Anyone who lived in New York knew very well that a place like Hell's Kitchen wasn't a place you go to just hang out. Hell's Kitchen housed some of the most dangerous villains in all of New York, but also housed some of the most magnificent heroes of all time. One of the most famous of these heroes being Daredevil. He, in all aspects, seemed to be an ordinary man with the handicap of blindness, though he never saw it as a handicap. Ever since he had gotten in the accident after saving a man from getting hit by a truck, allowing him instead to get hit with toxic waste, Mathew Murdock had lived life as if he weren't blind at all. Losing sight had only given him the ability to heighten all his senses, and even gave him radar like sense that took the place of sight. Of course, you probably know all this by now, so I won't waste your time with too many details, just the following ones of who I am and why I'm here. My name is Bethany Rhey, and I'm currently 18, living in Hell's Kitchen with my father Jacob Rhey. Truthfully, he isn't my father. Both my parents were killed before I was even born in an assassination performed by Kingpin, the head honcho around these parts. So this raises a very valid point: How am I alive if my mother was killed before I was born? It goes like this. It was a very dark and damp night on September 14th, 1984. My parents Leonardo and Diane Merrill were walking home when Kingpin had one of his previous assassins go after them, knowing full well that my mother was four months pregnant with me. My father was killed instantly with a shot to the head, but my mother had been shot close to the heart, and was barely alive. When the paramedics came, they realized that my mother wasn't going to make it, but didn't know what to do about me. I was too young to be born yet, but I was still alive, so they decided to perform a very risky procedure. I was to be artificially incubated for the next five months in a laboratory unknown to the average person, but a governmental branch of the hospital in New York. Soon after I was transferred there, my mother died of blood loss. After I was there, the first problem was making it so I would be strong enough to survive in conditions outside the fetus, so they injected me with an experimental drug known then as the "strengthenizer". It was a dangerous drug, especially to be tested on a four month old, not even baby yet, such as myself due to the steroids that were in it, but I did fine. I did better than fine. Soon after, my bones began to strengthen, and muscles began to form. After three months in artificial incubation, I was ready to be born into the real world. All went smoothly, and I adapted quickly into the world that had been watching me for longer than I could imagine. The government had considered me to be one of their miracles of science, and wanted to continue testing on me as I grew into a toddler, then into adolescence, but the head supervisor, my now father, Jacob Rhey, wouldn't allow it. He knew that I was a human being, and I couldn't be treated that way, so the government gave him an ultimatum: Hand me over or be shut down. He chose to be shut down, although, it didn't end there. He had about five or six followers that volunteered to help raise me into adulthood and protect me, after all, if Kingpin had been after my parents, wouldn't he eventually be after me? I was soon to find out. So that's my story as to how I came to be in this world. But the fun doesn't stop there at all. As I grew, my family at the research center found that I had an abnormal amount of strength. The chemical that I had been injected with had done something to my body so that I not only healed faster, but my reflexes were quicker, and my muscles and bones were stronger than anything they had ever seen. I began to express a talent and skill at combat when I was around twelve. I had been walking on the street after shopping, heading back home, when someone attempted to mug me. At first I was startled, not realizing my potential because the doctors had not told me of it because they wanted me to be as normal as possible, but after a quick spin to the side and a shot of my leg to his gut, he was out and I was in shock. I ran back to the lab and told Jacob, and he explained everything to me. Like why I had my strength, and what had really happened to my parents. I took it very well, actually, quickly learning ways to adjust my skills to be a lethal weapon, even taking a liking to a weapon shaped like a long pole. Jacob told me that it had been my father's before he was killed. He had gone into the apartment to find evidence of why they were killed, but he only told me of the pole. It was about five feet long, and very lightweight, but made of a very hard metal that made it easy to maneuver with and destroy with. Jacob also introduced me to a pair of spinning razor discs that I used to throw from distances, and they would come back, like a boomerang. I never thought about being any sort of "superhero" when I was young, only until about three years ago when I heard rumors of the one they called "Daredevil". My father (Jacob) told me about Daredevil and what he did. This intrigued me greatly. I finally had a way to avenge the death of my parents, which I thought was just a mugging that went wrong from what my father told me. I would finally have a way to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, and I would finally have a reason for being the person I was. My dad was very supportive of it, offering some training with a martial arts master he had once come into contact with after helping him heal from a virus while he was ill. The man's name was Chokoto Ohno, and he was vicious. He taught me every sort of technique he could in the ten months I had with him. It was non-stop training from five in the morning until ten at night, taking breaks only on Sunday and Saturday evening to meditate. As unpleasant as it may seem, it molded me into what I needed to be for what I needed to do. Dad warned me of Kingpin, and his new alias Bullseye that had been taking control of Hell's Kitchen for some time now, and that those would be the men I was after. He also told me of the free- lance assassin Elektra, the daughter of Nikolas Natchios and to be weary of her also due to her habit of killing anyone for hire. There was only one thing I was missing now; the most important thing a superhero needs. a costume and a name. While Elektra chose to keep her name while being an assassin, I decided to go a different route. I knew right away, after my years of learning in the Catholic School system, what my costume would be. Granted I've received ridicule for it, and also it's been considered too cosmetic, I thought it to be just right. What better way for a seemingly innocent girl to go about fighting crime than in a Catholic School-girl outfit? It disguised the deadliness of who I was, and it also gave me room to maneuver. I, of course, chose a skirt that worked like a tennis skirt so I could do flips and such and be comfortable. My outfit consisted of large, black, army boots with laces up the front, signifying deadliness, and the plaid skirt and white blouse to represent innocence, and too fool anyone stupid enough to judge me based on that. I kept my pole and two razor discs as my weapons of choice, mainly using the pole. Now all that was left was a name. I chose to go with Twister, due to the "destruction" I left in my wake, and my ability to spin and flip quickly numerous times. I thought it went pretty well. So now, all in all, I was ready to go. Ready to make my name known in Hell's Kitchen and ready to kick some ass.