I never wanted to be a hero. Sure, when I was a kid, being a firefighter or a cop or a superhero seemed like obvious career choices. Who wouldn't want to save people? Arrest the bad guys? Be revered from every corner of the world for keeping people safe?

I never wanted to be a hero. It was never something that I wanted to do. I much preferred staying inside, reading books and letting my imagination do the traveling. And after I found the internet, that was what I preferred. There was so much I could learn at my fingertips, all it would take is a few taps, and off I could go, awed by what's possible with human ingenuity.

Of course, there was the dark side of such freedom, namely that others also had the same freedom, and instead of adding to it, poisoned it with opinions best left centuries ago when a heart-attack was considered being cursed by a witch.

And I see the face of the girl, I pretty much sacrificed myself for. She's not okay, her face marred with sadness and tear tracks will kill anyone's looks, but she's beautiful. Wide brown eyes, soft blonde hair and cheeks that make me want to go 'awww'.

There's a brief flash, and fleeting moment of pain, like having a band-aid ripped off, and then…

There was a body on the floor.

This is Alexis Snow with the Soul City News. In the last few weeks there have been repeated reports of criminal being completely eradicated with strategic precision. According to Soul City Police Department, the acts were committed by a single individual that most likely possesses unique armor and weapons making them unidentifiable.

Eye witness reports from the survivors of the attacks state that the individual in question, 'moves like a ghost and is unaffected by any type of known weapon'.

There have been five attacks that have only left a handful of survivors who had the right state of mind to surrender. It is also known that any and all civilians involved were not harmed in the slightest from whoever is committing the attacks. If anything based on the police reports, this individual has in fact placed civilian welfare as a first priority.

Police sketch artists, with the aid of witnesses, have created and released this image of the vigilante responsible for the attack on the mercenary groups.

An image of a black armored man appeared with a silver grey visor standing tall. "Police has given the unknown vigilante the name 'Maverick', for his so called 'disregard for the laws put in place and for taking the law into his own hands.

On a personal note, this journalist has to wonder; is this 'Maverick' such a bad person? He has put his life on the line to ensure than dangerous individuals are stopped before they commit dangerous acts against the public here in Soul City. Doesn't an average citizen have the right to defend their fellow person?"

For now all we can do is watch and wait. This is Alexis Snow with the Soul City News."

Detective Inspector Jake Matthews switched off the tv before turning and looking at all of the officers and detectives gathered around him. "I want to know, who the hell released this to the press!" he roared to the room making several rookie cops flinch.

"We were suppose to keep this out of the public as much as possible. Now everyone on the station will be looking at this man as some kind of a hero." said the Inspector as he put his hands behind his back. "He is not a hero. This 'Maverick', is a vigilante. There are laws in place for a reason. A citizen cannot take the law into their own hands simply because they think it is right."

Matthews looked at each of them for a moment, "I want this man found. I want him brought in and booked. I want to know where he sleeps, where he eats. I wanna know who is helping him, where he gets his information from, Hell, I even wanna know where he goes to the gents. And for Gods' sake don't let anymore information make it to the press." With that the meeting came to an end and all of the officers separated and went back to their jobs.

Detective Travis Wolff stood with his back to the wall with his arms crossed, "Six weeks, and this guy's got a reputation that's on par with a handful of The Justice League." Travis muttered shaking his head from his spot next to his fellow detective. Todd turned his head to Travis.

"Your niece Esme has a reputation that's on par with the Justice league." He muttered still bitter over an encounter with his friends niece. Travis smiled.

"She promised she'd fix your phone, she did. She only...added a few extra things,"

"She placed me on a transsexual dating website!"

The inspector finished his rant turned to them, "Wolff, Todd, any leads on this guy?" Travis shook his head, "It's like the eye witness reports have said. The man's a ghost. Comes in, deals with whoever did wrong, if there is a gang he destroys their operations, and vanishes without a trace. His suit is nothing seen in any military or corporation. Whoever he is, he's got his hands on some very powerful toys."

The Inspector nodded handing the evidence back to the detective, "Do what you can. And keep me posted when something new comes up. What is this freak up to?"

He was oblivious to the world as he lay curled up in soft warmth. Only the low dim of the sun through the window made him aware that morning had arrived.

"Grey … Grey ... Grey Thomas Scott!" A yell amplified the sounds of the dim tenfold, and the sensation that his warmth was quickly leaving rushed over him. Much to his annoyance, he realized that someone was pulling his blanket.

"….What?" he groggily groaned, screwing his eyes shut and reclaiming as much of his blanket as he could.

"Get up now! You're running late for the bus rush as is, but if you don't get moving now all hell's gonna break loose," came the reply along with a tug on his blanket, though to no avail. Grey already had a tighter hold on it than his opponent.

"….Whose trying to destroy the foundations of the society that prevents me from enjoying sleep this time, Esme?" Grey growled though it came out as more of a yawn, before successfully landing a gentle yet swift kick to Esme's fisted hand which held his blanket and resulting in the tugging of his covers cease. Once again his sheets were in his possession again, he rolled over.

"High School!"

"Please, let me die," he mumbled into the pillow.

"Well you shouldn't have stayed up late last night, what were you doing anyway?" She climbed on top of the mountain of blanket sitting on top of him.

He grinned and rolled over, she fell off the bed yelping. "Lady Noire," he mumbled.

"Ah, how is the lovely lady?" Esme managed to pull herself up from the floor.

"In jail," he felt her rise from the floor ready to tackle him. One, two, three, he jumped up making her face plant onto the mattress.

"You suck. Also I need a new computer keyboard. I kinda blew it up, well the keys got jammed if I'm being honest, and then I threw it against the wall, I was having a rage," she mumbled into the bed.

"Okay cool, let's go to school,"