I do not own any of the Marvel Characters, though it would be nice. However, I DO own Cassandra Love heart. She is MY made-up character.

Author's Note: Okay, this is my first post, so lets see how it goes! ( Also, give me feedback!)

The girl walked up the steps, onto the old rickety porch surrounding the house, and into her parent's shabby two story home. She hoped that her mother wouldn't be drunk, but that was rarely true anymore. Sure enough, her hopes where wrong, as her mother's slurred voice came through the air.

- Cathandrraa? Cassssandrrra! Come's ere!

It took a moment for Cassandra to make out her mother's slurred speech, but she was soon standing next to the green and gray ( which was one time white) stripped, old and torn couch. Her mother had the T.V. on, a beer bottle in hand, and a cigarette in her other fingers.

- What mom?- Cassandra asked, throwing her book bag in the corner.

-Will youz bringz mme mmmy pilllls from the counther?

Cassandra walked into the kitchen, dishes pilled up in the sink, the smell horrible. Flies and spiders, along with a few mice ran ramped in the kitchen, but Cassandra was well used to that. She picked up the bag on the counter, and looked at it with disgust. She heard her father's slamming the door as he entered the house. ' Great, dad's home.' she thought, glancing at the wristwatch she had bought herself. It's neon green light read back 5:12. She knew that her father had done another drug run that day, as it was his usually days. She dumped a bit of the powder on the floor, knowing it wouldn't be missed by her incoherent mother. She then made her way back to the family room.

-Here mo...-

She stopped, looking in the direction her mother's horror stricken face to see what she was looking at. This was not her father. She glanced at the man's bloody hands, the gun held in one arm. She knew this one of her dad's clients, and the blood stated where her father was. Dead. The one word made her crumple on the inside. Sure, her father wasn't the best father in the world, but she still loved him. The sound of a bullet striking flesh, and the desperate cry of her mother, and then the clenched bottle releasing from her grasp and hitting the floor brought her back to reality. She glanced at her mother's frozen face, and the blood covering her, her mother, the couch, the walls. She then looked at the man, the silvery gun pointed at her.

- What a shame your father tried to cheat me. Now I'll have to kill you. It's a shame really.-

Cassandra heard the gun cock, and ducked low as a bullet grazed her right ear. Pain. She ignored it, and was quickly on her feet, running to the back door. She heard heavier foot steps outside. There where two of them. She quickly flung the door back, and grinned with satisfaction as she heard the man scream out loud in agony as the door smashed into his face. She then took off, the footsteps being heard behind her. They then faded. Far a moment Cassandra thought that the men had given up the chase, but the whirl of a car motor made her think different. She ran, noting the headlights coming closer, and closer. Suddenly she was flying through the air, hitting the pavement. She felt something warm and wet run down her face. Blood. She then heard the car stop, and the men coming closer.

- You can't run away-

The bang of the gun was never heard, only the screams of the men as the burned to death.