girl justice
Didn't you read the heading? Get 'em, Lock 'em, Leave 'em. No ties, no publicity, no teams, no problem. Maybe my past has something to do with it...pretty rough, y'know...then again, not like you need a past to try and straighten this planet out. While you try to figuire me out, leave me alone. Cuz I'm still getting the- pardon the pun- hang of all this powers and heroes stuff, and like I said, the fewer end up in bags, the better...
Wanna hear more? Well, whatever, you're the one reading. My family was a bunch of...uh, well, y'know bad guys. Supervillians. All of 'em. So geuss what? All our money went into villian stuff, and when I was seven my parents finally pissed off the wrong do-gooder, he went over the edge and sent them to hell. I mean killed, not literally sent the to hell, thogh I do know a guy who's into sending guys to hell...uh, right, back on topic.
I dissapeared for a bit, easily, into runaway shelters and alleys. Nobody cared to look, I geuss, and when you'd been schooled in theivery since birth, it wasn't hard to get a few bucks or meals. Then there was Micah. Tough-talkin' pretty boy Micah, king of crime, in need of someone to do his stealing, and maybe in a few years, his killings.
I was twelve and I was sick of street life, so I said yes. Heck, the guy had a mansion full of hotdogs and he gave me a nice warm place to sleep at night. Maybe it was all that dirty water finally having an effect on me, but I started getting powers. Not the mutant-metagene whatever stuff or even the cool other-dimensoinal magic stuff, just neccesary things. I could turn invisible. I could read minds and see through wall when I needed to. Being a theif, that's like having everything related to security zapped off the face of the universe because God decides he's sick of playing nice.
I never told Micah, though, or any of the other goons he did "buissness" with. I just thought I ... shouldn't. Good things are never meant to last. I mean, Micah sent me on a simple recon mission, just scope out the place where on the night of my fourteenth birthday, I'd get the ultimate promotion, from low-level theif, to his freakin' executioner. And the next thing I know, the cops are there, the boss is gone, and Micah and me are right in the thick of a bunch of do-gooders who call themselves the New-freakin-Outsiders, and have brought the tool who killed my 'rents with them.
Hey, give a girl a gun... Let's just say his sick face won't be haunting me anymore. Problem was, a stray bullet hit Micah, and I was surrounded by cops and "heroes". Bad call for me. Of course, I got thrown into stupid jail for the night. Then I started thinking. Really thinking hard. My best hope at present was life in prison. There was no way I could prove I was innocent when they'd all seen me. But if I escaped... I had a chance to turn everything around. maybe not fix it, but at least make one thing clear- I was tired of being used, tired of being a victim. And maybe if I got on the heroes good sides, they'd pull strings with the cops.
So I waited, until they left the prison gates open while I was outside, turned invisible, and slipped away. I couldn't go to family, now they were either dead or so paranoid they'd think I was a mole for cops or heroes. I'd be a fool to try a shelter, and didn't have the cash to go anywhere. So I did the one thing that made sense. I showed up at New-Outsiders HQ with a copy of the Bible, and swore I was finished being a bad guy, if they gave me a cover. I deserved an Oscar for that performance. But who cared? They said yes, and I became Girl Justice, do-gooder with a streak( fine,like a jillion streaks)of bad, serving up revenge and (like the name ) justice to bad guys in her favorite pair of jeans and the weeks offensive -slogan t-shirt.
I even ended up in school. Of course, naturally, I got busted for using "lethal force" against a bunch of werewolf crime bosses, but the N-O let that go, considering I sold them on the idea I didn't know the bullets were silver until the wolves died. Thing is, that wasn't the first time I've used "lethal" force, and I'm beginning to think, with a new wave of baddies on my radar, it might not be the last...or will it? Only time (and wether i can learn to hold back) will tell.
well yeah sorry no pic. hi holly.
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