Introduction

The world has its good and it's evil, but recently it seems that evil will always be triumphant. Some people have purpose, while others just want to see the world burn to the ground. With the heroes gone, crime has been at its highest. I can't stop this evil on my own. I'll probably end up getting shot or being stabbed, but I'll die before I could see the world on fire.

1. Welcome To A Clean Death

This morning there was a robbery, a gang shoot out, and a serial killer -who has still not been caught- has killed yet another family. Since I was born I've been trying to save this city, training in various martial arts, learning how people react and just how people work. But I wasn't really looking to get killed at an early age without any powers. Good always defeats evil, but absolute evil defeats the good. Learned that from English class. "Wade take those earphones out now!" What a fucking bitch she's always on me. "Yes, Mrs. Ganes." I can't believe I actually listened to her, I guess that's what power feels like being able to tell whoever you want whatever you want to tell them. The more I listen to the police department's radio the more disgusted I become, I guess it's good Mrs. Ganes told me to take out my earphones.

"Now Mr. Wallace can you tell me your thoughts on the representation of ethnic groups, racial groups, genders and any other thing that has trouble represented in the media." "Well, I feel media can never represent a group correctly, women can be strong people... I know many women that could kick my ass, but in the media they're usually the damsel in distress. Black people are always represented as the source of the problem media talks about the ghetto like they know it. Middle eastern people are not all terrorist but after 9/11 what do we think about them? The media cannot be what we use to think about people." I tried so hard to answer that question because it's really what I think. Yet no one in my class was listening all of them were stoners who were too high to understand anything I said or robots who only went to school to get everything right.

I have to go school because my uncle can't see me doing drugs and getting into a gang, I answer with purpose not for points. The classes phone starts to ring and you can hear Mrs. Ganes say something under her breath.

"What do you mean you need me now? Relax. Okay I'm coming." She hangs up the phone and turns to the class.

"I'll be looking for a sub, I have to uh… go somewhere. Wait here and do not leave the classroom." She runs out the classroom like it was a life or death situation. The stoner's were all asleep or so out of it they were still reacting to the last lesson, and the robots were studying for their next class. I was alone, in a class of about 40 students I was alone. I put my earphones in and started to listen to the radio "We have our main man live at the scenes of the most recent murder of the Jensens family down by RailWay St." Damn thats pretty close nearby I thought. I look around and see all the dead faces of these people and just thought I'm not gonna do anything here. I get up from my seat and make my way to the door. "What are you doing?" some kid named Wolfgang not a robot nor a stoner but was quiet and very uninspiring asked.

"Does it matter? What are you going to do?" I say barely looking at him.

"I'm actually going to end up dying in here of boredom and you're not a stoner or an alien so I mean anywhere you're going can't be as bad as in here."

"I'm going to the house of a murdered family." I said actually looking at him this time.

"Then so am I."

"Wolfgang I'm going to investigate the Jensens house when we get there. So if you want to leave now is probably the best time." I told him looking straight ahead at the massive house with cop cars and caution tape all around it.

"What do you think you're going to achieve by going into that house? Even if somehow you find out who did this, that person probably already payed off the cops and is just going to murder the next family. I don't know you that well but I know you aren't a hero."

I look at him and nod "I may not be a hero now. But I'm definitely going to be the one to lead this godforsaken hell hole of a city to a better time."

I told him straight to his face this time.

"Look Wolfgang I have nothing. If I die trying to help this city it's better than dying not doing anything at all."

I start walking towards the house, just outside of the range of the cops and news vans and the crowd of people. There was a way in but I had to sneak into the neighbor's house. Everyone focused on the house so getting through the neighbor's' front gate was easy. I walked deeper into the residence. There was a normal metal barred fence, luckily no spikes at the top; would hate to have that up my ass. It was easy to climb the hard part was what I was going to do over it. I took 5 seconds to look at my surroundings. A staircase that led to a second floor balcony, a door that led to I'm guessing the garage, and a door that led to the kitchen. That was not an option I saw through the windows the cops were standing there. I guess second floor balcony was my only option. There was a glass door with a screen behind it, locked.

"God damn these bastards were rich. What the fuck did they do for a living?" I heard a cop say from outside in the yard.

"I heard they were drug dealers." The other cop said.

The other cop starts laughing like he was choking on something.

"Okay maybe not all of them. But I heard Nikolav Jensen was a drug kingpin made millions all over the world, from Denmark to over here in America."

"Yeah and his 10 year old daughter was his right hand girl. They still didn't need to murdered it was so clean but they were murdered like they were animals. I mean it's a shame Nikolav was a piece of ass kind of turns me on.." I hear a zipper go down.

"Bill not here we're on the clock and a family just got murdered."

"This cock isn't going to suck itself."

Jesus Christ are they going to seriously fuck out here? Aw man I need to get inside this house! I found a hair pin probably from the daughter. I started to toy around with the lock eventually opening, didn't think having a criminal father would have helped in life. I take out my phone start recording the room; seems like the couple's bedroom. I start searching around to see if I could find anything that might help me find out who this psychopath is. First, I around the bed space. The drawers empty. No bedsheets on the bed. This did not seem right at all. Second place I looked was the closet but of fucking course it was locked. I didn't spend my time trying to open it yet because there was still more to look for, there was a drawer that seemed like it was forced open. Obviously came out easily enough. There was an envelope ripped open but with the letter still inside, this serial killer had a reason for all these murders and it was in this envelope... it had to be.

I take out the letter from inside "Meet at the stadium at midnight, bring the merchandise." I thought maybe, just maybe that this "psychopath" was just here to kill drug dealers and he's doing the job I want… Way more effectively. Then I remembered he killed the kids, I mean you can argue they could have wanted revenge... But they were still kids… I'm going to go to the only stadium in this city, and I'll see if that psychopaths finds himself there.

There's a silence, the wind outside smashing the windows. The doors to the front facing balcony slam open. I hear the door behind me creek quietly.

"You shouldn't be here…" I hear a faint voice behind me. I turn around to see a skinny pale man holding a Glock 18.

"You SHOULD NOT BE HERE!" He yells aiming the gun at me. Curiosity killed the cat I guess… but satisfaction brought it back.

"Hey, chill man. You probably shouldn't be here either. So lets turn around around and forget this ever happened." Approaching him slowly with my right hand up.

*BOOM*

I start feeling a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I just got shot… he has another 9 bullets in his gun. If I run fast enough maybe he'll miss his next 9 shots. Time starts to slow down for me like I'm about to die like it was me savouring my last moments of my life.

*BOOM*

I see the bullet coming… and time hasn't come back to normal speed. I dodged the bullet. What the fuck just happened I thought. Time came back to normal speed the pale white man is almost scared as if he saw me dodge the bullet. He shoots again. I can't hear anything and I see the bullet stopped in mid air, what the fuck is actually happening I think to myself. I move around the bullet and grab the man's hand. I hear screaming from outside, they must have heard the gun. I disarm the man by breaking his wrist and then slam his head into the nearest wall behind him. I see the cops that were fucking up the stairs, I put up my hoodie so they can't see my face. I freeze. What do I do… there is no safe way out. Cops behind me, cops under me, and a balcony 35ft drop with 15+ people in the driveway.

Run… Run… I thought to myself.

"RUN… RUN." Yelling at myself freeing my muscles up.

Run straight to the balcony. Fuck me. there was a SUV right in front of the balcony I guess that would be the safest way to uh… not die?

"FUCK YOU MRS. GANES!" I yell jumping off the balcony. I land right on top of the SUV it fucking hurt. rolled right off, I could feel the moment when I broke 2 or 3 of my ribs. I see the cops from the first floor run out the door way and I see the cops from the second floor reach the balcony, I look at them at an angle so they can't see my face through my hood and flip them off. One of the cops took his gun and shot at me missing. I start running through the crowd, the cop still shooting. Still missing.

"Hayward you fucktard stop shooting! What are you retarded?"

I look back while running across the street and a black tinted 4 runner almost runs me over.

*HONK HONK*

The car rolls down it's tinted window.

"ARE YOU GETTING IN OR SHOULD I JUST LET YOU GET SHOT?!" It's Wolfgang! IT'S WOLFGANG? Why is Wolfgang helping me? I open the back door and jump in he starts driving as fast as he can.

"Where the fuck are you going? We're not going to lose them with this car it's the most suspicious looking car I've ever seen! Where did you even get this car? Why did you come back?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I know a place. I'll lose them. I stole this car down the street. I don't know."

My heart is beating the fastest it's ever has. I completely forget I got shot, I look at the gun wound. I need to stop the bleeding, I take off my hoodie and start wrapping it around my shoulder. Fucking hurt. The car stops, I don't know where we are, and I'm still bleeding.

"Alright Wolfgang on a scale of 1 to 10 how fucked are we?"

"0"

I got out of the car and I found myself on the top of a multi-level parking lot looking out at the city. It was snowing, in the middle of October. Cop cars were driving around the city playing cat and mouse.

"Tell me what happened in there man. I want to help." Wolfgang says, looking at my gunshot wound.

I look at him and take out the letter I found at the house.

"I need to go there. I'll find out who this murderer is and sabotage this drug operation."

Wolfgang looks at me for a second and looks out to the city.

"Do you remember the last time the climate has changed so drastically and so randomly. Supers were alive, and this city was more than just a city of buildings and lights. It was a society, a community, a haven. Somewhere no one could be hurt." Wolfgang looks back at me. His eyes blue as the sky, abruptly changed to a dark red. "But I can't let you find this murderer, Terry."

I start to feel cold.. I look down to my stomach, a knife straight into my gut. From Wolfgang.

"I am the change in this world. I am mankind's next evolution, and I can't let someone as naive like you stop me."

he drags the knife to the right spilling out my guts. I can see my own guts. I'm actually going to die to someone I fucking trusted. My final words were, "Fuck you Wolfgang, I'm going… to… I'm going to haunt you, you fucking pig." trouble saying my final words with a breath in between

"The dead don't scare me."

"I'm going t-..." I can't finish my sentence. He slits my throat and I feel cold steel knife drag through my skin. No more words. No more thoughts. Only the cold snow falling onto me. Only death.