Spectral Origins

Tanya held her little brother Mike's hand firm

As they from the traffickers who pursued them...

At fifteen she was already a mother to Mike...

She knew she had to protect him...

As the footsteps neared, she flung Mike away...

And became ensnared in the filthy hands of the enemy...

In the cramped halls, the cries of other children rang hard...

Pleas to be released and sent home...

Tanya could feel nothing, her mind was numb

Hours after being tied, the captors slept and rested...

Then a sound she knew all too well...

The first knife in the captor's throat, silence ensued

Mike was calculative and silent.

Their bonds freed, Tanya and the others slew the beasts

The hunter became the prey, and the children were now free

Like ghosts, they ran and so began, the Spectres

Tanya reared them as her own, no different than she treated Mike

They preyed on kidnappers and murderers

Tanya, their guiding light...

Tanya's code was their Bible...

A word they could ignore...

Only the guilty will die, and the innocents spared...

The Spectres, a shadowy group of vigilantes...

Began their reign of terror upon the guilty