On the Run

Who are you?

Raison d'etre: a reason for existing
In America

The streets were quiet on Tuesday, the night dark except for the light of the moon. The soft music of cicadas and nighttime animals sounded through the night. Well, until a loud roaring of a car interrupted the quiet.

This car was driving at least 90 miles over the speed limit as if they were a bat from hell. The next thing you could hear was the police sirens.

The man in the first car was driving as fast as he could, trying to get to the highway. He heard the various police cars behind him but didn't bother to slow down. He knew that if he were to get arrested now, he would be dead. He would make it to prison and be dead. There was no way around it.

But what he didn't expect was the many gunshots aimed at the car, most of them missing and hitting the sides.

The chase continued through the busy streets, swerving left and right, cutting people off. The police cars continued, glad that the other people on the road were moving out of the way. The lead police car was none other than the police chief, Chief Mark Hamil. And next to him was a hero dressed in dark-colored metal armor, silver gauntlets on their hands. A face mask on them, concealing everything but their eyes, angry at the cowardice of the criminal.

"Do you think you can get to the car? I'll drive you up as close as I can. It's all I can do for now. I'll make sure they don't shoot you."

The stranger nodded, climbing towards the overhead window, and crouching on the roof. They adjusted her gauntlets, readying her metal cables. Their (Long/short/ medium) hair swayed in the wind, eyes trained on the car in front of them. Officer Hamil, after checking that they were stable on the roof, sped up.

Now, the cars were almost bumper to bumper. Every time the fugitive car swerved in one direction, so did the police chief. "This is as close as I can get you! Is this enough?"

"More than enough," the person said. They took a few steps back, running forward and jumping, extending their whip-like cables into the roof.

The dark-clad figure landed on the roof with a roll and a grunt. The grip of their combat boots helped them stable their balance. With the flick of their wrists, the roof of the car peeled open, surprising the driver. He looked up, surprised at the rapid drop in temperature when he saw a dark figure in a black mask. The figure dropped down into the car, punching the criminal in the face, dazing him, and taking the wheel. They parked the car, dragging him out of it. The figure brought out their metal quirk canceling cuffs, locking them onto his hands.

"James Doe, you are under arrest for the attempted assassination of Chairman Jang. You have the right to remain silent..." They continued to read his rights, and the police had finally caught up, their guns drawn.

An officer took him into a police cruiser, him yelling profanities and curses at them as they stared.

"Thank you, Terra. We appreciate it." Chief Hamil said.

"No problem, Chief. I've got to get home, see you," Terra said, saluting, zipping away with her cables. She swung from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the breeze as the wind whipped through her (H/L) (H/C) hair, feeling free. (If you don't have hair, ignore this).

That was who you were. The Earth Hero: Terra, also known as (Y/N) (L/N), America's number one hero.

(Y/N) finally landed on top of a particular home, her familiar black car in the driveway. She flipped off of the house, landing at the front, and rang the doorbell. The door opened to her best friend, Maya. "How are they? Are they asleep?"

"No, they wanted to wait up for you, but they're half asleep," she said with a tired smile.

(Y/N) smiled as well, already knowing how convincing her kids could be. "Alright," you said, walking into the quaint home to see your kids, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. They looked so tired until they turned around to see you.

"Mom! You're back!" Oliver, the youngest, shouted. The eldest, Kya, jumped off the couch with her brother, running to their mother, embracing her.

(Y/N) brightened, giggling at their sleepy but happy grins.

"Hi, babies. How are you? Ready to go home?"

"Yeah, we're ready, have to get our backpacks," they purred, already feeling warm in their mom's embrace. They pulled away from the hug to grab their cute backpacks and went back to you.

"Thank you so much Maya, I know this was last minute," (Y/N) sighed. Maya smiled. You knew she didn't mind, but you still felt the need to explain.

"Get home safe and call me in the morning," she quipped, already heading towards the door with you and your kids. 

"Ok," (Y/N) said.

After unlocking the car, she buckled Kya and Oliver in their car seats and headed to the driver's side. (Y/N) observed the night as she drove, looking at the various streetlights and the small stars. She had a mission tomorrow and hoped it went well.

When (Y/N) arrived home, Kya and Oliver were already asleep, their soft snores echoing through the car.

She picked them both up, opening the door to the large home, and tucking them both into bed.

She changed into her nightclothes, took iron supplements, and fell asleep in bed.