This is my first story, ever. Like, in my entire life! I have never written more than four pages before and that was for schoolwork- But as a friend once said 'you really don't have to be an author to write as long as you're good at reading the stories of other people, since there is no more inspiration to be found than there.' And really, OCs?! Yeah, right! That will definitly work!

No seriously, I'm sorry for the OCs but I try my best to keep them to a minimum- but with a great script comes a greater sacrifice! Please stay with me 'til the end. And good luck to all you awespiring authors!

Have you ever got the feeling that whenever you try to help- always ends with you in hell?

Rachel was having just that feeling while running.

She had already gone trough this several times already. Each time she even thought about stopping, going against the flow only became harder. The need to do good while trying to keep a neutral part in the war that usually plagued Gotham daily was taking its toll on Rachel.

Bruises, cuts and a scarred mind was all she ever gained. What she lost was an altogether different story though, a story were friends could be included. You'd think by growing up in a city like Gotham would stifle that heroic pull but it only grew stronger in her mind every day.

Every. Day.

Rachel had always known about her desires, her wants and needs- or so she thought. The need to be a hero. The want to stand beside such legends as the Batman or Superman himself was a common dream, but for Rachel the desire to be a hero was more than common. She was- how cheesy it ever may sound, 'ready for everything'. Or so she thought.

This time she'd been trying to save a kid.

A kid she barely knew.

She remembered seeing the typical 'bullies-threatening-a-kid-in-the-schoolyard-situa tion' about an hour after school's ended. Her instincts kicked in before she could react- She'd ran forward and sucker punched the 'leader' in the face before she even knew what she was doing. If she hadn't recognized the guy before she sure as hell wouldn't now.

Rachel had actually expected being chased. Being hunted down by a group of merciless wolves that only wanted to please their pack master would be an expected event. But she must say she took it cool. Like, it wasn't like they would kill her after she got caught, right?

Right?!

"What's wrong with me? Why am I even doing this in the first place? Doesn't this city have enough of heroes already!?",Rachel thought while running on- 'such myths as the Batman and his notorious sidekicks, how come they never saved her hide while she was fighting for their sake. For justice.'

"This is ridiculous! Why should I have to feel ashamed of feeling to do good?"

Come to think about it, she had been running quite a while now, the streetlights were becoming brighter and brighter while the sun was setting behind her. Soon the dark alleys would be creeping with shadows, rats and drug dealers.

"Come back her you bitch!", the screaming of the bullies brought Rachel's thoughts back. If she didn't do anything soon they would catch up to her and...she dared not think about it right now and shuddered while panting hard.

A quick turn to the left caught the followers off guard and the sound of bodies colliding left a smirk on Rachel's face. The smile vanished instantly though when she realized that the alley ended in a dead end.

"Oh shit!"

Looking at both sides as she tries to find a hiding place when she spots the kid she tried to save earlier from the notorious bullies, trembling behind a trashcan.

"What are you doing here!? Get out of here!", before they find us both, she thought bitterly.

Unfortunately for the both of them the restless pack of bullies seemed to pass by their hiding place during that exact moment and judging by the sound of feet who just stopped- they had a pretty good idea of their location.

"Well, well, well- Look who we got here!" The leader, or so Rachel would guess- judging by the black eye, said sounding both triumphant and excited.

"You're lucky I'm not one of those delinquents who would prefer pain before 'punishment'", he smiled wickedly and pulled out a knife, "'cause you see, I'm at the top of my grade and my parents are gonna wonder were I got this and as such, your 'punishment' will be more than severe", he said with a knack against his black eye, "and I just can't let you go spilling my secret now can I?" he said as he slowly crept closer, knife in hand while the others just watched- Blood hadn't been spilled for a while and they were thrilled.

Rachel was slowly reaching her stress-limit and while her blood pounded loudly against her ears she could barely hear herself say something in the lines of, "But what about him?".

Turning to the small boy, still trembling against the corner of the dumpster the older boy holding a knife just chuckled.

"Oh him- I can just feed him to my dog when I'm done with you. He even looks like food already so what difference does it make?!"

"That is a lie!"

The boy stumbled back, a bit startled at her tone of voice but quickly recollected himself.

"That is a lie! There is a clear difference between food and people. Innocent people like him! They- People are not your playthings, not as long as I live! Over my body I'll let you-", I did not know were that came from. I do not know why I said that and I sure as hell didn't know why I even started.

But one thing was clear. It was over now.

With a knife in my stomach.

I feel as I slowly fall over, the knife still in the boy's hand being slowly pulled out allowing a free flow of my precious blood, leaving my body in streams.

It feels weird. Kinda fuzzy around the edges but not really painful. What hurts though is the face of the little boy that I tried to protect earlier.

He is all alone now.

His frightened face in the pale light, gazing at my lifeless body, fills me with such sorrow. In my whole life of wanting to be a superhero, or at least a hero, the only life I ever tried to save, I failed. Because I couldn't be a hero.

My murderer looms over my body and as he turns to the next victim something incredible happens, or so I think.

As the smaller boy frantically tries to back away from the older boy drawing closer with his weapon drawn, time seems to stop. As a light envelops my body and a high-pitched sound fills my ears, rendering my senses useless, I feel a voice. Inside of me.

The voice is calling me. Calling my name.

"Rachel, I have seen you. Seen you as you are- I have seen your hopes, your dreams and your ambition for a better world", the voice pauses for a second, "I can help you, Rachel, I know you better than you know yourself and I know that you could make a great hero, my great hero! Join me and my cause and I will grant you a power that you could only dream of."

The voice within me is pulling at my core, never in my life, or afterlife have I wanted something so badly. To be a hero and the power to make everything right! Maybe I should feel more suspicious but I don't- I won't give up my dream, not yet! Not while I have so much to still live for!

"Forgive me... I accept, but who are you?"

"Child, for you I am your deepest desire and wish, though no wish is stronger than mine. You may call me, Wishmaster."

And as the voices faded the scream of a long forgotten boy sounded in the night.