Me: This is a lot darker than usual. Well this takes place in an Alternate universe. Where Wordgirl faces a lot harder crime, basically dealing with guns and other weapons. So yeah here it is! I do not own Wordgirl!
Wordgirl's POV
Being a superhero sounds like a great thing when you start out. When I first started I wasn't afraid. I faced off with robots, The Butcher, Two-Brains, and lots more. All were easy. I'd rarely ever got into life-threatening situations. Then when I came about 14, I learned about a whole different kind of villains. A kind that killed. I remember my very first time dealing with them…
I heard the bank alarm go off. I didn't think any unusual. I was home alone, Bob was on a date with Bosco, and so I decided to go alone. I changed into Wordgirl and headed off. I stormed into the building and yelled "Stop right there!" To my astonishment it was none of the usual villains.
A man with a gun yelled "On the ground now with the others before I shoot!" Everyone on the ground looked anxiously at me urging me to do something.
I was shocked by the weapon. I knew what it was; it just was bewildering I was facing a man with one. My instinct told me to stand my ground. "Look, sir, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." I said making a small advancement toward the man. "Just put the gun down."
The man yelled again. "Look, kid, this isn't a toy! Step any closer and I will shoot you." There was a hint of terror in the man's voice as he fumbled with the gun a bit before pointing it straight at me.
To tell you the truth, I had no clue what to do. I'd never had experienced anything like that before, and I was terrified at that second, and I made the worst mistake of trying to step closer to calm the man down. "Sir, please, just put-" I was silenced by a shot. I turned away the minute I heard the shot, as a new pain shattered into my body. I fell to the ground and looked at my wound. I nearly cried at the pain, as I watched red blood flutter to the surface of my arm. A terrible thought rushed to my head that moment; If I didn't turn away the bullet would have hit my heart.
"I warned you kid! Now stay there with the rest, while I get my withdrawal." He snickered a bit at the remark. He then proceeded to start stuffing money into bags. He mused to himself, "By the time I'm gone, I'm sure the paramedics will take care of you. If they get here on time, that is."
I can't tell you how much I wanted to lie there. I just wanted to stay there and did as told, but my superhero instincts kicked in. I zoomed at supersonic speed, feeling unbearable pain as I flew. I tied him up with the gun he had injured me with. I smirked a bit, and tried to keep my confident attitude. "I'm not an ordinary kid," I told him. " And I can't wait to see you in jail." The police came in as I started to feel weak. I looked at my arm, and noticed the plethora of blood coming out of the wound. I then blacked out. Later I woke up in the hospital. My dad, brother, mother, and bob were there looking over me.
"Oh, Becky, you're alright!" My mom yelled.
I stopped for a second, when did they find out. "Bob?" I turned my head weakly over to my trusted friend.
"I told them," He explained in monkey. "They needed to know what happened to their daughter."
"Honey, why didn't you tell us?" My father asked quietly.
"I did." I said, pain filling my body with every word. "You never believed me."
"I'm sorry pumpkin. I'm just glad you're all right." My dad added.
"Honey, I need you to promise me something." My mother said holding my hand.
"What Mom?" I asked quietly.
"I want you to promise us you'll give up being Wordgirl." My mom said.
Fear pumped through my veins as she said that. "NO!" I yelled out. My family looked at me shocked. "I can't! Who will protect the city?"
"Let the adults do this." My mother continued. Her voice was like ice as she said "Honey you were lucky you didn't die after this. Please I don't want you to get hurt."
I looked down away from my family. "I'd love to Mom, I really would, but I can't. I know that this is dangerous, trust me I've been in situations like this. I promise I'll be careful. That's about the best I can do,"
A silence swept over us for a few minutes before my dad added, "Fine honey, but I swear, if you ever get hurt like this again, no more. Got it?"
"I get it." I said solemnly.
Yeah, that promised didn't survive. As crime got nastier so did my bruises. It's hard to be careful when avoiding getting shot at. Either way, things just got worse after this.
Me: Yeah, I can't believe I wrote this. It just came to me and it kept coming and coming. I might actually continue this. Well, please review and tell me what you think.