A young woman has gone missing, unidentifiable bodies are piling up at the morgue, and a lone wolf detective is about to stumble across an evil that no one in Victorie City is prepared for.
Written by Keith Carmack. Art by Vincent Nappi.
Victorie City. A real dump. Riddled with thugs and sleazy streets. Where crooked cops in cheap suits don’t serve or protect. Instead, they hassle prostitutes and bribe small business owners.
A mysterious stranger haunts a greasy spoon diner. Lank hair … hooded eyes … a smile like a shark that’s found its prey. The cook complains that he doesn’t know how to feed his college-aged son. The stranger replies with a long, creepy monologue about lions eating their young. And then he orders the horrified cook to kill his child.
Cut to an abandoned warehouse fifteen miles away from the city. The stranger with the hooded eyes taunts a bound and gagged man and woman. “Why do you deserve to live?” he asks. He’s been kidnapping and killing people for a while – the unlucky couple are his ninth and tenth victims. He tells the terrified couple that nobody will save them. The cops don’t care that they’re missing. And then he pulls out a knife …
Enter Hektor Ness. Seemingly the last honest detective in Victorie City. Hektor longs for the glory days when good cops flushed out corruption and took back the city. Ness worries that if he doesn’t get his police force back on track, he’ll become as rotten as they are. Meanwhile, Brigid, his long-suffering wife, begs him to move out the city and save them both – the city is dangerous and insufferable but it’s even worse for Ness, who is in the crosshairs of the brass for having a do-gooder heart. He’s learned to keep his head low and his mouth shut about their crooked ways … or they’ll make an example of him.
Ness gets the shot of adrenalin he needs to shake things up when a troubled young woman named Cyndi Brown goes missing. After interviewing her distraught mother, he swears that he’ll find her little girl and bring her home alive. He’s had enough of bad cops – when Detective Walker, his dirt-bag partner, tries to shake down the owner of a hot dog stands, he attacks and arrests him. This police force is furious. Ness’s captain suspends him … and threatens him to “start playing for the team.” Or else.
And then Ness encounters the mysterious stranger on the street. Acting purely on instinct, he searches his car and arrests him. The police find the bodies of his latest victims hacked to pieces in his trunk. They identify the stranger –Brahm Allvar. Thirty-two years old, no history of crimes or misdemeanors. Cool and calm. He almost wanted to be caught. Nobody knows where he came from … or how long he’s been killing people. It’s like he magically appeared out of thin air.
When Allvar goes on trial, it’s an open-and-shut case. He doesn’t even try to defend himself… but he promises the courtroom that he will haunt Victorie City … forever. The judge sentences him to death by electric chair.
Meanwhile, Ness continues investigating the disappearance of Cyndi Brown. Following a trail of clues, he learns that she was acting strangely before she went missing. She cut off all her friends and started seeing a shrink. Maybe she killed herself? Ness senses that there’s more to the story.
Execution day arrives for Allvar but justice isn’t quite served as the electric chair doesn’t kill him. Instead, it turns him into a superhuman being with electric currents flowing from his hands. He begins a citywide rampage of death and destruction. And nobody is able to stop him.
Ness’s bosses cut him a deal. Right now, they have him pinned with a fake bribery charge. If he takes one for the team and kills Allvar, they’ll let him walk. And if he says no? He’ll wake up with a bullet in his brain. Ness accepts their offer. What choice does he have? Then his wife goes missing …
Ness can’t possibly wipe out Allvar on his own. It’s a suicide mission, but he has a hunch that Allvar is somehow connected to Cyndi Brown. Ness finally has a chance to make a difference in the city. To change things for the better. But can good triumph in a city that has nearly forgotten what justice is?