Golden Age, Episode 10, Part 2

The Correspondent

People always talk about where they were when they first heard about The Correspondent. She came out of nowhere and tried to make a difference. Some saw her as a beacon of hope, others as a sign of how far down the slope we had come. I never paid attention to all of that. I was too busy. Too busy working to pay my bills, too busy trying to figure out life. I was seventeen when it started. I was The Correspondent. This is my story.


That stopped me in my tracks. I had been ready to make a run for it and go get help, but now I was curious. What the hell did he mean? I kept backing away, hoping someone would come along.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I have been watching you since you started. Remember those three boys you took out your first night? I was watching. When you first fought The Rat? I was there. I sent you messages, but you never responded.” He bowed his head, “I thought we would be perfect together but you never noticed me.”

The henchmen had stopped coming towards me, they also seem curious.

“How were you watching me?”

“I would sit in the park and watch your house. Imagine my surprise the first time you crawled out your window and headed off into the night,” he started to under the straps of his helmet before continuing, “I could never get the nerve up to talk to you, but then you asked me for help.”

He pulled off the mask. It was Shelby.

I was dumbfounded, my jaw hanging open. How could this be? Shelby was not Fate. I shook my head as I tried to adjust my brain to this information.

“But you were kidnapped?”

“I wanted you to believe that,” he dropped the helmet to the ground with a crash, “I thought if you rescued me then you would see that we were meant to be. The aging was an unintended side effect, my collar wasn’t supposed to be activated,” anger flashed on his face, “but you activated it.”

“That was an accident.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, “I am done playing around.”

Fear crept into my belly. This can’t be good.

“I wasn’t happy that you almost died in the crash. I want to end your life,” he motioned for his henchmen to part, as he walked towards me.”

I backed up and ran into something large and hard. Glancing back I saw another henchmen had come up behind me. He pushed me towards Fate, the others making a circle around us. This fight was going to happen regardless of what I wanted. Since Fate was giving me plenty of time to get ready, I tore the outer skirt off of my dress.

I popped my knuckles and stretched my legs. I almost smiled as I thought about how I was standing in a ring of giants in a corset and tulle skirt barefoot, preparing to fight my boyfriend, who was also my stalker and apparently my nemesis. As prepared as I was going to be I nodded to Fate who smiled.

“Correspondent, are you ready to meet your Fate?”

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Dylan Reed has always been interested in a good story. Raised without a TV he spent a lot of time with books and loves reading. Dylan has been a professional entertainer, studied commercial diving, and loves random trivia. He brings all of this and more together in his stories.