For the Love of Blood /P/

[LeatherNails]

As exhausted as she was she couldn't return to her apartment. Not now. She passed a booth with the radio blasting about the latest victim to be claimed by Morbius. She ran down the street into the alley. She shedding her clothes she slipped on the black spandex and slipped on the mask. "Alright Micheal this time I'm not cutting you any slack" She clawed the side of the brick building and scaled up. Getting some height she sprung from roof top to roof top. If she were Micheal where would she hide? Some place dark. Spooky perhaps. "The warehouses!"