Flash Fiction #3 - From the Mirrorman Journal May 18

The main character I created for my Zombie stories is "The Mirrorman" a vigilante type character that is trying to save humanity for the ever increasing Zombie problem.  Here is a short piece taken from his own journal.  

Enjoy,
Robert


I fought with a thug last night. But he was different than all the rest. He was hunting me.

The night was busy. I jumped from one location to another breaking up crimes. Pimps beating their girls, punks robbing anyone they happened to come across. The gang wars - I didn’t get involved with, I figured it would be better if they got rid of on another. Then I came across the well dressed lady in a bad part of town. She looked like an executive from a fortune five hundred company, and she was being assaulted. The punk had slammed his meat fists into her face before I was able to get down to the street. And when I did, he turned to me and smiled a missing tooth grin, before he said “It’s about time you showed up.” I knew right then I had been set up, so I expected the blow that was coming my way, letting it hit me in the jaw I went with the punch and rolled out of the way far enough the punk couldn’t get another punch off without having to take a few steps in my direction. The lady was staggering to her feet with the help of the wall, her once pretty face was starting to puff up from the beating, but she was still an unknown piece of the puzzle, and questioned her reasons for being here in the first place.

The punk was just about on me, he was big, very big, and slow. I fainted left, then dove right and swept his feet out from under him. He fell on his back with a loud thud. I straddled him, and grabbed his collar with my left hand and started beating his face like it was a whack-a-mole at an arcade. Something caught my ear, and I stopped beating the punk. He was laughing. I shook him, till his eyes opened and I gazed into his soul. He laughed even harder, “that won’t work with me, I don’t have a soul to reflect.” The punk knew my secret. I let him drop to the ground and walked toward the lady. She looked up at me with a crooked smile, and said, “My boss will be pleased, we learned more about you tonight.”

I walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, “Who do you work for?” I said as I shook her furiously. She only laughed, when the sound of gun fire forced me to drop to the ground a second shot came on the heels of the first, followed by the dull plop of the bullet hitting flesh, I looked up to see the tiny hole in her forehead and blood spattered graffiti on the wall behind her. She rested against the wall for a second before her lifeless body slid to the ground.

The punk was starting to get up when another shot echoed in the night and he fell to the ground dead.

I dashed into a shadow and looked for any movement that might give away the shooter. Nothing broke the still of the night. I ran across the parking lot toward the place I thought the shots would have come from. Sirens wailed in the distance and I knew I only had a moment before the place would be crawling with cops. I clicked to the thermal vision on my goggles and scanned the area. In a planter box along the street I saw two faint heat signatures glowing, upon close inspection I could see it was where two casing had fallen onto the dirt and momentarily heated the ground. But only two casings - I heard three shots. One caused me to drop and then one each for the lady and punk. I focused and thought. The first shot had come from the left of where the last two shots came from. I ran in that direction and found an small area built like a park with trees, grass and bushes. I scanned the area but no heat signatures registered. Suddenly a blue glow caught my eye, something below ambient temperature. I went over to it, and there in the grass was the heat impression of a casing, except this impression was cold. I looked at the scale on the side of the display. Minus one hundred degrees, dry ice has a surface temperature of minus one hundred and nine. What was this?

Suddenly my nightly haunts, protecting the innocent from the criminals of this city had become something more. I knew now I was now a target, but a target of who?

I had rattled the criminal element enough that they finally sent someone to find out more about me. I was interested, the nights were becoming much more exciting.

I am the Mirrorman, I look where others fear to gaze.