Dazzler Noir

She was framed pure and simple. Accused of the mass murder of the hundred and four people that attended her concert.

Nobody cared about justice. Just getting their pound of flesh. HER flesh. But Alison Blaire wasn't gonna just stand by and look pretty while they railroaded her to the gas chamber.

Cut off from her team. No friends to count on. She was on her own against odds no sane gambler would bet against. The whole world was after her. The law. The super set. Any vigilante with a shoot first attitude. Both the homosapien and the mutant sides of the fence wanted her dead. The latter because she allegedly made things much tougher for them.

But the Dazzler was a dame used to bucking the trend. Stubborn as a brick wall she was going to find out the truth. She was going to find the killer.

Using what few clues she had Dazzler put the pieces of the puzzle together. She discovered the identity of the real killer. Now all she had to do was find her.

Unfortunately a bounty hunter, one of several hired by the mastermind behind it all, was able to get the drop on her. Ambushed, Dazzler was finally captured.

Now, holed up in a motel, Dazzler lay a bound captive. Waiting helplessly for the true murderer of one hundred and four people to show up and add her to the tally personally.

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