A young kid strolled along the street absentmindedly, abandoned factories and warehouses surrounding him.

Worn down and covered in graffiti, it was one of those places in every city that nobody really knew or cared about, but that just made it a great place for a bored suburban kid of about eleven years old to explore on a sunny Saturday afternoon, especially if said kid had a lax attitude towards the no trespassing signs that dotted the landscape.

The weathered old building's were often full of interesting old machines, or bits and pieces of whatever the factory or warehouse had left behind. He never knew what he might find each time he snuck into one of these dilapidated old places, and today he was farther into this urban jungle than he had ever wandered before.

He was a pretty average looking kid. Dark brown hair, t-shirt and shorts, sneakers; it seemed that the only thing he was missing was a baseball cap, otherwise he would look the very definition of generic little boy on his summer vacation.

So, with thoughts of action movies running through his head, he imagines himself as a tough, but suave secret agent, sent by the spy agency to find the evil guys secret base, his imaginary game obviously based off James Bond. He pretends to get a message from the agency on his 'wrist communicator', aka the watch he got from a cereal box, saying

"Agent double-O-eight, our sources indicate that the evil doctors base is somewhere around here, KKZZZT…" in his best imitation of a static warped voice.

"I see it home base." he responds while walking to a door leading into a large warehouse painted a dark green "I'm goin in the evil lair now."

He grabs the handle and tugs, but the door doesn't budge. He try's shaking it, then pulls again, then shoves with all his might, but the door just doesn't budge.

"Uhhhhhh, I meant this one." He says with a hint of embarrassment as he walks over to the next warehouse, 'this one' being painted a dark red that chipped and cracked with age, interspaced with the occasional work of graffiti, and grabs the handle of the big sheet metal sliding door that was used for loading and unloading cargo, pulling with all his might.

With a rusty, metallic screech, it gives way, and he pulls the big door open just enough for him to squeeze into the warehouse. But before he enters, he leans against the outside of the door and peeks around the corner to check and see if anyone's in there, an action that seemed pretty futile when it came to preserving his stealth considering the amount of noise he made opening the door.

Never the less as he looks around the corner, he sees a bunch of weird shapes in the darkness, but no movement, so with a whisper into his watch he proclaims

"I'm goin in."

and tiptoes into the warehouse. Slowly his eyes begin to adjust to the dim light, and when they finally do, he is astounded by what he finds.

All around him, there are wooden sculptures, both large and small, most of them depicting some large intimidating animal. He lets out a hushed "wow" as he walks up to the nearest sculpture, forgetting his imaginary game as he inspects the incredible sculpture of an owl resting on a stump. The detail is amazing, like something that belonged in a museum, from the talons gripping the wood, to the detail of the feathers.

He reaches out to stroke the wing of the owl, surprised to find the wood rather rough and prickly, not like the smooth, treated wood he was used to.

Turning away from the owl, he looked around and was awestruck by the number of sculptures, almost all of which showed great skill in their design, so he walked through the warehouse, trying to get a good look at every last one, his shoes kicking up small clouds of the sawdust that lay in a thin blanket across the warehouse floor as he walked.

He felt more and more like he was in some sort of museum at night, the filthy skylights letting in just enough light to see by, and all these thoughts added to his sense of adventure; he just couldn't wait to show his friends what he had found.

"They're gonna be so jealous when they see this!" He says in hushed tones while positively beaming with delight.

As he inspected, he found that there were all sorts of wooden sculptures in the warehouse, no two being quite the same. There were bears, bats, horses, fish, lizards, along with animals he never would have imagined as a wooden sculpture, like jellyfish, dinosaurs, or giant beetles, even mythical animals like dragons, and creatures that seemed to defy description could be seen among the sculptures, although not all the sculptures were animals. Some were just abstract swirls, or plants, or people, like one of a medieval knight. But his favorite one had to be the giant cobra, rearing up to strike from its coils, with a tail like some sort of hooked spear, held almost like a rattlesnake would hold its rattle.

What he would give to have that in his bedroom. Every kid in school would want to come to his house to see his snake!

But what was he thinking? It's not his snake, it probably belonged to someone, they all did, he couldn't take any of these (and more importantly, most of them were too big to be carried home anyway) but as he neared the back of the warehouse, where the sawdust was most plentiful, he saw the space where the sculptures were made.

A large, empty area, with uncut chunks of wood on one side, and a large pile of scrap pieces of wood that had been sawed off from the sculptures on the other side. And much to his delight, in this pile were bits and pieces of broken or failed sculptures.

He might not be able to take any of the sculptures, but nobody would mind if he took some of their scrap.

He sifts through the pile, picking out any interesting bits and pieces he could find, and getting covered in splinters in the process, although he was too engrossed to care at the moment.

His search reveals plenty of awesome peices, including a bears paw, a half-finished dogs head, some sort of bowl, and the pièce de résistance. A shark, completely finished carving, but split in half down the middle due to a natural weakness in the wood, making it easily glued back together back at his house.

But still, it was too large for him to try and carry back with him, so taking a few of the smaller fragments, he leaves the warehouse for home, with the plan to come back late that night for the rest.

After nightfall he makes his way back to the warehouse, the moon shining brightly in the sky to light his way (albeit a bizarre looking moon, with a bite mark on one side, and the letters HA carved into its face…. but that's an entirely different story).

He frantically pedals his bike down the sidewalks and alleyways, a wide smile forming on his face as he grows closer and closer to his goal, but as he turns the final corner and the warehouse comes into view, he slows to a halt, and his face falls into an expression of confusion.

There are lights on in the warehouse, and a slight buzzing sound coming from within it.

Cautiously, he dismounts his bike and walks it the rest of the way to the entrance.

Leaning the bike against the wall beside the door, he reaches for the door handle while thinking to himself aloud

"I bet it's the guy who made the sculptures, maybe now I can ask permission if I can have that cobra!"

He grabs the handle and tugs, the door sliding open a few feet with a screech, and the slight buzzing sound turns into a dull roar of machinery as he glances through the door.

He could tell that the noise and lights were coming from that work area, but his view was too blocked by all the sculptures too tell anything else, so cautiously, he makes his way through the maze of sculptures, following the light and sound, until he comes to a halt at the edge of the work area, stunned by his discovery.

In the circle, surrounded by the bright work lights, was someone he knew only from hushed rumors, and parental warnings. Spoken of among many like they spoke of the infamous boogie man, but unlike ihis/i debatable existence, was without a doubt a painful reality to anyone brave enough to call themselves a super hero in these twin cities.

Deertown-hobblevilles own mysterious chainsaw wielding maniac, the Chainsaw Vigilante.

Though he had never seen this masked villain in person before, there was no mistaking… her? He had heard that the Chainsaw Vigilante was a girl, but nobody had ever seemed quite sure.

But there was no question, before him stood one of the most infamous people he knew, carving a sea horse out of a large block of wood with a bright yellow chainsaw.

Her black leather jacket, one sleeve of which was ordained with silver spikes which ran up and down her forearm, was covered in a fine mist of sawdust, and the bright yellow mask she wore, with its disturbing smiley face motif, was screwed in a determined expression as the sea horse was hewn from the wood with expert precision and skill; the upside-down smiley face button on her lapel catching the light as she moved, along with her long, light brown hair, with its one long, slightly curled piece of hair that reached out over her mask and down her face.

Suddenly, she stops her work, and looks around quizzically, as if sensing a presence, and he quickly hides behind one of the statues to avoid her line of sight.

The roar of the chainsaw ceases, and there's a soft clunk as it's put down. His heart rate increasing, he turns to look around the side of the sculpture, only to see the Chainsaw Vigilante standing right there in front of him, making him jump back in surprise.

"So you're the kid who broke into my warehouse yesterday." Her tone stern and accusatory.

"How did you…"

"You really think I can't tell when people come and mess with my things?" She responds to the boy angrily, before saying more to herself than anyone as she rubbed her eyes with one hand stressfully.

"A kid, it had to be a snot nosed kid to who figured out what I did in my spare time. Of all the rotten luck."

"You're the Chainsaw vigilante!" the kid suddenly shouts in an excited, matter of fact tone, like he was meeting a celebrity, which he kinda was.

"Way to go kid, sounds like you've got pointing out the obvious down pat." Her voice dripping in sarcasm as she brushed off some of the sawdust that covered her outfit, before she leaned down to his level, her mask taking on a more intimidating expression.

" Now, why don't you humor me for a moment you little twerp. You obviously know who I am…"

she leaned in a bit closer, so close that his nose could almost touch her mask.

b"So why aren't you running?"/b

But instead of fear, a smug look comes over his face as he crosses his arms over his chest, looking her dead in the eye as he replies

"You don't scare me, you only go after people in costume, and I'm in normal clothes, see?"

He says motioning to his generic little boy outfit of a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

Throwing her hands up in the air in a mixture of sarcasm and frustration she shouted

"Greeeeat, so now he's got an attitude on top of everything!"

Before turning back on him and pointing her finger accusingly

"Look you little brat. You're best off forgetting you were ever here. Go and run back home to mommy and daddy like a good little pest, before I start considering more painful consequences for your trespassing."

"But I just… "but she interjects with

"Stuff it kid. Now pipe down. I need a minute to figure out what I'm going to do with you."

She starts pacing back and forth as she thinks, but before long he falls in step beside her, and starts off rattling question after question too her.

"Could I have one of your wood animals?"

"Why do you slice up superheroes with a chainsaw?"

"Is Chainsaw Vigilante your real name?"

"Have you always been a girl?"

"How do you even see anything with that mask on?"

At first she's curious as to why the kid was following her in her pacing, but it quickly turns to annoyance as she pauses for a second or two looking thoroughly peeved about the still talking kid that stood directly behind her, until finally, she snaps.

With a furious roar, and a terrifying expression on her mask, she spins around in the blink of an eye; a large knife which had appeared in her hand seemingly out of no-where gets imbedded in the head of a rather innocent looking wooden rabbit that rested not two feet from where the boy stood with a dull "Thunk", the knife sinking about halfway up the blade into the wood, causing the boy to jump in surprise, and then cower in fear as she yelled.

"You stupid little brat! I am not someone you can just endlessly pester and get away with it! I have that reputation for a reason! Now I was trying to cut you a little slack since you obviously have some issues with the whole concept of self-preservation, but since you can't seem to take a hint I'm gonna make it perfectly clear to you.

I am the God-Damn Chainsaw Vigilante! I've got almost every superhero in the country city running in Fear of ME! And unless you want me to add trespassing little morons to my list you had better shut your trap for two minutes while I figure out what to do with you!"

She wrenches the knife from the wooden rabbits head as she turns away from the shocked kid, who was now on the verge of crying. Her shoulders rising and falling with each deep, angry breath as she tries to calm down.

Her breathing evening out, she quickly checks her watch, the hand holding the knife pulling up her leather sleeve for a quick glance.

"It's past midnight."

She mutters to no one in particular, her knife hand lowering to rest on her hip as she considers things for a moment.

Suddenly she glances over her shoulder and meets the little boy with an intense stare. He found himself wishing to turn away, but unable to, instead standing stock still, mesmerized by the fierce gaze of her bright yellow mask.

She eventually turns her gaze away from him, and he lets out a breath he hadn't known that he was even holding until now.

Calmly and with a well-practiced movement, she puts the knife back into one of the tall boots she wore, then set off to the unfinished sculpture of a seahorse she had been working on; the click click click of her boot heels echoing around the abandoned warehouse as she walked.

Her long, smooth gait seemed to betray some sort of barely concealed fury, reminding the boy of his father the time he had accidentally broken a headlight of the family car with a baseball.

He almost whimpered as he stood glued to the spot in fear. Now he understood why the superheroes thought she was so terrifying, it seemed like everything she did was somehow intimidating, he wondered why he didn't see it before. His eyes widen further as she picks up her chainsaw, the bright lamps glinting off the small, razor sharp blades that lined its edge with gleaming silver. She smacks the flat side of the chainsaw with one hand to dislodge the remaining sawdust, then grabbed her long hair and moved it out of the way as she holstered the chainsaw across her back, before starting to walk back towards him.

He cringes in fear as she gets close, but she walks right past him without so much as a glance, instead going straight to the large, sliding metal door, still slightly opened from when he had entered, and wrenches it open further. The cool night breeze blows through the opening, making her long hair flutter in the breeze slightly.

Noticing his bike right outside the door she grabs it and places it down inside the warehouse, finally turning to look at him.

"Come on kid, I'm walking you home."

This confuses him. Not a moment ago he had been expecting to be torn to shreds, but now she sounded almost friendly.

"Come on shrimp, I don't have all night."

He takes a step back and shakes his head no, not taking his eyes off her. She sighs and rolls her eyes, then grabs the bikes handles and walks it over to him.

"I wasn't asking, now let's go."

She says while fixing him with a stern, but not angry gaze.

Tenitivelly he grabs the bike, and slowly walks it out of the warehouse, Chainsaw Vigilante following close behind. As they leave she pulls a big switch on the wall, shutting down the bright lights in the warehouse before walking out and wrenching the door shut behind them. He chances a look up at her mask.

Though its expression was now more calm and neutral, it still unnerved him to look at it, especially in the moonlight.

"Now, I don't have to tell you to never come here again, or mention this to anyone, do I?"

He shakes his head no.

"Good, now lead the way kid."

Cautiously, not quite wanting to turn his back to her, he turns and starts to walk towards home, chainsaw vigilante following his lead.

Trying to muster his confidence, he asks "Why are you walking me home?"

"Well" she replied "you've already stumbled into me tonight, so with the way your luck is going so far tonight, I can't afford to take any chances. Plus it's one of those responsibility things, you probably wouldn't understand."

"But with all the superheroes always patrolling the street every night, I should be fine walking home by myself."

She shoots a venomous glare at him, obvious that he struck a nerve, so he shuts his trap. But she answers his question regardless.

"You can't trust all the superheroes kid." She says as she turns away from him and looks back at the road for a moment before continuing.

"Why don't you think about it this way, would a superhero NOT tell your parents you've been wandering around this late? Or what if you mentioned that you had met me, you think they wouldn't make a big deal of that? Do you want all that trouble?"

He thinks for a moment before responding timidly "No mam".

She smirks at that. Before carrying on in a more sarcastic tone "Of course you could be one of those kids who actually likes all the attention, you could probably even get in the papers." She motions out a headline with her hands "Random superhero saves kid who wasn't in danger from Chainsaw Vigilante, or how about, Local super villain is artistically inclined, boy finds warehouse full of sculptures made by Chainsaw Vigilante. Or even local boy severely beaten after squealing on Chainsaw Vigilante. But we don't have to worry about that one right?"

He mumbles back "My parents would still kill me for being out so late."

"Good, because as far as I'm concerned, once you're home, then it's like this never happened, and as long as you don't do anything stupid, then it will stay that way."

They walk in silence down the dark unlit streets between the warehouses, the moon casting just enough light to see by. Cautiously, he asks "Why do you hate superheroes so much?"

"Why do you love them so much?" she immediately snaps back.

"I don't love superheroes!"

"I bet you do, I bet you want to marry one and then have little superhero babies and live together as a big happy superhero family."

He looks away uncomfortably, biting his lower lip slightly, and her eyes widen slightly in surprise "You've got to be kidding me. Your parents are superheroes aren't they?"

"Umm no, they aren't" he replies really unconvincingly.

She sighs and rubs her eyes with one hand again in frustration "I thought I smelled hero on you, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions, so which ones are they?" he opens his mouth to speak but she interrupts him

"On second thought don't answer that, I don't want to know. I can't blame you for your parents, so it doesn't matter anyway." She pauses and looks up at her surroundings. "This way has too many people this time of night. We're taking a detour."

He gives a timid "Alright" in return.

"Good, follow me." Her footsteps suddenly seem much quieter as she lengthens her strides and takes the lead down an alley, making him almost have to jog to keep up. With the alleyways being so dark, he would often lose sight of her, but he never got lost as she would always wait for him whenever they had to make a turn, with at one point the two of them even having to hop a chain link fence, with her giving him a boost over it, then following him while carrying the bike.

Soon they make it to the beginning of a suburban neighborhood that seemed bizarrely close to the big city skyscrapers compared to most quaint little neighborhoods. If they were any closer the skyscrapers would probably cast a shadow over them at the right time of day.

He takes the lead again as the two of them walk down the streets and before long he comes to a halt in front of a certain house and looks up at Chainsaw Vigilante expectantly

"Is this it?" she asks.

"Yep, this is my house."

She gives a quick once over of the place, spotting an open window on the second floor. "Did you climb out the window?"

He gives a quick nod, so she walks over to the porch overhang below it, and kneels, cupping her hands in preparation to give him a boost back up to the window like they had done with the fence. Leaning his bike against the side of the house he walks over to her and she hoists him up to the porch roof, where he looks back down at her, overall looking pretty happy with how his night had went.

"Oh, and kid? One last thing." she say's, looking back up at him with a smirk before saying a little creepily.

"bI know where you live/b".

His face falls and his blood goes cold as she turns around and starts walking away, with one last casual wave over her shoulder at him she shouts "Good bye forever kid, have a nice life." And soon she disappears into the darkness.