It all started in a small town called South Park, like I mentioned before. Yeah, the place wasn't so bad. It's pretty quiet, calm, and serene. It's hidden near Denver in the snowy mountains, practically in the middle of nowhere. I didn't mind living there. It was a nice place. Except for at night. At night, even though it seemed quiet, you never knew what was happening at those moments. It could be a robbery or an attempted rape or murder, whatever. But the majority of what was happening tended to be small crimes. And that's where I stepped in.

It was a particular stormy night in South Park. That night, I was wandering about upon the rooftops of the apartments downtown, just studying the buildings below and looking down alleyways as I hopped across to see if there was any suspicious activity going on. As I thought everything was fine, suddenly, I heard glass shatter. It was a deafening sound in the night. I didn't know where it came from, but I had to investigate immediately.

I tried to locate the source of the sound as best as I could, as I leaped from building to building and then finally, I came across a small store around the corner of the end of the street across from where I was. Sure enough, there were glass shards scattered all around the outside of what was supposed to be a display window. Up front near the curb, there was a big black van parked. Robbers. It was a jewelry store.

I slowly climbed on the pipeline on the corner of the roof of where I was standing and slid down silently. I practically slinked across the street and then near the shattered display window, where I hid out of sight. I could hear the robbers talking amongst themselves, probably all excited about getting their hands on those expensive rings and such. I wasn't gonna let them get away with this, I thought. I looked inside and saw six men dressed from head to toe in black. Black hoodie. Black pants. Black sneakers. I couldn't see their faces unfortunately, but I knew that didn't matter. That was up to the cops to take care of. Their identities, I mean. They were stuffing a bunch of shiny jewelry in ugly brown suitcases with their grubby hands. Those greedy bastards.

I then leaped into the store from the broken display window and shouted, "STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" Immediately, they turned to glance around and saw me. One of them in particular glared at me and shot back, "What are YOU doing here?" Then he started to laugh mockingly. "Please, girly, just leave already. We don't need your-"

Without letting him finish, I immediately charged straight after him. Bullets started flying all around me and I was secretly praying I wouldn't get hit by one of them. I leapt onto him and managed to knock him down to the ground. To be specific, we were behind the counter, so at least I was safe from any gunshots that could've interfered. I tried to pin his wrists down but he wouldn't give up. He was pretty strong. He singlehandedly pushed me off and then it was HIM who was the one to pin ME down. I kicked him which sent him back a few steps and then I got out my tazer. And when he was about to punch me, I immediately thrust the tazer towards his chest and there he fell, to the ground.

One down, five more to go. I turned my head to see that they weren't shooting anymore, but they were armed with really big, sharp-looking knives. Cautiously, I was about to aim for one to take down when suddenly, I heard a glass window shatter. For a minute, I thought one of the guys had taken aim at the window with their gun but then I saw a guy covered within a red cape topple to the ground and curse aloud. Someone with seemingly noticable robotic parts followed behind him, chiding, "YOU DUMBASS! You could've just taken the window on the right that was already broken!"

"I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING, DAMMIT!" I was almost distracted, but luckily enough as one of the robbers was nearly about to attack me, he was pounced on by the red caped stranger. I took a step back immediately. Then, it was up to the other burglars to save themselves, because clearly, they were being attacked too. By some people other than me.

What the hell was going on? I thought at that moment. How did THEY get here?

I was desperately looking around me to see that I couldn't do anything, as the criminals were already in somebody else's hands. Those somebody elses being... well... other masked vigilantes who apparently were trying to stop the crime as I was before. The raccoon hero swatted at the burglar's face but then looked up at me and hissed, "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, BITCH! LEAVE IT TO US TO TAKE CARE OF THIS!"

"YOU?" I stomped my foot angrily as I snapped back, "I WAS HERE FIRST BEFORE ALL OF YOU!" He seemed to take a minute to laugh at my remark, but then he was knocked over by the guy he was trying to attack. I saw this as my oppurtunity and turn to attack. I raised my fist in the air and punched the guy in the face, but he didn't let up. He grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me to the ground, but it was no use. I used my other free hand to push him to the ground, and then that's when I crawled on top of him and used my tazer on his chest. Within a few seconds, he was unconscious.

I got up and quickly brushed myself off so that I could return to fighting the criminals that truly deserved to be attacked by me. But then, I felt a claw scratch me on my arm. Swiftly, I turned around and tried not to wince in pain. It was the raccoon. I could see that he was the true villain here. We collided with one another resulting in a short tussle. He tried to swipe at me, but I dodged his claws and grabbed his cape by the neck, growling at him, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

He hissed back, "No, what do you think YOU'RE doing, sistah?" He pushed me off of him and I was furiously sent to the ground. He started to tell me, "Listen, bitch, I'm the one that's supposed to be saving this town, NOT YOU!" He grabbed my wrists and clenched on them tightly, almost making me yell out in pain, but then, he was pulled back by someone behind him.

He was obviously struggling to get back at me and finish me off as he yelled with arms outstretched and all, "NOOO! LET ME TAKE CARE OF THIS BITCH, TOOLSHED! SHE-"

"Dude, she's a fucking chick! Besides, she's trying to stop them just like us!" With that, he stopped attempting to reach out and try and scratch me with his sharp claws again. He simply stood there in front of me, still shaken up by the obvious anger I had provoked within him. I looked around and saw that there was no more chaos. The guys that I meant to take care of were now on the floor scattered, either unconscious or dead. Hopefully not dead, because... well, they needed to be convicted somehow.

Surrounding the raccoon were several other heroes that had helped take care of this robbery. They almost looked like something that popped out of a Marvel comic, except they were unfamiliar in terms of appearance and whatnot.

The raccoon guy walked up to me and pointed a finger at my face, hissing with an accusing tone, "You're nothing but a useless waste of space! Get out!"

"NO! I was here first! You all need to leave. Now."

He started to roll his eyes in a thinking manner and put a claw to his chin, saying in an analogously teasing tone, "Hm, and why should we? Is it because... oh, I don't know, we took down WAY MORE ROBBERS THAN YOU DID, YOU LITTLE BITCH? STOP TRYING TO TAKE CREDIT FOR ALL OF THIS! YOU BARELY DID ANYTHING BUT STAND AROUND AND LOOK LIKE A WHORE! YOU LITTLE WHORE!"

I remained unimpressed by his insults. Clearly, he had nothing better to do but try and put me down. I calmly replied back, "Listen, smartass, I've been fighting in this town for years. I'm the only female super hero around here and the job's been taken care of by ME and only ME for as long as I know of. And tonight was supposed to be MY night to put an end to these criminals, BY MYSELF, as I work ALONE. I turned my back on him, my cape swooshing around me as I did so, then adding, "You don't even know who I am." I folded my arms, waiting for a reply.

I heard angry footsteps. "I don't need to know who you are, because from the looks of it, you're not fighting crime. YOU'RE JUST BEING A PROSTITUTE!" Man, that voice sounded extremely whiny and totally uncalled for. I didn't let his words get to me, as I looked at HIS costume and remarked back, "Well, what are you supposed to be? A fucking possum or something?"

He suddenly hollered, "YOU TAKE THAT BACK, PROSTITUTE!" He attempted to charge at me yet again as he bared his claws, but a few of his hero buddies restrained him from doing so by holding him back. I went up to him and laid a finger on his chest, tapping with every uttered syllable as I muttered, "The name's not Prostitute. It's Disturbia. Remember that fucking name, fatass."

With that, I was about to walk away when he stopped me in my tracks by laying a hand on my shoulder. I sharply turned to look at him and he looked stern when he said, "Alright, alright, girly, maybe the Coon was a little rough on you. But I'll have you know that it's not your responsibility to save this town. It's ours. IT'S BEEN OURS FOR MORE THAN EIGHT FUCKING YEARS ALREADY!"

"Who are you anyway?" I inquired, ignoring his sharp yells. He wrapped his red cape around him tighter as he looked me in the eye and said while walking around me, "I am the Coon, the almighty defender and brave hero of this town who deserves to be respected for his true heroism and amazing ability to perpetrate oncoming foes. And these are my faithful allies-"

"Pfft... allies..." One of them stifled a giggle, but then Coon shut him up with a hiss, "SHUT UP! DOES SOMEONE WANNA END UP DEAD?... where was I? Oh yeah, and my faithful allies Human Kite, Toolshed, Tupperware, Iron Maiden, Mysterion, Mosquito, and Mintberry Crunch... for god's sake-" He turned around and raised his arms in the air aggravatedly, "WHY IS HE STILL HERE ANYWAY?"

I didn't seem to care much for them. I was hoping it'd be the last time I met them, so after he told me just their names, I simply turned to walk away. I just didn't care for the criminals anymore. They were taken care of, thanks to these guys... unfortunately. I mean, seriously.

If they hadn't gotten involved, I would've taken care of them all by myself. A piece of cake. They would've been tied up on the nearest light pole near the police station by now, but seeing as these guys took care of the business for me, I immediately lost motivation and will to turn these robbers in.

Oh well... at least they helped. In some way. But it still didn't make me feel any better. It made the night feel so much more pointless than it should be. I was about to climb out the broken window when Coon stopped me yet again, asking me in a yelling voice, "Where do you think YOU'RE going?"

"Off into the night. Bye bye."

"What? That's it? No thanks? No nothing?"

"You guys are the most responsible here, so I guess I'll leave it all to you then."

"What, the burglars? Yeah, okay, we took care of most of them, but don't you feel like YOU should take some credit for it?"

I shook my head as I stood outside the window and on the sidewalk, wrapping my cape tighter around me. I murmured, "No. You guys already made me feel worthless enough for coming here. Hopefully, this'll be the last time we meet, because-" I turned around and looked them straight in the eye-"if you try to interfere with my rescues in this town, you'll be sorry."

The Coon simply shook his head and turned his back on me, replying, "Fine, if that's how it is, then let it be. But you won't see the last of the Coon YET!"

But before he could say anything else, I was speeding down the sidewalk off into the night, to the point where the jewelry store behind me vanished off into the distance.