I was only in my pajama shorts and a thin T-shirt when the door bell rang. I excitedly trot to the door. "Well if it isn’t my favorite person in the whole world." I say swinging the door open. My heart plummets to my stomach at the sight of Rodger , my ex-fiancé. "You’re not the pizza man." I say sheepishly. He gives me his classic half smile." I would have brought pizza if I knew it would make me your favorite person again." My heart shatters but I keep a stoic uninterested face.

" what do you want." I try to sound hostile but I don’t know if I am convincing. I can see him looking around at the apartment where I have piles of fast food boxes and take out. I can see that look in his eyes that look I dread so much it is a look of pure pity.

" when was the last time you left the house?" He looks so worried about me , how can he still care after all I have put him through.

" I really don’t need a lecture from you Rodger what do you want." In truth I hadn’t left the house in weeks Ben had been dropping off food , if it weren’t for him I might not be eating at all.

"Your mother sent me to talk some sense into you." I rolled my eyes so hard i am surprised they didn’t get stuck."She is worried about Violet."

"She is worried about her career." I mutter under my breath. "Why would she send you I am pretty sure I recall calling off our engagement, why would you even want to talk to me."

"I care about you and I want to get whatever is wrong with you straightened out." I can hear the desperation in his voice, but I can’t exactly explain to him why we can’t work. I try to keep myself calm but I can feel it rising.

" what’s wrong with me?! Because if I don’t want to marry you any more than there is obviously something wrong with me right?" I feel my self shaking as I get angrier Rodger looks like I just slapped him in the face.

" Don’t be like that." He whispers I can tell he is walking on eggshells trying not to upset me like I am some bomb ready to explode.

"Stop you don’t get to treat me like that."

"Like what?" He asks innocently.

"Like I am broken I am not broken!" I feel tears streaming down my face and at this point I am trying to convince myself more than him.

"No you are broken and I am trying to fix you ,out of the blue you call off our engagement and move out you cut ties with everyone except Ben. I am trying to understand what you’re going through."

"You can’t possibly understand what I am going through now go just get out." I practically shove him out. The door slams and my back slides down against it. I stand up still shaking with anger. Doesn’t he know I am trying to protect him, of course he doesn’t he can’t. I walk to the bathroom and look the mess in the mirror my hair is a nest of red on top of my head in a sloppy bun. The veins under my eyes were black with the darkness, my normally greyish blue eyes now glowed purple. I took deep breaths and clung to the edge of the sink , and watched as the black retreated and my eyes faded back to their original color. How am I supposed to live like this constantly afraid of my emotions, scared of hurting the people around me. I heard a knock on the door promptly followed by it opening.

"I knocked this time are you happy." I heard the framilar comforting lilt of Bens British accent.

"Better but you still didn’t give me time to answer you could have caught me doing something scandalous." I say adding emphasis on the last word.

"Oh sorry love, I swear I shall do better next time m’lady." He said with a bow. I rolled my eyes smiling at the goofy grin he wears. " I have a mission for you should you choose to except it and even if you don’t I may force you."

"What is it." I ask suspiciously raising my eyebrow.he sticks his hand in his curly sandy brown hair.

"Please get dressed and go out into the world." He says cringing as if I am going to attack.

"No." I whine. Pleading with my eyes. I have been scared to go out since the incident at the docks. It’s hard to just go out and enjoy your self when a temper tantrum could kill those around you.

"Come on just baby steps can you just go to the store and get us some dinner it’s like two blocks away."

" fine if you will shut up about it." I run to my room and throw on some jeans and a black hoodie. I immediately regret my decision it is cold and wet ,it had just rained and there was still moisture hanging in the air. The streets sparkled with water. I went into the store trying not to look to shady but still not making any eye contact. I just wanted to be back to the safety of my home, then I hear a scream. I look and see a woman in a dark alley getting held at gunpoint. As an illustrator for a comic book company I know a whole lot about heros and origin stories for most this would be the deciding moment where they made that big choice that changed everything. It wasn’t a decision for me though ,I saw she was in trouble and before my mind could really catch up I was body slamming the mugger.

"Run!" Yell to the woman who nods and takes off running. I turn back to the attacker who is standing up.

"Oh you are dead bitch." He says wiping his mouth. He charges at me and I dodge with ease stepping down hard on his leg as he stumbles past. He takes a swing at me but I coat my hand in darkness and catch his fist crushing it. I knee him in the stomach and smash his head on the alley wall and he is out cold. I feel this adrenaline surging inside me for the first time in a while I feel in control. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a can of purple spray paint next to a dumpster. Every superhero has a thing I think to my self before spray painting a large pair of wings above the muggers head.

I burst through the door flinging the groceries aside."Ben you won’t believe it but I was getting groceries like you said to and as I was walking home I saw this woman getting mugged and I just body slam him to the ground and then I promptly finish kicking his ass. I was so bad ass Ben."I was still practically vibrating with excitement.

"Wait hold on does this mean what I think this means?" Ben Is grinning ear to ear. I nod.

" I want to use my power for good to protect this city, I mean the cops are ok at what they do but they need help there is no way they can handle all these new criminals that are popping up."

" Oh so many questions what will your name be how will you get a suit?"

" calm down Ben well I can’t name myself that would be lame the city has to name me and as for a suit I know a girl."

The next day I was all over the news so far I have mixed reviews some were concerned others exited. The media was calling me The fallen angel of Cresent city. I was sitting on the couch watching the news when the police cheif came on in a press conference.

"She is not and angel or a savior she is simply a dangerous renegade trying to do the job of the police," I turn to Ben with a smile.

"Renegade has a nice ring to it,"