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Song for this chapter: Cool Kids by Echo Smith

I entered my apartment and headed for the bathroom. I turned the shower on, making it mildly scalding. I washed the face paint away, and rinsed that night's blood away. I wrapped myself in a towel after my shower and cleared the fog away from the small mirror to reveal a red haired, freckle covered face. My warm brown eyes greeted me and I knew I wasn't the same person as Cyanide. I constantly changed personalities and I had developed a paranoia. I put on a sports bra and some basketball shorts that had Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on them and dried my hair. I twisted it into a top knot, holding it in place with a hair tie. I walked out of the bathroom and into my kitchen, grabbing a small tub of ice cream and a spoon. Settling myself on my couch I ate ice cream while counting the money I had collected from the dealer I killed and the money the teenagers had dropped when they ran. I had gotten a total of $704.47. I figured the dealer had struck multiple places that day. Then I turned on the tv and finished my ice cream. I turned on Breaking Bad and was almost asleep before saying, "You can't stay here all the time, Thad."

"Why not?" Thaddeus responded.

"Because,I can go to jail for this."

"Yeah, you can also go to jail for killing people and taking their money, but you do it anyways."

"That's different."

"How?"

"Because, I have a reason."

"And you don't have a reason for letting me stay here?"

"Whatever..."

Thad smirked and sat on the worn down couch next to my feet. I curled up into an even smaller ball,to put more space between me and Thaddeus. I closed my eyes, hoping maybe he'd get up and walk away but he didn't. I was nearly asleep, when gun shots came from the TV and I said, "Why'd you change the channel?"

"Because, it was a boring show."

"Breaking Bad is the shit, now change it back."

"Fine."

Thad changed the channel back to AMC and I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning Thad wasn't on the couch anymore and I unfurled from my ball, like a cat. I yawned, and stood up. Viewing my surroundings Thad was not in the living room or kitchen so I walked t the empty room where I kept nothing but a few boxes and a bed. Thad was asleep on the bed, go figure. I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a frozen breakfast burrito from the freezer. I put it in the microwave and plugged my phone into the soundbar attached to my tv. Thad walked in as I turned on I've Got No Strings from the Age of Ultron Soundtrack.

"Why are you playing that at 7 in the morning?" He yawned.

"Because it's awesome."

"Uh, sure.."

I went back to the fridge and grabbed a Red Bull and my burrito from the microwave. I hate coffee. It's nasty, and so I drink Red Bull instead. I picked up my burrito and took a bite out of it, and Thad raised an eyebrow before saying, "You're weird.."

I rolled my eyes and finished my burrito, and took my Red Bull to the living room. I had to be at the tattoo shop in an hour. I worked at a small tattoo shop a few blocks away, it was called Ink's and I was the youngest person there. I went to my room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a hipster Ariel t-shirt. I changed clothes and put on a pair of blue socks and my black Vans. I went to the bathroom, putting on my simple eyeliner and swiftly curling my hair into ringlets. I left Thad alone in the apartment and headed down the street to the shop and Charlie was already there, working with a client. They were currently working out a design the client wanted. Charlie appeared scary, covered in tattoos, bald head, nose ring, beard, all big and tough. But Charlie was actually a big teddy bear, and he also owned the shop. He was by far the best artist out of the 3 who worked there.

"Morning, Charlie," I told him.

"Hey Kirsti," He responded.

I went to my work area and made sure the tools were working properly. They still worked perfectly, and I checked my phone to see if I had anyone coming in today. Only one, and thy were coming in at 9:30. I sighed. That was in an hour and a half. The person had come in last week and we had discussed what they would be getting as their tattoo. They wanted a full color sugar skull. Being the difficult tattoo that it is, it took me a while to finish the stencil. About an hour and a half later of talking with Charlie and his client my canvas arrived. "Hey," she greeted.

She was short, and pretty. She had brown hair, pulled into a bun and no tattoos visible. She was wearing a simple pink tank top and jeans with flip flops. I didn't like her. Not one bit.

It took a total of 6 hours to just to the black details and base of the tattoo because she kept complaining about Charlie smoking, and how the tattoo hurt, and that the shop smelled weird. I wanted to slap her. By the end she said angrily, "Why doesn't it have any color?"

"Because, your appointment's over, and your skins become to swollen to finish the tattoo, come back in 3 weeks and we can finish the color."

"Ugh, whatever. I can't believe this shit. I want my money back."

"Sorry, no can do. You only paid for the first half of your tattoo, which I gave you the first half of your tattoo. Besides, you're just mad that your arms going to be a bit swollen, and I've gotten 4 tattoos and trust me, the pain is not as bad as you think. Just put vaseline on it to keep your skin from drying and peeling until it heals."

She stomped out and Hanley laughed. Hanley was the other person who worked in the shop as well. He had ginger hair and was tall. His skin was pale and he had bright green eyes.

"Don't think you'll be seeing her anytime soon."

"Well, I got my $250 didn't I?"

"See you later then."

"Adios," I told my buddies.

I indeed did have 4 tattoos. Lets name them;

My first one was of Lady from Lady and the Tramp that I had gotten on my 18th birthday and it was on my lower back. Next to it I had the Tramp which I got about a year after wards. Around the same time I got a Iron man helmet that had roses next to it and said, "Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist" on a ribbon, the tattoo was placed on my arm. My 4th one was on my shoulder blade and was a Captain America shield that was wrapped in a ribbon branding the words, "Truth Justice and the American Way."

I headed home to be greeted by Thad sitting on my couch watching TV.

"Thad, get off your lazy ass and do something productive."

"But you never do."

"But I spend 4-12 hours drawing with permanent ink on peoples skin."

"Point taken, still not moving."

"Whatever."

I sat down on the couch next to him and he looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you staring at?" I snapped.

"You."

"No shit Sherlock, why?"

"No reason."

"Then stop."

I got up and headed for the bathroom. It was 8 pm and I had grabbed my black jeans, black shirt, and leather jacket. I changed clothes and put my boots on, and carefully painted on the diamonds on my eyes and put in my contacts. I added the small heart detail on my cheek the size of my pinkie nail. I tied my hair into a ponytail, made sure I had my Cyanide for emergencies, and my handgun was loaded which was when I left my apartment.

I walked across the streets, looking for trouble. Maybe someone would try to mug me. I'd blow their brains out. Maybe I met a infamous villain and poison them with cyanide. I continued walking then I met face to face with Inertia.

"You know, I never quite understood you. You change personalities so well. You go from being sweet but sarcastic to brooding and careless. I don't know how you do it."

"Years of practice. Now, what do you want Inertia."

"I need to tell you something."

"Go ahead."

"I don't want to kill Impulse, or Pyro. I actually want to be a good guy."

Cyanide scoffed. Inertia? A hero? After offering Cyanide revenge? Uh uh. No.

"Quit lying, we both know that isn't true."

"But it is."

"No it's not."

"Why do you care so much?"

"Reasons."

"What reasons in particular?"

"Listen Inertia, you may think i hate your company but in actuality I enjoy having you around. You don't care if I kill a piece of street garbage, but if you were a hero all of that would change."

"So you're saying that you only keep me around so you can feel better about what you've done."

"Something like that, yeah."

"Mm, fine. I won't be a hero. But I'm done being a villain. Deal?"

"Deal. Welcome to the club of anti-heroism."

So that was chapter 3! I know, I know lots of people have done the Inertia becomes a good guy gag but I'm not having him be one of the good guys. I'm having him be in the neutral zone. It's for the best. Please favorite, follow, and review! (It means a lot to me) Ozzi out!