Published at 14th of July 2026 8:27 am

Chapter 36 Knight Mission (Emma POV)

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I need to get back to him. Not just because I miss him, which I do, but because without me there, he won't know if the mystery stalker is watching him. Eryk has enemies: monsters, Capes, Cowls, and Im sure other groups that he wouldnt even tell me about. I get it; hes motivated to get what he wants, no matter the cost. Its one of the reasons I like him. But Im worried. Hes not invincible; hes just a regular guy. He needs me, a tangible benefit I provide that no one can argue against. I can keep him safe. And the only way I can get back to him is to take care of the job he entrusted to me.

Michael Knight, a member of the ultra-elite old enough to be my grandfather. A degenerate pervert who fucks and kills women my age. There is something so repulsive about men who are sexually attracted to women whose parents werent born when they were old enough to drink legally. His mansion, located in Cambridge, Massachusetts, is massive. Massively tacky. The sprawling estate is very old, like American Revolutionary War old. As a girl from a small town in Canada, I do not get the appeal of the ugly white paint and boring look. The place is surrounded by a large manicured yard with trimmed shrubs, stone cherub fountains, and old oak trees that are older than my hometown. They're wide, tall, and despite the cold winter weather, are very sturdy. And that's quite a good thing for me as I'm currently hiding in one of them.

I made sure to dress for the occasion for this mission. Unlike last time. Climbing sneakers, a hoodie with a padded vest over top of it, tight joggers, and a mask I picked up from a party supply store. The entire outfit is black, which is helping me blend into the darkness of the night. Ignoring the mask, I look like one of those middle-aged moms you see running at four am in the morning before the sun's out. God, how far have I fallen? Across from the tree I'm hiding in is Michael Knights bedroom. Through his window, I can see his sleeping form, lying on his side with his back turned to me. Men like you should die. And he will, once I deliver him to Eryk.

Eryk's vigilante is honestly a brilliant idea. His plan to use fear of this unknown boogeyman to scare Neuvohumans into being better people is genius. Even if thats likely an unintended side effect rather than his true goal. I don't think for a second he's doing it for any kind of altruistic reason. He's not the type. No, my boyfriend weighs things on a scale, and you're either worth it or not. Whatever his plan is, I need to be in on it. Not being in the know seems like a quick way to die.

I check my watch and begin counting down the seconds in my head. Pulling the pack from my back, I open it and check my supplies. The last week and a half had me stressing out as I searched for a way to kidnap Michael Knight. How the hell are you meant to abduct a man made of water? It took some extensive research, but I was able to come up with a solution that was doable and easily accomplished. All I needed was sodium polyacrylate and polyvinyl alcohol bags. Both of which are easily purchased online, and with express drone same-day shipping, I got it the same day I ordered it. When water is exposed to sodium polyacrylate, it begins to solidify, becoming slushy or gel-like, the more of it that is added. The PVA bags are water-soluble, and this is how I will stop Michael Knight's ability. The fact that the two are so readily available will further solidify the idea that this was done by regular humans.

Michael Knight weighs around one hundred and eight pounds, or twenty-two gallons, when he transforms. Rounding up, I only needed five ounces of the sodium polyacrylate, but I bought way more than I needed just in case. With nothing but a scale, gloves, and several dehumidifiers running nonstop, I created hundreds of PVA pouches full of the white powder. All of the pouches are in my pack, along with rope, a stun gun, and two rolls of duct tape. I'm as prepared as I could be. Go time. I'm going to enjoy hurting this man.

I stand up, checking around to make sure there isn't anyone here to see me. The darkness doesn't affect my eyes at all, and my powers give me a level of grace and dexterity a gymnast would envy. With that, I run across the thick branch and jump off of it into the air. Soaring through the air is a rush unlike any other, but I can't fly, so my hand shoots out and grips the windowsill. Resting my shoes against the side of the house, I climb up, peeking my head up to look inside. Good, he's still asleep. Testing the window, it is unlocked. After spying on the man for a week, I was able to notice two things: he's always asleep by ten-thirty, which is why I waited until midnight to arrive, and he keeps the windows unlocked except for a small latch on the inside. I don't know if it's due to an inflated sense of security from being rich and famous, but it is a win for me.

I get to try something I've been practicing lately. Pulling off my right glove, I place my thumb and index fingers against the glass, right below where the latch is on the other side. I rotate my hand 180 degrees, then reset my hand and do another 180-degree turn. My manicured black nails slice through the centuries-old window easily, carving a hole. The cut circle falls inward, and my hand snaps out, grabbing it before it can fall and shatter. Whoopsie. I extract my hand and then whip the disc like a frisbee into the night sky. Evidence taken care of. I put my leather glove back on and reach my hand through and unlatch the windows, carefully pulling them open.

I climb through the window, dropping to the floor smoothly and without a sound. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I don't hear any irregularity in Knight's heartbeat, so he's still fast asleep. Wait, what the fucking fuck? There's a second heartbeat in here besides his. Standing up, I creep over to the other side of the bed and see a girl my age lying in bed with him. Fuckity fuck fuck. There wasn't supposed to be anybody else here. How did I not see this girl once in my observations? How do you end up in the bed of a man who kills girls like you? All it takes is a quick search to show you the hundreds of people convinced he's a serial killer, and Eryk said they're right. She probably thinks she can change him or that she won't be like the others. You stupid, pathetic bitch.

She's an obstacle in the way of my mission, but I don't think I can kill her. The vigilante doesn't kill regular people. What would Eryk want me to do? What would he do if he were here instead? He wouldnt have messed up; he wouldve known about this girl. No, I cant think of what Eryk would do. I need to think of what the vigilante would do. The vigilante is a man on a mission to bring Neuvohumans to justice who have escaped judgment and deliver execution on the ones who think they're untouchable. I doubt I could kill her and set it up to look like either an accident or that Michael killed her. No, I'd better leave her be.

This woman being here makes this all much more complicated. All the planning I made for tonight has basically gone out the window. There isn't a way to abduct him without waking her. This was meant to be a one-woman show, God damn it. A not-so-tiny voice in my head is telling me that, technically, Mr. Knight doesn't need his dick or balls to be made an example of. I could slice them off, stick them in a jar, and leave it by the bedside as a warning to the stupid girl who is willingly sleeping next to a monster like him. No, it would look too personal. I pull the roll of duct tape and the stun gun out of my bag. I slide the stun gun into my hoodie pocket. Carefully and quietly, I start pulling a strip of the silver tape out. Using my teeth to tear it off the roll, Im left with one the perfect siz to cover someones mouth. I fix my

I tiptoe back over to the girls side of the bed. Im going to need to be exceptionally quick. Wait. I see the girls phone on the nightstand next to her. Need to get rid of that before I do anything. Once Ive unplugged her phone, I slide it under the bed, out of reach for her. A deep breath before I begin to calm my rapidly beating heart. Go. The tape goes over her mouth, and her eyes open wide in panic. She tries to scream in fear, but its muffled by the makeshift muzzle. I hold my finger to my masks lips, but she starts flailing wildly. Knight wakes up in a daze, and I smack the girl in the face. Harder than I mean to, but Im frustrated at this stupid little bitch. My hit knocks her out cold, and I dont have time to check if shes still breathing. Knight is up out of bed and staring me down.

Who the fuck are you? He asked, reaching into his nightstand.

I dont respond, jumping over the bed at him, but hes pulled out a revolver of some kind. Fucking Americans and their fucking guns. My right foot touches the ground as he fires a bullet right into my chest. The burning sensation blossoms from the wound, spreading out to my entire chest. It hurts so fucking much. I will never get used to the pain. Its not just the pain, though; the damn gun is loud as hell. I knock the gun from his hand to the floor, and before he can grab it, I kick it away. I kick him in the chest, well, I try to kick him in the chest, but my foot goes right through him. Great, now my pant legs soaked.

I dont know what the fuck you were thinking trying to rob me; I have superpowers, you moron. It must be the adrenaline thats keeping you standing, but youre bleeding out, and once it fades, youre all mine, he said.

Seeing his power up close is so creepy. Every part of him is now crystal clear water, like something youd see coming from a spring. His underwear, his ankle monitor, and his hair are all now smooth liquid. Ripples emanate from his lips as he speaks, sending waves across his form like rocks dropped into a lake. I lunge at him, activating the stun gun as I jab it into him. Electricity courses through his liquid body and up my arm into me. I grit my teeth even as I release the weapon inside of him. My muscles spasm, and I fall back onto the floor as the bullet is being pushed out of my back. The fall jams the bullet deeper, extending the time its going to take to heal. This sucks so much. He walks over to me, the sound of his wet footsteps like boots in puddles accompanying the spinning of his revolvers cylinder.

Come on now. Why would a stun gun work on me? I dont have any muscles or nerves, you twit, he said calmly. Killing a burglar after they attacked my girlfriend is going to do wonders for my reputation in the papers.

He stands above me, smiling, and I really want to smile back at him. All of these clandestine activities aren't what I would consider fun, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the thrill that comes from those people who think they're in control, realizing I'm not as helpless as I seem. You slimy fuck, just you wait. Michael Knight hovers above me, his creepy smile transformed into a much more sinister grin. It occurs to me that perhaps I might be a bit in over my head. He steps over me, each one of his legs against my ribs, and he sits on top of me, clutching my stun gun. Even though he's made of water, I can still feel the full weight of the man on top of me. My enhanced strength should make it easy to throw him off of me, but there's a pit in my stomach growing by the minute. Fear and anxiety are paralyzing me. I feel small. Weak. Worthless bitch. Stupid girl. My breath quickens, panic setting in as my ex's words echo in my brain. Im frozen in place as his hand reaches for my mask.

Oh, arent you pretty, he said, brushing his hand across my cheek and leaving a line of water behind.

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