Thread: A City to Save for One, A Giant Playground for the Other (Sierra 117 and Blissy)

It was a strange consideration to what what had really lead the hero to this point. Honestly she felt herself somewhat also ravelled in the possibilities of what sort of thing it was that really kept him committed to the sort of things he did come the fall of night. It was easy for her to consider just how far he'd be willing to go to take a swing at her under more fair circumstances, in reality there was no fairness in this city so what made him worthy of such a thing? Most people thought she was the problem, she was the real menace here when in reality she was really only providing the people with a public service that would really make them aware of the real crisis at hand. It was heroes like the one she had clearly pissed off that were the real problem here. If it wasn't for self-righteous do gooders then there really wouldn't be any competition now would there? It was obvious nobody thought like that and everything respected the hero of the city as if he was some form of angel from the heavens who had come to save the city under truly flawless circumstances. Despite the disturbance she had quite the particular name for, her work was hardly easy at all for the most part. It took someone with very limited remorse, if any at all to take on the sort of guise that she did for what she deemed the greater good. The cops that had come obediently to the scheme of the crime were nothing more then stupid good for nothing dogs to her that simply barked up to their equally as tenacious superiors. This cities problem wasn't the amount of crime it had at all, but the fact that despite having heroes in it, the absence of justice still seemed to exist. As she'd stand around delightfully smiling back at the chaotic and disturbing nature of the gruesome war-torn like reality around her, she couldn't help but recall a single memory of a time where something very similar had happen to her, before she was who she was today. The smell of burning fumes and fire tickled her senses as her eyes found themselves shifting over the heap of destroyed metal that was the police car she had done incredible work to only minutes ago. The contrast of her deeply curious mask of painful colours seemed to reflect the dreadful glare of the flames sprouting from the cruisers tipped form, as she'd tilt her head to the side for a moment getting a closer look at one of the survivors inside.. Inside the car there would be a sole survivor of the tremendous accident, as he'd frantically protest in cowardice for someone to help him out of the car, blood stained the side of his face and he looked barely able to move at all. Instead of seeing the pain of the victim she had created beyond her, she instead only saw the familiar face of herself. In that illusive vision of what she'd account for her own past, she remembered a very similar scenario occurring but instead of protesting for help she didn't seem to make a sound at all. She wouldn't break from the stare until a strange sparking noise seemed to shift her from her watchful daze, as she'd watch the leaking gasoline of the car slowly slide down it's surface to the small combustion of sparks. In an instant her curious stare seemed to dissolve and was only replaced by a look of distasteful pleasure. The spark and liquid would meet together and the car would explode in a roar of fire sending derbies in every which way. There was clearly nothing left to see here other then the carnage of the reality she had manifested and with a look of shallow content she'd find herself slipping away into the darkness of the alleyway, only to hear the sound of a familiar voice roar up over the symphony of destruction behind her. So he had come? And for what, to see more of the so called good people die? What a fool. It was clear to her that he simply hadn't learned from his mistakes already and was only aggressively throwing his emotion forward as a means to really get even with her. Hand't they already got even? That's what he liked to do right? Mess things up for her? Well apparently he hadn't caught on to what her whole lingo was about by now. With a sharp shifting of her heels she'd turn on them and bring herself back out of the alleyway she had originally intended to make her escape. With gentle footstep forward into the fire lit street she'd confront the hero who had summoned her. Oh it's youuuu.. Didn't think you'd comeee.. You like what I did with the placeee? It was all for youu! Ha! She'd announce over to him in her usual unsettling cheerful tone, with her hands clasped tightly to her hips as if she were posing for a photo-shoot and the chaos around her would make the perfect scenery for the shot.