OMG FINALLY! I just finished this, so sorry if its bad. I should be reading Huck Finn (Yeah, right), but I had to finish this! I kept getting writers block, but I got past it.

I can't believe how long I'm making these. I find that amazing.

Enjoy!

See You In Hell

*The Runner*

-One Year Later-

Cracked cement tore at my bare feet, pealing the skin from my heels. Little pools of blood began to fill my footprints, washed away a second later by the thunderstorm that had erupted five minutes ago. The drumming rain almost drowned out the sound of sirens and men yelling that were too close for comfort. The only thought in my mind was 'Get higher, you need to get higher.'

A pipe, barely half a block away. That was my way up. I knew this part of the city better than any of those cops. I have a chance to survive this.

'Yeah,' My mind laughed at me, 'A chance. How far is a chance gonna take you?'

I shook away the panic and fear that threatened to well up in my mind. There was no way panicking would help me in this situation. Nothing but my training and a clear head was gonna get me back to my hide out.

The sound of feet was getting closer when I finally found the pipe. Scaling it was no problem, even in the rain. Without my shoes, it was almost too easy. Rusty flakes fell off my feet as I ran across the rooftops. The cops stopped right below me, yelling my name. They couldn't see through the sheets of rain that fell. I couldn't see well, either, but I knew this part of Hopeton like the back of my hand. After all, when you grow up in the most dangerous part of town, you really know how to escape.

My breath came in short puffs, the rain pelting my naked arms. I wasn't even in my costume. If those cops had caught me now, they might not've believed who I was. I sure as hell wouldn't've believe it. After all, dead men don't go a walkin'.

I ran up the wall in front of me, grabbing onto the top of it and pulling myself up. From there, it was almost a cakewalk. There was nothing to hinder me, and there sure as hell wouldn't be any cops around to delay me.

'Almost there,' I thought gleefully, 'Almost there. Just a few more blocks and-'

Gunshots tore through the stormy atmosphere, clanking against the scaffolding on my left. Something the size of a dime exploded right above my head. I flinched, reliving bad memories of the last time I'd been shot. 'How the hell did they see me?'

Looking to my right, I searched through the torrential rainfall. 'There,' I told myself, 'In the distance, there's a man-'

My thoughts were cut off by another gunshot, this one tearing through the meaty part of my right calf. I screamed, the sound resounded against the metal buildings around me, but I kept running. There was no way in hell that anyone was gonna catch me without my mask on.

Whoever the men were, because they defiantly weren't cops, began to run after me, but soon had to give up. I was jumping from building to building, something that none of them could do. They probably assumed that I would collapse, so that they could come get me, but I wasn't going to faint now. Not with my identity on the line.

The bullet wound was beginning to make me light headed by the time I found my hideout. I jumped inside, quickly grabbing my mask and throwing in on my face. With barely any time to change, I slipped my costume on, making sure to wrap my leg with a bit of gauze and tape. I'd have to have Danny look at it when I got to the base.

Knowing there wasn't much time before they at least tried to find me, I limped to my computer. I had to get a message to the Leader, tell him what happened. Typing furiously, I found the signal for the base and locked on, sending an invitation on a secure network. They'd know it was me, but I couldn't take any chances of being overheard.

It took a whole two minutes, almost long enough to warrant an emergency, before someone answered.

"C'est notre temps." A woman said, even though the computer screen was black.

"Laisser l'aube surgissent." I answered, knowing the password by heart.

The screen turned white for a second before returning to its natural color. Lana, one of my soldiers, stared at me with her burning emerald gaze. The gaze turned concerned, although it was almost perfectly concealed, when she met my eyes.

"Runner? What's wrong? Why all the security?" She paused, taking in my pale face and fevered eyes accordingly, "Are you injured?"

I grimaced, another shot of white-hot fire bursting through my veins, "Yeah, Lana. Got shot in the leg. Someone's after me, though I lost them about four minutes ago. Don't know how much longer they'll wait, though. I'm gonna try to get to the base. Tell James I'm coming, and get Danny."

Lana nodded, already turning to someone in the background. I took the chance and quickly told her that I was going, turning off the monitor before she could protest. There was a chance that I wouldn't make it back to the base, but even with that thought, I couldn't say goodbye.

'Stop being so melodramatic,' I told myself sternly, 'You'll make it back. And when you get there, Danny can get you some nice pain pills, and they'll knock you out for days.' I liked that thought. Sleeping for days is just what I need.

I got up slowly, making sure that I could still stand on my leg. It held me up, but just barely. The adrenaline was keeping most of the pain away. 'Now, if only I could get my hands on a bottle of whiskey,' I thought, 'That would help even more.' Of course, Danny would never give me any alcohol unless we had no pain meds left.

Before I left, I made sure to lock up completely. There were no actual locks, but I made it look like there was nothing here. Sometimes, I'd mess with the electrical force field I'd stolen two years ago, but nothing ever became of it. There were programs in place to destroy anything potentially threatening to the Rebels if anyone came in that wasn't authorized and weren't in my database, though.

As soon as I stepped outside, I knew that getting back to the base would be a problem. The sound of sirens and shouting men were closer than ever before. And my leg burned like hell. 'Come on, Jones,' I ground my teeth together, 'You gotta get back to the base.'

I turned away from the sirens, thinking about all the things I should've done to prevent getting shot, and ran. It wasn't really running, more like limping very fast. My leg was hampering me more than I thought it would. No matter, I was almost there, anyway.

Running was a problem, yes, but jumping was pure torture. It took all my control to not yell out when I jumped off of the last building. At least I knew that none of the cops, or whoever the hell is chasing me, could get down here.

It took me a total of five minutes to get to the warehouse that contained one of the most secure places in Hopeton. That was three more minutes than it should've taken me. 'The adrenaline must be wearing off,' I thought as I typed in the password. 4-BEEP-6-BEEP-9-BEEP-5-BEEP-3-BEEP….. SHINK!

The sound of a door opening echoed through the warehouse. A steel door slowly materialized across the room, the invisibility cloaking that I'd made disappearing itself. Limping across the room, I noticed how close the sirens were. Too close for comfort. 'Oh well,' I thought, shoving the door open wider. I slid through the cold metal door, pushing the heavy thing closed behind me. There was an immediate reaction.

A shout of, "Kat!" rang up first, followed by two more calling my vigilante name. Danny barreled into me, wrapping her strong arms around my tiny frame. Looking behind her shoulder, I saw James and Lana standing behind Danny, both looking just as relieved as she did. Danny pulled away, but instantly had to grab me again as I fell.

"Kat?" James this time. I looked into the mans face and was shocked to see how tired and old he looked. It was as if someone had put a 45 year old James through a time machine and sent him back to replace the 23 year old James that I knew. "Kathryn, what happened?"

Looking from him to Lana, I saw pain and exhaustion screaming out from the thirteen year olds face. This was not a good day to be injured, and I knew it. I gritted my teeth, letting Danny take most of my weight as our party lurched through the steel-lined hallways on our way to the infirmary.

"Well, James," I started, "I was trying to get to my hideout. Didn't have my costume or my mask, so I had to run when the police tried to get me down. Figured out real quick who I was. Must've gotten snipers, 'cause I didn't see who shot me." I grimaced, "Hurts like hell."

James looked at Lana, who nodded and went to get the others. Her group would be patrolling tonight. He turned back to me, "Careless, much?"

By that time, we'd reached the infirmary, and Danny made me lie down on one of the tables. While she went to get some morphine, I answered, "Not careless. Don't usually look at the rooftops. Somthin's got 'em riled." Pain. Full-fledged, white-hot, blood-boiling, agonizing pain filled me. The adrenaline had worn off completely.

Even though James was only six years older than me, he knew when not to push me, and this was one of those times. He sat with me until Danny came back and hooked up the morphine and some sedatives. When the IV started dripping the mind-numbing drugs, he sighed and stood up, "I'll go tell Tom you won't be home anytime soon. God knows what he'll do when he finds out Loup-Garou's cronies got guns."

"Raise hell. Theres no fuckin' way he wont. And watch him try to make me 'retire'. Damn, sometimes I want to hit him to get it through his thick-fuckin'-skull." I couldn't talk right. Something was wrong. Dimly, I was aware that the morphine and sedatives was taking effect, but it didn't completely register in my muddled brain.

Danny flicked the back of my head lightly, but I barely registered it. 'This is like the time I got drunk,' I thought sleepily.

James smiled, walking out of the room Danny said something about getting the bullet out of my leg, but I barely heard it. My eyes were so heavy. I blinked slowly, unaware of my surroundings. I didn't like the feeling. Fallac always told me to always be aware of your surroundings at all time. This felt horrible, but at least it numbed the pain.

Sleep threatened to overtake me. I struggled to stay awake, but everything in my mind screamed at me to sleep. Danny must've noticed, because she said, "You can sleep now, Kitty. Lana and her team can handle The General and Loup-Garou for a night or two."

That didn't help. Thinking of Lana and her group, all of them under the age of fourteen, up against those assholes made me want to tear the IV out of my arm and go with them. I knew I couldn't, but I was their mother bear. All of my soldiers were either orphaned or their parents didn't care about them. I was their mom, their mentor. They all could come to me for anything. Thinking of Lana, or Garth, or Ryan, or even Ethan going up against Loup-Garou was terrifying.

"Runner." I turned my heavy eyes to Lana. Her entire group stood in the doorway. Ryan looked like she was about to cry, but she also looked excited. This was her first patrol, but I guess she always thought that I'd just tell them to go, not get injured and make them go. Ethan, of course, looked pissed off, but he was worried, too. Garth just looked bored. Of course, Garths' been with me since I became a leader, same as Lana. He's seen me pull through worse. Lana wore the expression of absolute bliss, but she also looked scared. She walked over to me, Ryan coming up right behind her. Ethan and Garth stood in the doorway, just waiting for their leader and the youngest to come with them.

"Kat, are you okay?" Ryan asked, trying to pull her dull, blood-red hair up into a ponytail.

"I'm fine, Ryan." I said, but my words sounded slurred.

"You don't look fine, Kat." Garth said.

I turned as much as I could, glaring at him. He shrugged, "You always lie if its about you. I've known you for almost three years, I know when you lie."

Sighing, I turned back to the red headed ten year old in front of me. She was still struggling to tie her hair up. "Come 'ere, Ryan," I said, motioning for her to sit down. She did as she was told while I sat up. Danny grumbled, something about how she should've knocked me out when she could. I didn't listen, but instead grabbed the ponytail holder from the ten year old and quickly pulled it up for her.

"Thanks, Kitty!" Ryan said, pulling away and hugging me. I smiled, hugging her back. Ryan wasn't the youngest, but she was, what most of the others called, my 'favorite'. She was just so innocent and sweet. No one could understand why her mother abandoned her on the side of the road.

Lana, though she was smiling, tugged Ryan away from me, "Come on, Rose," She used Ryan's alias, Rosaline Sayrie, or Red Rose, "Lets leave Danny to her job." Lana turned to me, "Don't worry, Runner. We'll keep the Loup-Garou and The General in check."

"Yeah, we'll kick their asses!" Ethan joked. Garth, standing taller, elbowed him in the ribs. Everyone knew that I didn't let my soldiers curse. I may slip up every now and then, but I never cursed around them. They were all younger than me, all of them except for Garth and Ethan, and I wasn't about to set a bad example.

The girls turned and left, Ethan chasing after them. Garth came over to me, "I'll keep 'em out of trouble, Kat. Don't worry."

I smiled, lying back down. The morphine and sedatives were completely taking over my system now. I don't smile at Garth, let alone talk kindly to him. He doesn't like it when I treat him like a friend. But I started talking, anyway, "I know, Garth. You're a good kid. I think you need to smile more, though. And tell Lana how much you like her."

If I'd've been completely aware of what I was doing, I would've stopped at 'good kid', but I felt funny. The room seemed to be spinning. But, to my complete surprise, he laughed. LAUGHED. Was this the same Garth that yelled at me when I hugged him?

"I'll tell her some day, Kat. But for now, sleep. I'll make sure nothing happens to them. Lana may be the leader, but I'll always be there to keep them in line."

"Okay…. Yeah," I breathed, my eyes unfocused, "Garth? I feel funny."

He chuckled again, something completely un-Garth-like, "I know you do. Just go to sleep, Kitty. Ryan and Alice and Sam will probably be here when you wake up."

I couldn't tell if I nodded or not, but in the next moment, everything went black.

-One Week Later-

I sat back with relief, kicking my feet up on my messy desk. It was the first time in three days that I'd been able to relax. In the four days I've been back, the town seemed to have erupted into chaos. Criminals decided to pull all their stunts while I was in the infirmary. Loup-Garou and The General started to hand out weapons and cash to big-time convicts and the local mob-boss. Taking into account all the small-time thieves and bank robbers that I usually deal with, these last three days were equal to about a month of work. That's what I get for getting shot.

The screen of my personal computer blinked, signaling an alarm that I'd set. I sighed, knowing exactly what it was reminding me of.

"Time to make another video diary," I said out loud to an empty room.

I pulled my legs down, wincing at the pull of my wounded leg. The program I used to record myself was already up, blinking as a smiley face, courtesy of my adopted sister, Alice, greeted me again. I brought my face up closer to the webcam, adjusting the settings until my face was clear. Then, as a routine, I hit record, sucked in a giant breath, and began,

"This is Kathryn Rylee Jones. Alias, The Runner. I'm sixteen years old, I'm 5'6" and a half, and I weigh 106 pounds. My hair is brown with auburn highlights, and my eyes are grey and blue. This journal is to keep my memory in check, like always. Today marks the 31st video journal I've done."

I took another breath, sighing, before continuing, "I have three foster siblings. Alice, my youngest sister, is seven years old. Samatha, or Sam, is my younger sister, and she's 12. Thomas, or Tom, is my older brother. He's 19 years old, soon to be 20. My real brother has been dead for eight years, along with my real parents."

The part that came next was always the hardest, "My foster parents are Zachary and Jenifer Wallace. They've been in a coma for two years. My real parents are Rell and Yvonne Jones. They've been dead for eight years. They were shot in the head, along with my older brother. I was the only survivor."

I could barely stand to talk about their murders, so I began a different part of my story, "I am one of four leaders in the Revolution, along with my friends Nelly Emerce, Walter Unthar, and Ioni Park. I lead the kids under the age of eighteen, mostly orphans, and I teach them how to fight. My team, which consists of Ryan Monny, a ten year old rose-red haired girl, Lana Quinn, who is 14 years old and the leader, Garth Zale, 17 years old and second in command of the team, and Ethan Lawrence, 16 years old. They patrol when I'm injured or too sick to stand."

"I fight for one reason and one reason only, Loup-Garou killed my family. I watched him kill them, right in front of my eyes. That set the spark that lit the candle. I know that he killed my family, and countless others as well. He is a murderer and deserves to be put away in a tiny jail cell for the rest of his life."

Now, I thought, for the new part of my story, "I hacked into the Justice League database not too long ago. I know all their names, and the names of their sidekicks, or parters, as I prefer to call them. I know where they live and where they work. I know who their families are and how they fight. I know almost everything about them. I only did this in case I'm kidnapped or killed. There are plans in place in case any of this happens. Hopefully, it wont come to that."

"I guess that's it for now." I smiled, laughing in my mind, "I never know how to end these. Well, bye, I guess."

I turned the recording off, still laughing in my mind. It was crazy, having to keep these video diaries. But if I didn't, I might forget who I was. It was also good for if I ever got amnesia.

Amnesia. The word made me wonder what would happen if Jenifer and Zach ever woke up. Would they remember me? Or, more importantly, would they remember their own children?

Shaking my head, I got up out of my chair. It was no use, thinking of the 'ifs'. As Fallac always told me, 'Focus on the when's and how's, not the ifs and maybe's.'

I hurriedly changed back into my civvies, making sure to place my necklace around my neck, where it belonged. A quick look at the clock told me it was 1:26 A.M, later than usual. Alice would be sitting by the door, wrapped up in her Batman blanket that she made herself. Sam would've left out a meal for me, a sandwich and some juice, most likely. Tom would be asleep, but he has the day off tomorrow, so he'd wait for me to wake up and scold me for getting home so late. Just like always.

While rushing out the door, I forgot one crucial thing. Fallac would kill me if I told him. I forgot to check the outside of my hideout. Of course, I really didn't need to most of the time. I made sure that no one ever followed me. It would've been dangerous. But so was being careless. Because right outside my door, was something I never thought I'd see.

BAM!

"See you in Hell, bitch"

Yeah, the ending sucks. Its 10pm on a freaking Wednesday, what can I say?

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