HERO 3

Ever since she was a child she always had to be the best. The fastest, the most skilled, the best it was all she cared about. Her parents had been killed by thieves when she was a child and she was put in an orphanage. She escaped from there immediately and even though she was only 14 she knew that she would do everything she could to find the men who had done this to her. After three years of wandering taking any job she could and learning fighting styles from anyone who would teach her. After tree years she finally found the killers. She was walking through a shit hole town at night when she heard screams and the sound of a fight coming from a house. When she got there this pompous looking man walked out of the house holding his shoulder.
"I suppose you are not going to thank me either?" he said as he walked towards her, "I spend my time stopping criminals and what do I get nothing but grief. Can you believe the little bastard stabbed me? Fuck."
He kept walking and she entered the house the door fell of what remained of the hinges and she stepped in.
There was a child lying on the ground crying and holding the head of a woman and around the room bodies were lying. The faces she recognised as the men who had killed her parents except for one whom she assumed was the boy’s father. Looking at the bloodied remains of the bodies she felt sick this wasn't the vengeance she wanted or needed all this was is waste human life, taken in a heartbeat. It was at this moment she realised that she had to stop these bad people but they needed to be punished by the law death was a quick escape for these people. She left the house and staggered into the local bar and sat at a bar stool. "What will it be?" asked the barman.
"Just a water please" she said still shaking.
"Water? Don’t make me laugh kid order a real drink or get out"
"Fuck you, you provayer of mind destroying liquid. You'll get me water and you’ll like it or I'll tear your head from your shoulders."
"OK.OK. It’s probably better if you don’t drink." He mumbled as he hurried off to get her drink.
"You’re just the type of woman I am looking for" Said a rasping voice from beside her.
"I am sure I am you pervert. Now get lost before I call the law." she said turning to face the law officer who stood behind her.
"Sssorry officer I.... have been having a bad day", she said sighing.
"I am looking for new recruits and I like the cut of your gib," he said looking down at her.
"Gib" she said slightly confused, "Ok I'll do it."
Within a year she had made quiet a name for herself, tough but fair. It was almost a year to the day when she was out on patrol and heard a scream. She hurried in the direction of the sound and as she got to the house she heard a second scream. Kicking the door in, she saw a bottle of whiskey and the bodies of a man and a woman. A man stood with his back to her over the cowering form of a six year old boy. As the man turned the ball of her left foot connected with his chin sending him spinning into the wall. She pulled her knife and walked towards him.
He screamed and began clawing at the wall behind him.
"Please don’t kill me. Pleeease."
"Don’t worry scum bag I am taking you in. No one deserves death not even a worthless shit like you."
The six year old boy began to cry and scream that it was happening again.
"How does the same shit happen to the same kid two years in a row." he kept saying over and over again.
"Don’t worry kid everything is going to be fine you've nothing to worry about. I'm here to protect you. I'm sorry about your parents"
"You stupid bitch," the kid screamed "my parents are dead they died a year ago and I was left lying on the severed head of my mother, by a hero like you. Now for the second time I've nowhere to live and no future to look forward to. And you think that I've nothing to worry about. What the hell is wrong with you people?”
She stood there mouth opened staring at the kid, the same kid she had seen one year earlier and had instantly forgotten about.
"I'm sorry" she said, "It won’t happen again I will look after you. I'll take care of you from now on."
She was still staring at the kid when the killer got up and hit her on the back of the head with the whiskey bottle.
When she woke up the first thing she saw was the body of the boy impailed on the kitchen table. She picked up the bottle of whiskey, drank then puked and then drank some more.