | 1 Commentby Nicholas Ahlhelm “I think I found something over here!” Cyber threw another piece of the former Church of Hope and Truth building in to the disposal unit over a hundred feet away. He scrambled to push other pieces of the rubble aside as he...