I inhaled one deep breath before entering dads room. He died last year and its still hard for me to go in his room. The smell of his cologne and heavy dust clogged my nostrils.

"come on lili, remember why you came in here" sliding open the closet, I found his bullet proof suit, some guns, and a knife. But in my overly right-brained head, it wasn't cool enough.

Running back to my room, I grabbed my horizontal striped onesie from like 6th grade. I put that on first, then the bullet-proof vest, and some steel toe combat boots. Now I was starting to look cool. Putting my hair into pigtails, and tieing a scarf around my face to hide my identity. As a last minute thing, I put the gun holisters around my shoulders and thighs, and strapped a double barrel shot gun to my back. Since of my birth defect of not having any finger prints, I just put on some fingerless motorcycle gloves.

For the first few weeks, I was just strength training and such. Mostly because I was slow as hell and I needed a way to escape the scene. The next two weeks were only to practice jumping over from one building to the next, and believe me that's some hard shit to pull off.

Some how I couldn't think of a name. it started with blue, then blue cross, then blue bitch, blue killer, killer blue, and ending with killer bitch. Pretty simple, and pretty bad-ass.

~2 days later~

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That's all that went through my head. Why couldn't I have seen this coming. I mean there was 3 overly muscled guys, beating up on a 5'5 101 lbs comic nerd. God how could I be so stupid.

One of the thugs kicked me in the ovary, the other slammed his elbow into my face. I got enough time to bite one hard in the neck. He screamed in agony as I tore off a chunk of flesh. The blood tasted so good right then. Thug number one kicked me in the face as thug number two was still screaming. I grabbed thug number one's foot and twisted it backwards, hearing the crunch of the bone. Quickly, I pulled out my shotgun and shot a hole in number three's face, then another one in number one's balls. Switching over to a knife I slit number two's throat, saving number one for last. I shoved the barrel of my shot gun in his mouth.

"say please" his screams were muffled "I can't hear you" pulling the trigger.

I panted hard, then slid against the wall.

"fuck me" just about to face palm expecially hard, I notice my nose was broken. "one, two, three" I snapped it in to place. God damn it hurt, but atleast I could breath correctly again. "I want tacos"