It was a rainy night in Chicago. I walk through the streets, hiding underneath a dark hoodie as I head towards the cemetery with flowers. Many awful memories take place there. Including my "Death." I never meant to fake it, but I had to start over. I had some of my tattoos removed including the one on my chest and my neck. For the rest of them, I hid underneath my clothes. I still had my piercings, but they were barely visible due to my hoodie. I wore black gloves with black jeans and long boots so basically everything was covered. I reach the cemetery and I look around at all the tombstones, but none of them meant as much to me as Lena's. I walk over to her grave feeling regret. She died at such a young age all because of me. I gave the information to find them and now a little girl ends up dead. I lay the flowers on top of her tombstone and I start to leave. Ever since my "Death" occurred, I have been having nightmares for months. Nothing seems to stop them so sometimes I go out at night wandering the streets of Chicago, trying to forget about him, but I know he is still in this city. The man you know as the vigilante is who I am talking about, but I can't think about him. Not now. I need to get to a place where I can keep my mind off of him and that place was the bar. I'm not going to drink, but I just think of it as a place where I can think about other things. I leave the cemetery and head towards the bar in Pawnee. It was the closest one I could think of. When I got there, I opened the doors and see about six men sitting at the bar. I was expecting it to be empty at this hour, but I guess not. I walk in and they stare at me, but I could care less. I sit at an empty table across the bar and face away from them. I hear chatter coming from the men, but I ignore them. I rest my hands on the table and start to think about was has been going on recently. The corporation Virus has been threatening the city. I've been trying to take them down, but so far it hasn't been great. They have been sending men to take me down, but I won't be defeated so easily. Their leader's name is Kent Simmons. He is the one who holds it together. He is my target and I can't let anyone get in the way. I hear someone walking towards me. I believe it was one of the guys who were sitting at the bar. I don't turn around though. I try to keep calm.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he started, Comin into our bar and actin like you're all that."

He sounded British. I don't say anything to him.

"What, got nothin to say?"

I hear laughter in the background. He mumbles something as he reaches for my hoodie. Right then and there I stopped him by grabbing a firm hold to his wrist and before he could even react, I flipped him over on the table, causing it to collapse. I turn to the other men who were still at the bar. They all stood up.

"Get her boys," he commanded.

One of them come at me. He tries to swing at me, but I dodge it and kick him in his sides, causing him to slam into the pool table. I reach for the pool stick that was sitting on the pool table and jabbed the next guy in the stomach. He held his stomach in pain as I knocked him across his face with the end of the stick and he was out cold. The man that I slammed into the pool table gets back up and tried to hit me again, but I managed to dodge just in time and use one of my traps which was an electric ring and shocked him, causing him to collapse. Two men grab my arms and held me back against the wall as the third one grabbed his shotgun. He aimed the gun towards me, but I stabbed the guy who was holding my left arm and before the man could shoot, I used the other guy as cover and the man shot him instead. I pushed the dead one aside as the man tries to reload his gun. I quickly reach for one of the beer bottles that was sitting at the bar table and slam it across his face. The glass shattered and the remains of the bottle was sharp. I use it to stab the man which caused him to cough out blood. He falls to the ground. I look down and see blood on my hands. I slowly look back up and see the bartender staring at me. Surprisingly, he didn't look terrified. Instead he looked calm as if these kinds of fights have happened before. He then goes back to cleaning one of glasses. I turn away from him and walk out of the bar. I don't know what that bartender was going to do, but I honestly don't really care. He can tell the police about what happened, but he doesn't know who I am and he looked pretty calm. I know I am going to get myself into trouble for this, but I've been into enough fights. Now I'm going to go back and tell how it all began. I remember...