Hey there. The name's Disturbia. I don't have any major powers, though I wish I did. I like to imagine that I hold the power of electricity and I can generate sparks whenever I want to. My weapon is a thunderbolt... not an actual one, I mean, it's like a really sharp boomerang. But a realistic advantage to my superhero ability is that I'm able to see in the dark very clearly, no matter what. I'm able to leap, climb, and run pretty easily.

Behind this superhero alias, I'm just a plain young girl living in the small town of South Park among Colorado. I can't really say who I am, because... well, that's just how it is. But that's all I'm going to say.

I've always wanted to help people practically ever since I was born. As a superhero, I lived up to that expectation. I think I got most of who I am from my very own mother. I had her long straight blonde hair that fell past the shoulders. Blue eyes. Somewhat pale skin. Dark lashes. And a heart filled with generosity.

My mother was my guardian angel who was always there for me when I needed it. She was my role model. See, I looked up to her, maybe it was the way she would give to the poor by donating to charities, or stopping in the middle of the road on her way home or elsewhere just to give a homeless person change or even a bag of groceries just to help them out. She was truly an angel sent down from the heavens.

I thought she was going to be here forever. I thought that for the rest of her life, she would just keep helping and helping others until her time came to pass on. But it was far too early.

She just died right there. In the midst of everything. It was the end of continuous inspiration.

My life was spiraling downwards; I was going absolutely crazy. I needed her guidance. For several months, my mind was nothing but a black abyss of confusion and disturbance... but somehow, I managed...

when I came to the realization that I needed to carry on her life somehow. Like it was my duty or something for her spirit to live on in me. I felt the need to obligate myself to do exactly what she did. So I did.

And that's how I became Disturbia, the only female vigilante of the town of South Park. I don't recall any female superheroes around here, so I guess that's behind one of my motivations of being a superhero. On a side note, I moved here after my mom died. It kinda upsetted me on how empty and desolate the town seemed, hidden behind all the mountains and nothing but a few small buildings here and there along with some houses. I remember when I saw the first crime being committed in an alley way and I had to put a stop to it.

After putting a stop to several crimes committed in the town, I was finally noticed. I'm usually seen wearing a dark black cape and a tight purple frilly-spandex-dress kinda thing. I have black fingerless gloves and black boots that help me get anywhere I need to go. I have a scar below my eye that I cover up with a black lightning bolt. It's a depressing flaw that I need to hide, plus it'll help maintain my secret identity.

Along the way of being a heroine, I've met countless enemies and allies at the same time. I've fought with evil and the good. I've made mistakes, been irritated as hell, and I've felt just as confused as I was when my guardian angel passed away. One of the reasons being that the Coon, enemy and friend at the same time, was in denial of having me going around trying to save the small town of Colorado from seemingly small dangers. He wanted to put an end to me.

Then, it was Professor Chaos trying to woo me over on his side with the help of General Disarray, due to the intense chaos going on at that same time between him and the real good superheroes. There were a series of twists and turns and good decisions and bad decisions, whether it meant saving people in the process or killing them. Or even betraying the ones you thought you had their trust in.

But on my way, trying to save people from the brink of death or attack or just plainly trying to forge or reconcile alliances, I met someone.

Someone special. It was a superhero to be exact. He was my age. 18. It was one who at first, was questionable and curious on my actions and whom I didn't show much interest in, but then made the effort later on to try and figure me out and understand me and... sort of guide me. And he did an excellent job at that. I'll never forget the words that we exchanged and the passionate... erm, I mean... immense motivation that we shared of trying to defend the ones we loved and trying to right the wrongs. He was mysterious yet he showed a side that was still determined and powerful underneath it all. Not to mention somewhat of a perverse side but... yeah, I won't go into detail.

To sum it all up, we were like a mysterious weirded-out version of Romeo and Juliet.

I tried to figure him out for it was difficult; it took forever. But finally, I did. Now, I know what his real identity is. It's a name I grew to love along with his superhero alias. But I wouldn't reveal it for any chance in the world. The world is far too dangerous to be able to know his real name and his life. His name. I can't get over his name. It's the name I grew to strangely love.

Mysterion.

He was somewhat behind all of what's happened so far. Don't worry. You'll find out more once you know my story. It'll all make sense and the puzzle piece will come together... sort of.

Before I go on, I forgot to casually mention that the thing about being a superhero is acknowledging the fact that the majority of them are guys. You don't really see any girls fighting crime, do you? Apparently, we're too weak. Too fragile. Too scared of the world to do anything about it.

So that's where I stepped in.

Superheroes, being guys, always want to deny the fact that a girl can kick ass when she wants to and fight like a real girl and not be a wimp.

When hearing that upon one of them, I pledged that I would show them.

I would show them all that I could be a somebody in this town.

And that's exactly what I did.

So here's my story.