A girl walks down the street after the most horrible day of her life. But first, let's see what the rest of her life was like.
Her name is Kylie Wright. At the age of ten, she was often beaten by her father. She was referred to as a "whore" at the age of 15, for no particular reason other than to be teased. By that time, her father had died of a heart attack. She lived with foster parents until the age of 18, when she bought her own apartment. You see, throughout all this nightmare of a life, one person was there for her. Her best friend and boyfriend, Marc Kris. It hardly matters now. It did matter the night before the worst day of her life, though. That was the night he date-raped her. She was conveniently relieved of her innocence and wasn't able to remember it. The next day her doctor told her that she infertile. She could have no children. She breaks down into tears and runs out of the hospital. A man points a gun at her next to an alley and tells her to spread her legs. She resists. He fires and hits her in the shoulder. She falls to the ground in tears and blood. Tears and blood. That's all there ever is now. That's when I met her…
Kylie lies on the ground, attempting a feeble cry for help. The man doesn't give a crap whether she's injured or not, it's not like anyone really cares what happens to her. The second time this happens to her. Two days in a row. And she gets shot. What luck.
"Stop! Stop! Please!"
The man sinisterly whispers, "Shut up!"
"Stop."
That third voice, that wasn't her. That was me. Soon enough, that common thug's knocked out cold, his fractured skull bleeding like there was no tomorrow. I looked down at Kylie. She was terrified, unaware that I was not what I used to be, not that she had known me. I USED to be a plague, a monster with no bounds, a lethal protector. Now I'm a cure. Her cure and everyone else's cure. I'm Anti-Venom.
Tears and blood. I must heal it.