Halcyon638
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Nighthawk: A Superhero Story
On the surface, Monica Bergenson seems like your average small-town girl headed off to the big city for college, but she has a secret—a few big secrets, actually. Firstly, she and her parents actually belong to an alien race of conquerors that at one time had designed on conquering the Earth, giving her superhuman strength, endurance, and senses. Secondly, after losing the love of her life to a senseless crime in the bustling but treacherous metropolis of Prospect City, she pledges herself to fight crime in the guise of a costumed superhero known as Nighthawk. Nighthawk: A Superhero Story chronicles her adventures as both a masked vigilante and as a college student navigating identity, sex, friendship, and romance.
James Bergenson closes the trunk of his beat-up Toyota. "Looks like that's everything." Monica can't help but note the rust around the vehicle's tailgate. On an engineer's salary, her father could easily afford to pay for a replacement vehicle, but it's also the engineer in him that won't give up on a machine until it's entirely inoperable. He shields his green eyes against the August sun, never having gotten in the habit of wearing sunglasses.
Monica's friend and roommate Gabi steps down the stairs leading up to their university apartment, a small bundle of tinfoil in her hands. Her long, straight, black hair contrasts starkly with the light brown of her skin, a product of her Mexican heritage. "My mom left me a bunch of turtle brownies," she explains to the tall man, who always seem to be wearing jeans and a plaid short regardless of the season. Monica catches her glancing at her shoes while talking, a habit that dates back to her awkward middle and early high school days. "No way we'll be able to eat them all!"
The thought of food makes Monica's stomach grumble. She and her father had only stopped for a quick bite to eat on the 3-hour drive to Prospect City earlier this Saturday (a crisis at work meant Monica was driven down a day after Gabi and the rest of the freshman class had orientation), and a combination of nervousness and excitement had made it hard to choke down the prepackaged salad she'd been bought. Gabi had mentioned a school-sponsored barbecue on the Prospect University quad, and Monica hopes the food quality is decent, especially based on what they charge non-scholarship students for tuition.
"Oh, thanks," James notes as he grabs the foil package. "I'll take them for the road." Coming from the area just adjoining the quad, overpowered speakers pump out a medley of modern hip-hop and classic rock, the latter which Monica recognizes. Three or four a few apartments down, a collection of shirtless men are engaged in a heated game of pick-up basketball. "Well, kiddo," James says. He reaches a hand out and places it on the young woman's shoulder. "You probably don't want Dad hanging around much longer and cramping your style. I'm going to take off." There's a slightly subdued nature to his tone now.
On the surface, Monica Bergenson seems like your average small-town girl headed off to the big city for college, but she has a secret—a few big secrets, actually. Firstly, she and her parents actually belong to an alien race of conquerors that at one time had designed on conquering the Earth, giving her superhuman strength, endurance, and senses. Secondly, after losing the love of her life to a senseless crime in the bustling but treacherous metropolis of Prospect City, she pledges herself to fight crime in the guise of a costumed superhero known as Nighthawk. Nighthawk: A Superhero Story chronicles her adventures as both a masked vigilante and as a college student navigating identity, sex, friendship, and romance.
James Bergenson closes the trunk of his beat-up Toyota. "Looks like that's everything." Monica can't help but note the rust around the vehicle's tailgate. On an engineer's salary, her father could easily afford to pay for a replacement vehicle, but it's also the engineer in him that won't give up on a machine until it's entirely inoperable. He shields his green eyes against the August sun, never having gotten in the habit of wearing sunglasses.
Monica's friend and roommate Gabi steps down the stairs leading up to their university apartment, a small bundle of tinfoil in her hands. Her long, straight, black hair contrasts starkly with the light brown of her skin, a product of her Mexican heritage. "My mom left me a bunch of turtle brownies," she explains to the tall man, who always seem to be wearing jeans and a plaid short regardless of the season. Monica catches her glancing at her shoes while talking, a habit that dates back to her awkward middle and early high school days. "No way we'll be able to eat them all!"
The thought of food makes Monica's stomach grumble. She and her father had only stopped for a quick bite to eat on the 3-hour drive to Prospect City earlier this Saturday (a crisis at work meant Monica was driven down a day after Gabi and the rest of the freshman class had orientation), and a combination of nervousness and excitement had made it hard to choke down the prepackaged salad she'd been bought. Gabi had mentioned a school-sponsored barbecue on the Prospect University quad, and Monica hopes the food quality is decent, especially based on what they charge non-scholarship students for tuition.
"Oh, thanks," James notes as he grabs the foil package. "I'll take them for the road." Coming from the area just adjoining the quad, overpowered speakers pump out a medley of modern hip-hop and classic rock, the latter which Monica recognizes. Three or four a few apartments down, a collection of shirtless men are engaged in a heated game of pick-up basketball. "Well, kiddo," James says. He reaches a hand out and places it on the young woman's shoulder. "You probably don't want Dad hanging around much longer and cramping your style. I'm going to take off." There's a slightly subdued nature to his tone now.
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