New Beginnings, Episode 1, Part 2
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.
Speeding down the highway felt great. I had no idea where I was going, which seemed appropriate. Instead of worrying about where I was driving a just let the bike take me where it wanted to go. As I drove I thought about the last year.
Had it really only been a year? Starting out as The Correspondent seemed like ages ago. My fight with The Rat, my dad getting shot, it all seemed so far away. After what happened with Shelby, or Fate, or whatever, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. Being The Correspondent had caused so much pain for so many close to me, not to mention that I had been injured numerous times.
And then there was the whole issue with Shelby having Acme Hero gear. Were they selling to villains too? Or was that a fluke because I had told Shelby about Acme Hero? There were so many questions. Did I want to be a hero anymore? I wanted life to be normal. My mom wanted me to be happy and had suggested that I go to college like all of my friends.
That sounded great, except I didn’t know if I could get in anywhere. I think what I wanted more than anything was to get out of this town. To escape the crazy life I had created and find something new. I had lived in this cow town my entire life, it was time for something more than that.
My journey had taken me to I-25, so I turned north and headed towards Fort Collins. Since it was the evening of graduation the road was empty, I opened up the throttle and shot down the road. The speed forced me to focus on what I was doing, forcing me to stop thinking and just react. The noise of the wind filled my ears as the speedometer approached one-hundred miles per hour.
Each bump in the road felt insignificant as I flew up the road. It wasn’t until I approached the first exit to Fort Collins that I realized how fast I was going. I let off the throttle and looked around, expecting a cop to be chasing me. I pulled off the highway and headed into Fort Collins.
As I drove through the town I felt at ease. I had never spent much time here and at no point had I been injured here. Cruising by the college I saw people walking around, looking stressed as the school year ended. I parked the bike near a coffee shop and went in.
The coffee shop was full of students, on laptops or reading books. No one looked up when I came in. I looked around, searching for an empty seat and saw a single arm chair, empty in a corner. Making my way over, I found myself looking for a reason to leave. Nothing came up so I put my helmet down on the chair and went to order a drink.
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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.