Peaches has to die - 17th April 2013

I sat at the back of the auditorium and listened, using my invisibility function I managed to avoid the guards. When the room darkened, I turned it off. No one would notice another face in this crowd. Now, I was on the track of those who murdered my parents, but there was more at stake here than me, my quasar senses had me on full alert and I could smell treachery right through the room.

It’s been a few years since someone had murdered them and hijacked my father’s research, but I had little idea that it was a hit directed from somewhere within our own Government. These same people who encouraged and financed the project also conspired toward my father’s murder. 

A laboratory accident the coroner ruled, after the inquest I was hungry for answers to questions still to be asked.

There were too many questions he neither thought about, or was told not to ask. My mother would never be in his laboratory at home during that time of day. I had memorised their routines for years and she should have been lecturing at the time of the explosion.

Death by misadventure they told me. Apparently, I was lucky because had I not been at school, I too would have perished in the fire. Only a slab of concrete outlined the footprint where our home once stood. Without them, I didn’t know how to cope, wheelchair bound and orphaned. Now Peaches had to die too, Millennium Woman could rise and I knew exactly what to do next.

I’d held Aunt Chloe’s hand at their funeral and was wheeled to the graveside by an usher. The preacher passed me a bucket of sand and as he said ashes to ashes, sand slipped through my fingers, I watched it falling and as she said dust to dust, it sprinkled onto their caskets. I watched for a second and I swear I heard the sand whisper, ‘Avenge us.’ I might have made that vow as Peaches, but it would be as Millennium Woman I would exact justice.