Year: 2183
Location: Vancouver, Canada
It was a normal day so far. Business as usual. Peaceful. There wasn't really too much danger, except for maybe every now and then. It was Canada, after all.
Jane Shepard sat alone in her small apartment. She flipped through the channels and stopped on number 84, The Vancouver News Network. Suddenly, a red alert.
"Attention viewers. A mysterious being has appeared over the city and has begun to cause catastrophic levels of destruction. The being has already destroyed many homes and businesses. The Alliance is currently sending in troops to contain the situation."
Hopefully everyone will make it out okay, Shepard thought to herself.
A crew member on the news rushed into the frame, handed the reported a note, then proceeded to quickly scurry off.
"I see. According to this report, all Alliance troops sent in have been decimated. Vancouver currently prays for a miracle."
I guess I'll go.
The creature attacking the city began to approach a little boy who'd been cowering, sobbing, and crying for his mommy. He pulled his gray hoodie over his head as a means of protection. The creature lifted up it's armament, pointed it at the little boy, and pulled the trigger in satisfaction. Much to its surprise, once the weapon had fired, the child was no longer in it's range. It looked over its shoulder and noticed a woman, clad in a camo body suit, combat boots, and a brown cape, huddled over the little boy.
"Don't worry. You're safe now," Shepard reassured the little boy.
"Who the hell are you?" the creature gurgled.
"Me? I'm just a woman who's a hero for fun."
"Oh, really? What kind of half-assed back story is that?"
"What does it matter? What kind of hell did you crawl out of," Shepard insulted.
"I am a Scion. One of many, in fact. I was created to wreak havoc on Earth. No one will be able to stop me. No one will be able to the army of Scions coming soon. And no one, I mean NO ONE, will be able to st-"
Suddenly the creature was cut off by a blast to the face from Shepard's fist, disintegrating his head instantly.
Shepard stood in silence for a moment before dropping to her knees.
"All it took was one punch... DAMN IT!"
That night Shepard made a trip to the grocery store, purchased some ingredients, and returned to her apartment and made herself a dinner of steak and broccoli. As she cooked she could hear the news in the background.
"Tonight's headline, Unknown hero saves Vancouver from disgusting creature. More on that at 10 o'clock."
"Unknown, huh?"
As the news report continued on in the background, she began to reminisce about the day she decided to become a hero.
Jane Shepard was on her way home from yet another failed job interview when she was knocked to the ground by a man who'd bumped into her. The man who'd charged her had toppled over, himself. Yet he quickly recovered and continued to run.
Once Shepard recovered she noticed a middle aged woman running after the man as quickly as she could, yet she was quite obviously unable to keep up.
"Someone help," the woman begged. "That man is getting away with my purse!" Shepard, acting almost instinctually, began to chase after the man. The robber, noticing this, began to speed up. She tracked the man to an ally and tackled him down, yet much to her dismay, he had two other helpers waiting for him in the ally with a skycar. One of the men, much taller and much stronger than Shepard, plopped her off of his buddy and threw her to the ground like she was a feather.
"Ha! This puny female, fighting for justice. What a joke." The man helped his buddy off the ground and snatched the purse from his hands. He dug inside, and pulled out the credit chit. He threw the purse on top of Shepard. "This is all we need. You can give the old lady her purse back. We just needed the credits. Hehehe."
The men hopped back into the vehicle, and before peeling off, left Shepard with a few insulting words. "Don't try to play the hero. That's not a woman's job."
"Yeah, stick to cooking in the kitchen," the third guy, whose presence had been unnecessary, threw in from the back seat. They all laughed before peeling off in their blue skycar.
I'll show you what a woman can do, Shepard thought to herself as she stood up and wiped the blood off of her mouth with the back of her right arm.
She exited the ally with the woman's purse in her hand.
"Oh God! Thank you so much for getting my purse back," the woman thanked.
"Unfortunately, they took the credit chit. I'm so sorry..."
The woman looked obviously dismayed, yet she thanked Shepard anyway for trying and putting her life on the line for her purse.
That day Shepard promised herself she'd never let another enemy escape, and the very next day she began a workout regime so rigorous that her face began to crack open and show nasty scars from the stress it was putting on her body.
That was just three years ago. Now she's become so strong she can take out any enemy with one punch.
She could hear the news continuing in the background, yet she didn't care to listen anymore.
She flipped off the television and continued her meal in silence.
