Hey everyone! This is my first fan fic, and the first chapter. It may not be the longest, but it is just a prototype, already having thoughts of the next chapter. I am using characters from the movie, and all credits goes to the creators. I claim the OC characters, heroes, civilians, and some villains. I hope to hear from anyone who reads this chapter, all comments are welcomed!

This night of them all was different, it was probably because my ass was kicked so badly, that I forgot where the hell I was at for the moment. The room was dark, it was getting hard to breath, being that my nose was probably broken, who the fuck knows, I don't anymore I can tell you that. The rope that had my hands bound together, was digging in my skin, just rubbing deeper each time I attempted to move. My mask was still on my face, as the blood trickled out of my mouth, and my nose fluidly. These assholes that stood in front of me, just kept laughing, I could only hear the echoes that traveled inside my eardrum.

"Hero!" One of them shouted, unleashing another punch to my gut.

"Shit...!" I screamed faintly in pain, while the blood flew out of my mouth, flying outward, hitting the solid ground.

"Good, your awake. Now, I hope your ready, this is going to be the best part of the night. Well, for me not so much for you." That cocky asshole said, pulling out a revolver, checking how many bullets were in

My head was just bobbing back, then forth, trying to get my mind out of my ass. There wasn't much I can do at this point, since my hands were tied against the chair, my legs were tied as well, and at this point my body didn't feel like moving anymore. Why did being a hero seem so easy in the comics? It was probably because they had powers, which is why I wanted to become a her. To prove that heroes don't need powers like the X-men, or the justice league. Who needs to be rich like Bruce Wayne? But then again, I bet they wouldn't be getting the crap beat out of them right now.

I still remember what my dad told me, "with great power, comes great responsibility." Wait a second... that's not right at all. That's from spider-man, shit I must be close to brain dead, if I'm confusing fiction to reality now. That was probably my biggest issue in life, confusing the real to the "your just fucking insane." While I am explaining this, ask yourself: "is anything impossible nowadays?"

The gun was pressed against my temple, feeling the cold steel give me goosebumps. "That's... Co-cold... you asshole..." I said while looking at the man, my vision kept fading, but my mouth was running perfectly fine. Placing his finger on the trigger, having an overly confident smile on his face, which expressed how annoyed he had been with me, ready to get rid of my ass already. Couldn't blame him. Shit, if I had the chance, I would shoot myself also.

"Don't worry your little orange, and black head, Hannibull. It will be gone in... Now!" That dickhead announced.

If you a wondering who Hannibull is, then you've guessed it folk,. It's not the guy with the gun. I'm the dumb-ass that's strapped down to a chair, that got his ass beat like it's no bodies business. Yeah, before I was one of those people, who told anyone who believed in being a hero, that they were "bat shit crazy." I know, I was a dream crusher. Kind of like being a kid at Christmas morning, waiting for what Santa Claus got you, hearing your mother encourage you. Saying things like "look how many presents Santa got you!" Or "I wonder what Santa got you?" The same crap, then being told that he isn't real. Left you wondering if everything else you believed in was also a load of crap also, right?

Well, let's just say it took a lot of time of thinking, to get the concept of "anything is possible." If you had been let down as much as I had, you would understand, why things are hard to believe. The rush that comes at you when, you are beating the knocking the white out of a criminals teeth, it's just a feeling that couldn't be explained with words. It is also a feeling that I wouldn't want to experience, like I was a few minutes ago. Just goes to show you, that karma is indeed a bitch, folks.

You all might think, that this is just a story as regular, as any other, but I'll let you deci- BAM! A loud thunderous sound filled my ears, as I kept my eyes shut, having memories flash before my eyes. Cutting off what I had originally thought, sending my mind off track, as I quickly pictured my funeral. Hold on, before I even think of continuing on how shat my pants, let's take this story back to the beginning.