La_Reina
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Cali overlooked the city watching it burn. There were at least 15 fires in different sections of the city in various degrees of intensity. She could see people choking on the smoke in the streets and though neighboring cities had brought in fire trucks it was a lost cause. This city was going to burn and there was a good chance the trees were going to catch which would result in wild fires and neighboring cities were going to also burn. Since their firetrucks were here she could predict that those cities were also going to burn. It didn't help people were rioting and killing as they realized how dire their situation was.
Cali looked up as a helicopter flew above her heading towards the fire. They dropped gallons of water on a building, but it didn't do much. She smirked. Looked like the government was finally getting involved. She smirked. The people were weak and it was her fault.
Cali was a superhero. Well, they called her a vigilante. No one ever saw her face and she was 12 when she discovered her powers. If you wanted to call it that. She had been taking Tai kwon do since a child from her Japanese father. She was 12 when she realized she could move at impossible speeds. She had taken to helping the police when she was 16. She thought she was would be like Batman and people would love her or like Superman. Instead she was more like Spiderman. The cops were hunting for her even though they also depended on her. Before they would just scream and if she heard it she would change and help. She was doing good she told herself over the last 11 years.
Cali lit a cigarette and threw the lit match into the nearby brush not really caring if it caught or not. Her mother had died in childbirth and her father raised her. She loved him dearly and he loved her. People would look and stare as his daughter had inherited his wife's caramel skin, but she also had Japanese features. Cali had thought herself of a ninja. Then the police had raided her father's dojo claiming that they had some evidence that he was the vigilante. There was a special kind of flooring mat that her father shipped from Japan and it so happened there was a residue and with forensics had deduce it came from here.
Cali tried to argue it could come from any of his students or anyone who visited wanting to learn self defense, but the police finally had a lead and wanted to blame something. They had a low rating with the public and if they could catch the vigilante then maybe they could shift that around. Cali's father locked eyes with his daughter and he knew...he knew she was the one. He had seen her get faster and faster and some things just didn't need to be spoken. He agreed to go. He was wearing Getas, a wooden Japanese shoe that was like a clog, but had a cloth that went between the toes like flip flops, and when the officer forcibly pushed him he tripped landing forward and unfortunately reaching out grabbed onto the waist and belt of the officer in front of him. It looked like an accident and her father wasn't trying to tackle or take the gun from the officer, but the other officer pulled out his gun and shot her father twice in the back.
Cali heard a woman screaming and it was only when they tried to pull her away that she realized it was her. Cali turned and ran out the back door and with a small burst was gone. It was 3 days later and a simple house fire and turned complicated quick. The police and fire department had record times to coming late to this fire and Cali had watched it grow and grow. Now the whole city was going to burn and she was happy to watch them burn.
"Help! Please help us," came the cries from the city.
Cali puffed on her cigarette. She turned to the city and blew out the smoke. "No."
~~~
It was two months later and you would think WWIII had happened instead of a fire that tore the superpower apart. No one could stop it and even when it looked like it was going out more grew in it's place. The United Nations had agreed that the great US of A could handle a fire and no one helped. The US retaliated by accidentally launching a few missiles. Their excuse that the fire had caused it and they hadn't meant to, except the missiles hit major countries and obliterated them. The countries retaliated with their own missles while other countries took advantage of the distraction and invaded countries that they wanted.
9 months later and there were no more superpowers or really no more world as you know it. It was more like a Mad Max world and Cali didn't give a shit that she could have prevented this. Infact, she thought this could have been worse. She walked into a dusty town and looked around. She wore a short motorcycle jacket that showed off her midriff and her guns at her hips. She had two short swords at her back and on top of those was her backpack. She slowly walked to the bounty office while she noted every person and who looked at her too long.
Cali walked inside and into the empty room. She pulled her bag around and pulled out two heads. "The McCall brothers. Dead or alive and worth $3000 Caps."
"They were worth $10K caps alive you know."
Cali looked at the man and he nodded before handing her a bag with her money inside. "They deserved to die." She pulled the rags that the heads had been in out of her bag and threw them on the ground. She turned and was walking out the door when the Officer was asking her who was going to pick that filth up. Cali dropped a silver cap that was worth $5 on the ground and a few patrons rushed to pick up the money and the rags. The world was poor was an understatment and Cali liked her new job. Vigilante turned bounty hunter turned villain.
Cali looked up as a helicopter flew above her heading towards the fire. They dropped gallons of water on a building, but it didn't do much. She smirked. Looked like the government was finally getting involved. She smirked. The people were weak and it was her fault.
Cali was a superhero. Well, they called her a vigilante. No one ever saw her face and she was 12 when she discovered her powers. If you wanted to call it that. She had been taking Tai kwon do since a child from her Japanese father. She was 12 when she realized she could move at impossible speeds. She had taken to helping the police when she was 16. She thought she was would be like Batman and people would love her or like Superman. Instead she was more like Spiderman. The cops were hunting for her even though they also depended on her. Before they would just scream and if she heard it she would change and help. She was doing good she told herself over the last 11 years.
Cali lit a cigarette and threw the lit match into the nearby brush not really caring if it caught or not. Her mother had died in childbirth and her father raised her. She loved him dearly and he loved her. People would look and stare as his daughter had inherited his wife's caramel skin, but she also had Japanese features. Cali had thought herself of a ninja. Then the police had raided her father's dojo claiming that they had some evidence that he was the vigilante. There was a special kind of flooring mat that her father shipped from Japan and it so happened there was a residue and with forensics had deduce it came from here.
Cali tried to argue it could come from any of his students or anyone who visited wanting to learn self defense, but the police finally had a lead and wanted to blame something. They had a low rating with the public and if they could catch the vigilante then maybe they could shift that around. Cali's father locked eyes with his daughter and he knew...he knew she was the one. He had seen her get faster and faster and some things just didn't need to be spoken. He agreed to go. He was wearing Getas, a wooden Japanese shoe that was like a clog, but had a cloth that went between the toes like flip flops, and when the officer forcibly pushed him he tripped landing forward and unfortunately reaching out grabbed onto the waist and belt of the officer in front of him. It looked like an accident and her father wasn't trying to tackle or take the gun from the officer, but the other officer pulled out his gun and shot her father twice in the back.
Cali heard a woman screaming and it was only when they tried to pull her away that she realized it was her. Cali turned and ran out the back door and with a small burst was gone. It was 3 days later and a simple house fire and turned complicated quick. The police and fire department had record times to coming late to this fire and Cali had watched it grow and grow. Now the whole city was going to burn and she was happy to watch them burn.
"Help! Please help us," came the cries from the city.
Cali puffed on her cigarette. She turned to the city and blew out the smoke. "No."
~~~
It was two months later and you would think WWIII had happened instead of a fire that tore the superpower apart. No one could stop it and even when it looked like it was going out more grew in it's place. The United Nations had agreed that the great US of A could handle a fire and no one helped. The US retaliated by accidentally launching a few missiles. Their excuse that the fire had caused it and they hadn't meant to, except the missiles hit major countries and obliterated them. The countries retaliated with their own missles while other countries took advantage of the distraction and invaded countries that they wanted.
9 months later and there were no more superpowers or really no more world as you know it. It was more like a Mad Max world and Cali didn't give a shit that she could have prevented this. Infact, she thought this could have been worse. She walked into a dusty town and looked around. She wore a short motorcycle jacket that showed off her midriff and her guns at her hips. She had two short swords at her back and on top of those was her backpack. She slowly walked to the bounty office while she noted every person and who looked at her too long.
Cali walked inside and into the empty room. She pulled her bag around and pulled out two heads. "The McCall brothers. Dead or alive and worth $3000 Caps."
"They were worth $10K caps alive you know."
Cali looked at the man and he nodded before handing her a bag with her money inside. "They deserved to die." She pulled the rags that the heads had been in out of her bag and threw them on the ground. She turned and was walking out the door when the Officer was asking her who was going to pick that filth up. Cali dropped a silver cap that was worth $5 on the ground and a few patrons rushed to pick up the money and the rags. The world was poor was an understatment and Cali liked her new job. Vigilante turned bounty hunter turned villain.