I wasn't like the rest, I didn't wear a mask, I didn't have a cape and I definitely don't wear no leotard.
What was the point? Flying around everywhere in the middle of the night like a crazed psycolo-maniac having to hide a million and one secrets? No, no. My way is much better. Despite what politicians and tabloids said. But I'm pretty cool, you could say I'm a cross between Batman, Wonder Woman, Hit Girl and Catwoman.
I was sneaky, agile, bloodthirsty and strong.
Okay maybe not blood thirsty per say, but I could cause a lot of blood carnage if I wanted (and most of the time I do!)
They deserved it, all those bad guys on the streets. They all deserved every bloody nose, chipped tooth, mashed up jaw and broken bone I'd given em.
That's not to say I didn't have a number of wounds myself, did you see how Hailey messed up my skin? She literally had me on an operating table virtually cutting me open like a birthday cake.
Can somebody say crazy psycho bit*h?
Ya, she's my arch nemesis-go figure. The story behind that is pretty cray-cray.
Anyway,
Some call me a hero, others an assassin, most say I'm dangerous. 2 out of 3 of that is right.
All I know for sure is that if I don't get my blueberry ice cream in the next five minutes? Somebody will die (and I'm talking about the lazy ass clerk infront of me).
This is me, signing off, The SuperHero Assassin...
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P.s did i spell prologue right? Wasn't at school when they taught it, now it haunts me forever.
And don't be mean by saying I should check Google, I'm trying to be friendly and connect to my readers :)
Anyway this isn't much of a prologue is it? anyway, hope you like it, my full authors note is by the side, skip it if you like, its basically i sneaky way for me to get more reads and likes, 3:)
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