A/N: I never thought I'd ever actually get to write on of these. But a fan requested it and I had to give something back. I'd do anything for my adoring fans. I know I could totally be working on another one of my fan fictions, but I'm a slacker. It's kind of our whole thing. That, and I have writer's block. So any suggestions on how any of our stories should go would be awfully helpful.
Any who…
Thank this myOTHERaccount person for suggesting to my editor to do this. I'm running in circle like a fan girl while writing this!
One of the weird perks to being a superhero was this: bus rides where always free.
I'm not sure when I noticed this, it just became obvious when I would be stranded in the middle of Jump City without the R-Cycle, in need of a lift, when one of them would be at a bus stop waiting for me. I would be so tired from whatever had just happened, I never really noticed that I never had to pay and that I always just got a smile as the bus driver would thumb me back to a seat.
It was the night after we had defeated Mad Mod, on the fourth of July that it came to my attention. Maybe it was because old people got to sleep a lot, as I got to know about right away. Being old and helpless is something I'm not going to do for quite a long time, I can tell you that.
But anyway, back to this whole bus ordeal.
I tried paying this time, but the driver, a plump woman in her forties, just said, "Darling, you've never had to pay for the bus ride before, why would I start doing that to you now? Especially since you just saved our city again?"
Okay, so I didn't notice it, but I would have…eventually…
So I plopped my spandex-covered butt down in the seat farthest from the front and let out a big sigh. Half of the bus was full, and not a lot of them were near me. It was a relief, because usually every time I went out in public with the superhero outfit on, adoring fans trampled me. Many of which used the fact I was in the costume that fit well to every curve to molest me.
Sometimes, it's not the villain that defeats the hero; it's the indulgent mob surrounding he or she.
Really, I just wanted to get home and sleep off the kidnap-y feeling. But, the Hands of Fate never were on my side. I heard a scream, one the whole bus could hear. The passengers looked up from their relaxed states, tried to find the source of the screaming, and then looked at me.
Just flipping' great.
So I just went back to the whole "I am an invincible force" routine and jumped off the bus in the general direction of the scream.
I ran down at least three alleys before finding someone. And they were not in very good shape. It was a woman, laying face down in an odd angle. Her limbs were fanned out and bending in the right places, but it still looked pretty bad. I walked closed and saw that she was bleeding from the neck, and from the amount spilled on the ground, she was dead. But to reassure myself, I checked her pulse and breathing to check that they were not working any longer. When nothing moved, I stepped back and looked at the woman pitifully. The sight of the body like that was pretty repulsive and the smell wasn't doing much to help either.
I tried looking around for her attacker, but it was too dark, and I couldn't really see anything. Even the wound on the lady was hard to see. Normally, I was able to identify what type of weapon used by the laceration found whenever we had the odd murder, but tonight was a different case.
I sighed and rubbed my hands over my masked eyes before I reached into my belt and took out the communicator. I was in the process of turning it on when something knocked it out of my hand.
I had my head tilted down to peer at the screen and so I looked up in shock before seeing a fist fly through the air at my face. At the last second, I dodged and brought out my Bo-staff and got into my normal stance. It was pretty much useless, though. Seeing as how I couldn't see anything anymore since the fist had pushed me into the darkness of a shadow in the ally.
I felt two hands grip my shoulder and pull me close. It caught me off guard and I didn't exactly expect it. It felt like the person was trying to hug me.
So imagine my surprise when I heard a voice near my ear whisper before going to my neck. It was deep and masculine and obviously a man's voice.
"I'm sorry," was all I heard before a sharp prick made itself present in my heck.
Everything after that went dark.
A/N: this is so cliché-d, it actually adds on to the goody-ness of the fan fiction. Please review because that's all I live for! (And the occasional pocky/ramen combo)
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