She remembered a time when life was simple, and her head had been filled with joyous thoughts of happier times and better friends. Nowadays that had become nothing more than a distant memory. There was no point in trying to cover up the fact that Millie had isolated herself from the people which she considered herself to be on a moderate level of friendship with. This was all due to the sudden career change that she had been forced to make after being informed that she could no longer qualify for a presidential term in office any more. Sure, she’d committed a federal crime — but in her defence, that man had be asking to be fatally stabbed several times. She was just doing a public service.
Millie could hardly remember her old life after she’d left university and began her reign of Detroit’s streets and the wicked that had taken occupancy there. Along with more of the city’s finest femme fatales and the most eligible of bachelors the world had to offer, she patrolled the streets looking for someone to strike with fear and have their nightmares become a reality. Eventually, she’d show the officials that gave her the ghastly news that the sovereignty she had so longingly wanted over America could no longer happen. Instead she’d have to settle for unleashing her tyranny among the less fortunate of Detroit.
The blonde bombshell strode through the slums in the early hours of the evening, her crew traipsing along in various positions with Millie at the centre. She was the crown jewels, the Mona Lisa, the centre of the Earth — they would all die for her — or at least that’s what she had trained them to believe through varied indoctrination methods. Manipulation also had played a very significant factor in the squad’s assemble. With her signature baseball bat as her form of defense and her unique attire, and most of all, her infamous reputation around Detroit — it wouldn’t take her long to find some trouble and some toys to play with. This wasn’t how the previous pageant queen envisioned her life at twenty seven, but she was definitely enjoying what she had.
Hank had kept wondering what had led him to Michigan, more specifically Detroit. He assumed it was his need for a change. Ever since the death of Madison he’d been on edge constantly, never feeling settled and found himself continuously looking for a place that would make him feel some happiness. He was starting to realize that that place would never be found until his sister was by his side. Unfortunately he’d never had the guts to sign away his life and enter that place. Instead he’d wait and trudge on, helplessly looking for his solitude.
It wasn’t a mystery to him that his first love, Millie Falcon, dominated the streets that he was currently walking down. He’d heard tales of her harsh ruling in the area, and he longed to run into the villain of Detroit and see the damage she had proudly done. Hank was assuming she’d be proud of making the citizen’s lives a misery. She always had in school. Although his longing would soon come to an end, as it wouldn’t be long before the ice queen would be gracing him with her presence.
From afar, his vision locked onto a group of thugs... or at least that’s what he was guessing from their irritated demeanor and mildly displeasing menacing looks. It wouldn’t be the first time Hank would be faced with a dangerous encounter. After all, he had to deal with Millie’s wraith for years. As his mind flitted to the thought of the blonde for a brief moment, he was suddenly startled by the appearance of the temptress in his reality. In a million years, he would have never thought it’d be this easy to run into her. Ducking around the corner, he peered around the brick wall and kept his gaze locked onto Millie. Once she had become close enough and a lesser distance from her gang, he called out to her in a hushed tone. “Falcon!”
