Chapter 1

Inside the Police Station

Today, like most days, the station is filled with the bustle of people. People are ether typing, talking on phones or doing some other police related business. Numerous crimes had been reported throughout the day, so many, that the smaller crimes that had happened that day would not be dealt with until weeks later. The officials of this city had, however, gotten use to this type of operation. The city, no, not just the city, the whole world has been going through an high bout of crime, crime caused by super powered beings. In some way or another certain people (or non-human beings) obtained abilities greater then that of normal people. Some of these beings decided to use their powers for illegal acts; the only ones who can stop them most of the time are those who also have extraordinary powers.

For the most part the superheroes were able to keep them at bay, but it became difficult when the number of villains started to multiply exponentially. That is when the super villains start to band together, making it become nearly impossible to stop them. Groups that were composed of a few super villains (very few teams had more then ten) were called super gangs. They would work together to take over towns, run large underground crime rings and sometimes just did petty larceny. Many citizens feared them and gave into their demands whatever they may be.

However, the situation now is not as bad as it was then as crime has significantly lowered in recent years. The heroes, through a combination of well thought out strategies, good co-operation and perhaps a little luck, made strides in their resistance against the super gangs. Despite this, many places were still as busy as they were before, like this Police Station.

A man with a long tan trench coat on, matted black hair, and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth, is going largely unnoticed as he entered the police station. No one even glances at the ten-year-old girl struggling in his grasp. Her dark brown hair is a mess and she wears what looks to be a dirty old grey sweater. She also wears a sort of a make-shift skirt made from a large ripped white t-shirt. She frowns as she tried to pry the fingers off of her wrist, they don't budge an inch.

He pulled her towards a small lounge like area in the middle of the department. The room was empty except for a few chairs. The top half of the walls are made of glass windows, the three doors of the room are made of glass as well.

After the man got her in the lounge he let her go and closed the door behind them. She tried to reach each door of the room, but each time the man stood in her way. When she saw that there was no way around the large man, she sat down on one of the chairs. Sitting there, she gripped the edge of the chair and looked angrily into the eyes of the man who brought her there.

The man sighed and scratched his head. He hated having to deal with kids, especially little girls. He wasn't good with kids and people always looked at him like he was the bad guy when he had to deal with them. It didn't help that he had the appearance of a bad guy with his rough shaped chin and his gruff demeanour (chasing after a little girl doesn't help much ether). What was worse was that the girl had taken his hat and refused to tell him where she put it. He kneels down and looks her straight in the eye.

"Listen kid, I'm just trying to do my job." he says sternly; he pauses to see if she would say anything. She doesn't so he continues but this time in a softer voice, "and part of my job is to make sure that kids like you don't get hurt running around the city. Do you understand?"

The little girl still doesn't say anything and does not stop angrily staring at him.

"Hey, Harvey! What are you doing?" a voice suddenly called out. The man named Harvey turns around to see a woman in a red jacket and a long black ponytail, poking her head through one of the doors. She holds a phone in her right hand while covering the speaker with her left.

"Dealing with what I think is a runaway." Harvey replied.

"You're dealing with a runaway while you have a mur- um, while you have other cases to do." she said, changing her sentence part way through. She didn't want to scare the girl with talk of murder. However, the little girl doesn't seem to notice as she is wrapped in her own silent tantrum. "I have Matt Jenkins on the phone and he needs to talk to you." the woman continues, tilting the phone in his direction as she speaks.

"Okay, look after the kid will yeah."

"What? No, I have work to do. I'm not babysitting."

"It's okay, I'll do it, I have time." A third voice chimes in.

The two turn their heads to see a white haired man coming through one of the doors. He has a trench coat on that is a lighter colour then Harvey's and a moustache that is as white as his hair.

"I'll watch the kid. Bullock, go take the phone call but make it quick, I'm waiting on a phone call myself." the white haired man said quickly and authoritatively.

"Okay." Bullock says taking the phone from Yin as they both made their way out. After the door shuts behind them the girl spoke.

"I didn't do anything." she muttered staring at the floor.

The man looks at her from the corner of his eye before turning so he directly faced her. She looked up at him waiting for him to say something. All he did was tilt his head to the left to indicate he wanted to hear her explanation.

"I was just minding my own business when that guy started yelling at me. I got scarred so I ran and then he caught me and brought me here even though I didn't do anything!" she shouted all this while hunched over, staring at the floor and swinging her legs back and forth.

The man just stared blankly at her before chuckling. The girl look up at him and frowned. He stopped chuckling.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Why do you care?"

"Well, I'd like to know so I just don't have to call you kid or girl. Unless, of course, you want me to call you kid or girl."

"… It's Mira."

"Okay Mira, where are your parents?"

"Why does everyone always ask that?" she mumbles, the man hears it but chose not to comment on it. "Why do you want to know?" she asks clearly.

"I want to know," he pauses to look at his watch before continuing, "because I want to help you, and I can't do that if I don't know where your parents are."

"Humph, you don't want to help me. If any one wanted to help me they would give me a ticket out of this stinking town. That would be real helpful."

The man frowned gravely at that. He was about to comment on it when his cell phone rang. He looked at his phone then he looked through one of the glass windows of the room. Bullock looked like he was almost done with his phone call. He quickly fuddled around in his pockets until he found what he was looking for.

"Here. If you ever need help or someone to talk to, call me." the man said while handing her his card.

She took it and started to read all the text on it. She was puzzled by the word 'commissioner'. she wondered what did that mean. By the time she looked back up the man was in the other room on his cell phone.

Bullock, done with his phone call, was about to go back into the room when the Commissioner stops him.

"Her name's Mira." the Commissioner says while closing his hand over the speaker.

"What?" Bullock says.

"That's what the girl said, her name is Mira."

"Oh, thanks." Bullock said before the Commissioner waves him away.

The Commissioner started to zone out while the man on the other end of the call was prattling on about his kids (this phone call was not suppose to be about this man's kids, the Commissioner was not sure how this conversation had turned into one). Why had he given that girl his card? He blamed his action on his weakness for kids. His fatherly instinct tended to override his logic skills. If she needed help she could get it from an officer or more likely a social worker. He would be to be busy to help her if she needed it any ways. Bullock's voice interrupted his train of thought.

"Hey, where'd she go?" asks Harvey, looking around him as he stands in the now empty lounge room.