ArkRift

[An entry from an old journal, written in cursive English.] “The devil is always in the details, yet those who know it never speak out.” You know, I never really saw myself as much of a Fiction writer. I wasn't really fond of embellishing my escapades during my time with the Misfits. After all, when you’re a walking science project gone wrong with a whole family of people just like you, every waking moment already feels like a story from a comic book. The only difference was the stakes, and ours were much higher back then. I was an informant of sorts back before the war kicked off, the kind you’d send after someone with information they weren’t exactly privy to sharing. My job was as simple as it was dangerous. Find a way in, collect what I was sent for, then leave without anyone knowing I was ever there. And to be honest, I was the best at what I did, but even then there are just some things that’ll catch up with you no matter how well you hide. Chapter 1: Reassignment Location: