I wasn't always like this you know. Sitting up here scouring the night, this useless city was like a beggar underneath my black clad feet. I wasn't always so cold and unforgiving, believe it or not, but there was a time where I could never imagine plunging a knife into someones chest, or punching a thug across the face with my knuckle duster.

There was a time when I was happy. There was a time when all of this meant something to me. But the good times were gone, and all that was left was this. A lifeless alley, my coat fluttering in the wind, and the single solitary handcuff around my wrist jingling every so often. Now there was just the night, and me. There was only me. A useless slave to the animalistic urges of blood and massacre. But this all may seem so confusing to you, so let me begin with a story like any other.

Tuesday. Tuesday was chemistry, algebra two, home economics and spanish three. It was honestly like any other day, the sun was out and there was air to breathe. School had been hell like always, but whatever right? Character building, it was all about character. I was walking home with Jesse and Dillon. My two best friends, the best friend a girl could have, but just friends, they always made sure to say that.

Out of fucking no where these three thugs walked out, and across us. Now what happened next isn't to unrealistic.

"Money, all of it." one of the thugs said, he was about my height, five eight, and was skinny as shit.

"Fuck you dude." Jesse said. It would be one of the last things he would ever say.

You see, Jesse was the hard ass of the group. He took shit from no one. He had lost too much to give a shit about what some stupid white ass skinny prick said. But today Jessie's act didn't go over well.

The white kid snapped his fingers like some mob boss and the two meat heads on either side grabbed Jesse and slammed him into the brick wall.

"What the fuck man?" Dillon said.

"Do you want to join him?" the thug said.

Dillon backed down, and started emptying his pockets. They let Jesse go, he walked back to us.

"Hey what about you girly?" he said, "got some money, or something better for me?" his sexual innuendos were laughable.

I giggled, my first mistake. And then tried to cover it up, my second. The thugs face grew angry. He was red in embarrassment. Before I knew it I was on the ground. The two meat heads had jesse and Dillon, beating them to a fine pulp, the other was on top of me.

I can remember very little from this point, but what I can remember was waking up, half clothed and covered in dirt and blood. I could feel that my pants had been taken off of my body, and I was lacking my underwear. This seems disturbing, but it only gets worse. I realized right then that something bad had happened, and I was terrified, as I should be. But nothing prepared me for what was next.

"Kimmie." I heard a voice. It seemed to be on the brink of death.

"What? Who's there?" I looked up from where I was resting.

"Over here, Kimmie..." the voice grew weaker.

I turned my head to the right, and there he was. Dillon. His face was almost unrecognizable. he had been so battered that he could barely speak.

"Oh God, Dillon, oh Dillon what happened?" I asked, my voice going haywire.

"I guess its better if you don't remember after all." he said, blood pouring from his mouth.

"Where's-where's Jesse?" I asked.

He hesitated, and took a gulp, and pointed behind a dumpster. I ran to him. I now wish I hadn't. His head had been crushed in probably by a boot or a crow bar. He wasn't breathing, and his eyes were glassy and lifeless.

I began crying. I crawled back over to Dillon.

"He's d-d-dead?" I asked, my stutter overwhelming me.

"Yea I saw it happen...I'm sorry Kimmie." Dillon said, his words becoming more and more slurred.

His eyes were fluttering, it scared me.

"Dillon, no, please, no, you cant leave me too!" I screamed, my voice was raw.

"It's going to be OK Kimmie. This is just how life is." he said. But I couldn't believe him.

"No, your so young, he...was so young." my voice was suffocated with sobs.

"We will both be with you Kimmie. I'm just so sorry that this happened, I'm so sorry..." he said.

"No, no, no god damn it!" I was so angry and scared. I quickly dialed 911 and gave them our location.

"Help is on the way." I tried to comfort him.

"Only for you Kim." he said back to me. "I love you Kimmie White."

and he kissed me. His kiss was bloody, and sloppy, a last ditch effort...

Two months and four suicide attempts later here I am. Sitting on the rooftops, staring down below, waiting for life to present its self to me. You know sometimes I can still feel his bloody swollen lips on mine, and every time I feel so ill.

So fuck Kick Ass and Hit Girl. Fuck all the new villains and all of those passers by. I'm not there to save lives, I'm here to take them.

Hello, I am Kimmie White, and I'm here to fuck shit up...

The Chemist will lay this city to waste.