Gotta Love A Bad Guy

Prologue||To Kick Or Not To Kick

Summer was a normal, quirky, bitchy girl, who's biggest worry was her makeup or an essay she never completed. She had it good; a loving family, a best friend who would do anything for her, and a beautiful dog.

That's until she survived a gunshot wound that should've killed her instantly, turning her into a Super. Not a good one, either. She went from bitchy to evil and bitchy. She enjoyed terrorizing innocents. She planned revenge on those who made her life change so drastically that she spent her free time terrorizing.

Follow her on a road of evil, wrong, revenge, realization, and crushed love.

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"One accident can change somebody. Another can make them realize how wrong they were,"
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Prologue||To Kick Or Not To Kick

Some superheroes are born. Others are made. Some are just characters in a book or on a TV screen. But that's okay, because that's what you think I am. Except I'm not a superhero. I didn't even know I had the potential to be super until tonight.

  Imagine that you're in Sephora with your friend, deciding between the Queen B shade of liquid lipstick and a cocoa powder infused highlighter, when three armed robbers barge in. "Fucking Jesus, not again," your friend, Arielle, groans. There's one almost every week, but nobody is killed like the robbers promise.

  Well, that's the situation I'm in.

  "Everybody down!" One robber yelled cheesily. I shrugged and sat down cross legged.

  Another robber dropped down a duffel. "Crawl over here and put in your money!" they yelled. I shrugged again. I've prepared for something like this. I pulled out play money and crawled over, putting it in.

Robber Three grabbed my arm and yanked me up. "Do you think this is a fucking joke?"

"Yes, actually," I said, a bitchy smile plastered onto my face. "All you robbers are the same. You threaten us, but you're too chicken to follow through,"

Arielle was howling with laughter. "You're an idiot," she wheezed. "How the hell you get good grades, I'll never know. Jesus!"

Robber One pressed a gun to my temple. "I agree with your friend. You are an idiot. But I've killed bigger ones,"

"That's sorta disappointing," I pouted in mock disappointment. "Now, to kick or not to kick? That is the question,"

  Then, I kicked Robber Three in the nuts.

  There was a gunshot, and I faded from consciousness.

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  I woke up in a dark room, and everything was hitting me hard. I kicked the third guy in the nuts, then the first one shot me. In the head.

  Oh shit. I'm in Hell, aren't I? I feel bad for training the dog to shit on my brother's bed, I swear!

  I always imagined Hell as fiery, though.

  I swung my legs off the bed and could faintly see a hospital dress on me. So I'm in a hospital. How did I survive?

Rushed footsteps ran in the room and a light turned on. The room had white walls that seemed to emit blue light. Holy. Emit. Big word. What the hell?

The floor was white tiled, and there was a table of prescription drugs and doctor tools. And there was a mirror right across from me, but I didn't see myself. I have brown hair and brown eyes, but the girl in the mirror was blonde and she had blue eyes.

I was astonished and scared. I looked to my right, and a doctor stood there. She had sleek black hair that was tied back in a ponytail and green eyes. "What's happened to me?" I asked in a terrified voice.

"Summer," the doctor said. "Calm down, you're fine,"

"No!" I exclaimed. "I want to know what happened to me!"

I stood and she said, "Lie down and rest, okay?"

"Tell me!" I demanded, waving my hands as if to convince her. A bolt of light flew out of my palms and hit her. She went flying and hit the ground with a loud thud. I stared at my palms in fear, then clenched my fists. I heard people rush towards her, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean t-to..."

  I opened my eyes and ran out.