I had been given a choice, a choice that did not still well within me. I hated those fucking faggots, I wish I had kicked both their asses...what queers. The week that followed was painfully normal. School, school, Atomic, school school. Lame. I hated this life.

I hated it for more than one reason though. I hated it for more than my traumatic events, but now I was terrified to go out as The Chemist. I love the rush of being her, the brute violence, the unattainable blood lust, pissing off the local Super-fags, but what I missed the most was the feeling of vengeance...this city ripped me to shreds, I would fuck it until it tore its self apart.

Wednesday came. And I headed to atomic, I picked up The Walking Dead, I loved that zombie shit, it made me feel like I was more human. I sat with my slushy, and not long after I had become oh so comfortable, I felt someones presence before me.

"Hey, am I intruding?" Chris was a sweet kid...I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"Fuck no, sit." I gestured to the other side of the two person booth.
He threw down some random comics, green lantern was on top.

"So whats up?" I asked, trying to make the awkward silence go away.

"I was going to say the same to you...you've been even more mopey than usual lately." he said, one eyebrow was raised.

"Family issues." the words were like dribble from my mouth.

"I'm sorry." his voice sounded familiar there...but I pushed it from my mind.

We talked. We talked and talked. It was so funny, I hadn't been this happy since, well months. He was an emotional cripple, everything was a joke, everything was a jab at his unfortunate history.

I grew fond of him quickly. I felt terrible that I had to lie all the time. To other people it seemed like I was just busy, but it felt like I was giving away my secret with every meeting cut short.

"Yea me too, got some shit to deal with." he said as we stood.

"It was awesome hanging out with you, we should do this more often," sappy, sappy girl stupidity.

"For sure." he spoke as we walked through the door.

We walked in our separate directions, as I turned the corner, my backpack was already open, and my shoes were off, the converse swung in my hand as I tried to pull on my boots. I tore my t shirt off, and ripped off my black shorts. My black and white striped body suit clung to my body. I stored my clothes in my bag, but not before pulling all the rest of my gear out.

My weapons strapped tightly to my body, and I smeared the black paint over my eyes. My mask was the one thing I loved, it always mimicked those stupid black and white pictures that the psych showed me, Rorschach tests or whatever. It was my secret homage to The Watchmen. I pulled the coat on, and vanished up a fire escape, silent.

An hour had passed, and I had killed two people, some guy who stole some old lady's purse, and then a pimp that was beating his prostitute. Life was sweet, but their blood was sweeter. As I rested above this city, I saw Kick Ass, closely followed by Hit Girl, the perfect vision of female empowerment. They were talking, the rumors were true, she looked terrifying.

I scurried across the roof and down the adjacent buildings balconies.

"There's your girl." Hit Girl said.

My feet touched the ground, the back boots blended so well with the asphalt.

"Whats your decision?" Kick Ass asked.

It had been the one thing I had thought about the entire week. It had torn me apart, and made me hate everything.

"Yea sugar, what did you choose?" Red Mist appeared from an alleyway.

I hesitated, I felt like a fucking sitting duck.

"I'm not choosing..." I said confidently.

"That's to bad, baby-cakes...now you'll have to die." Red Mist cooed in my ear.

I was happy to hear the words, death would come swiftly I know, I was elated, but instead of death, I felt a black bag slip over my head. I struggled, I shouldn't have because as soon as I tried to fight, he hit me over the head with some blunt object, and I blacked out.