Heroes We Could Be

Who am I, I don't recognize

Sometimes the only way to stay sane, is to go alittle crazy
-Harley Quinn

*unknown pov*

I sat in my chair twirling my twin knife in my hand. Everyone around me was going their jobs. They packed the drug in boxes that where going to be shipped.

"Sir." His voice was shacking and sounded as if he was about to piss his pants. I smiled devilishly.

"What." I made it more clear of the knife I held in my hands.

"Um, it's just..." I threw one of the knifes at him.

"Spit it out!"

His head ducked and the knife purposely missing him. "The police, since you ki- disposed of Jonathan they have been on high alert."

This was not news I wanted to hear, he knew it. I Also knew I couldn't blame the message man. I got up off my chair and walked torwards the kid.

"What's your name kid." I placed the knife to the side of me and placed my other on his shoulder making sure I squeezed it.

"Billie but my-y-y fr-riends call me Bill."

Bill was a 17 or 18 year old kid clearly not capable of this kind of work. The scared out of his wits. He would be perfect dead, but I could use him. I held tighter on his shoulders and griped the knife slicing his face. He let out a scream as he covered his left cheek. Tears rolled down his eyes into his fresh wound making the wound get exposed to the salty water from his eyes.

"You're my messager now." I walked back to the chair and watched his walk away culling his face to stop the bleeding. I pulled out my handkerchief and wiped off the blood.

* The next Morning, Thanks Giving Day *

*Ora's pov*

I woke up feeling like shit.... well no, I felt bipolar. Today was thanksgiving, yay food, boo family. Yay Sam, Boo family asking questions. I covered myslef back in blankets and wanted to sleep when shocker a knock at my door.

"How the hell do you know I'm awake!" I threw my pillow at the door and after the bang it opened.

"Because your my daughter." My mom sat next to my bed. "You ready for this shit show also." Mom hated thanksgiving as much as me. Thanksgiving was more of my dad side, since my mom was an only child and my grandparents are no longer with us we had to deal with my dad side. My dad had 2 brothers and 1 sister and they had kids of there own the youngest was 8.

I just leaned back into my covers and hid my face. "They are going to ask about my hair and eye color."

"Don't forget about you being in a coma."

I forgot about that. Dad probably told everyone what condition I was in. Its not weird to worry and tell family but he got the smart gene if there was one.

"Do I have to help you cook?" I uncovered my face.

"Yes." She booped my nose and got up, so did I. She left me in my room where I got dressed.

I didn't really want to look like I cared. I walked in the kitchen to see both my parents prepping the turkey. My aunt Janet was already there and took one look at me.

"Oh my god what happened to your eyes and hair!" She rushed over pinching my cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my head and melted me in this head lock position. "What did you do to poor Ora."

In any normal circumstances she wouldn't even of touched me, but the surgery was a success and she was aware. I was able to loosen her grip and escape and ran torwards my dad. Who was laughing.