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Former Hero

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I was never sure of myself to begin with, never sure if this was the road I should be taking.  A road that was all about violence and death than any true sense of justice.  When I joined up with a band of hero's, all of us new to this game; and it is a game, there is not way around this.  Being a hero is not about getting famous, it's not about doing a good job with delivering the criminals to justice; no being a hero is about being cunning, it's about tricks and decite.

That's what many wannabe hero's should remember, justice can take place, but you have no say in it.  You are the middle man, the one who goes out of your way to make sure these people are delivered to justice.  You play no part in what sort of justice is dished out, if any is of course.  You could deliver the most evil man, a man who has murdered many people but they will let him off the hook; why? Because money talks, along with having the right connections.

That's what it's all about, no matter what age we are in, a hero's job is just like the police, there are many crooked people out there, many will get let off the hook without too much trouble, all due to having the right connections.  It's sickening.

I was told off by my team, I was negative after the leader of the mob was let off and I really went to town on the team about it; after all of us had worked so hard to get him arrested and this happened! The man was let off, he spent only a month in prison and then was let off with just a mere slap on the wrist.  I deplored the justice system and wanted to do something else, that we should do something else.  Our leader at that time spoke to me in private, because I had come across as being rather angry about what had happened and essentially de-motivated the team.  I was given a warning about what happened, as I continued to think about it all though, after everything I had done, everything we had done, this was how the justice system worked.

I couldn't let myself continue on like that, I couldn't be that type of hero.  So I left, gave up my codename, gave up being a hero for good and became a normal human.

I kept an eye on my former team, I couldn't exactly let go of my past completely.  The more I saw of them and the reports, the news papers reporting on what they had done and how the criminals were getting away with it, my blood boiled.  I was told to stop looking at these news papers, to stop getting upset over something I had no control over, I was told to let it go, that I was the one who choose to give up being a hero, that I didn't work hard enough to make a difference.
These people didn't know me at all.  The justice system isn't flawed, it's a joke.  

I am cynical in my old age I suppose.  I regret what I have done, I regret helping people who turned their back on me when I was no longer the hero, if I didn't dress for the part no one wanted to know me.
The time for hero's has passed, the time has come for these normal people to stand on their own two feet and work hard to get the justice they so desire, instead of making those who have gifts do it for them.

I am tired of doing this, I am tired of being ripped to shreds by everyone, risking my own life to save these people.  I look over this capital city, with it's bright lights, beautiful views and the castle before me.  All I can think of though is how many people are going to be murdered tonight? How many people will be killed by the mob, or local gang; who will be robbed in the night? This city might be beautiful to look at, but underneath it all? It's dark and evil.

It should burn.

I know it will be a hard battle to fight, to prove that people, every human who has no morals, deserve to die in flames, who deserve the full force of justice to be dished out to them.
Every single one of them deserves to die.  

I care little for these pathetic human's now, they had their chance, they had plenty of chances to praise me and to give me a good reward.  Instead they mock me, they accuse me of getting in the polices way, when really I saved them time and saved people's lives by catching the one's who would kill again and again.

I know my name has been around, my hero name has been in many news papers, on the radio, news and magazines, all of them talking about me as if I wasn't even a person with feelings, as if I was nothing more than an object for them to look at and access.

I am no longer letting them do that.  I will not allow any human to dare tarnish me.

I remember my first time going out as a hero, saving a couple from being robbed and hurt, I saw the fear in their eyes.  I still see fear in some people's eyes when I save them.  I liked it.
I want that fear to stay, I want people to remember and understand that I am something to be feared, that I am a goddess and they should worship me as one.
It is what I deserve considering all that I have done for these people.

Worship me or die in flames; so say Hera!

If any of my former allies are foolish to try and fight me, they will suffer as well, I have no time to deal with them, I know their weakness' better than they know mine.  I know how to keep my powers a secret, they do not.  I know how to defeat and kill them all if I have to.
One of the ideas of having Hera doing her first saving of some people being robbed, with them looking at her with fear in their eyes was from the Marvel Comic The Trials of Loki.

I had to figure out about the villain of the piece, the reasons why they are the other side and I wanted it to be of a more realistic choice, something that isn't completely... wrong.  In that I mean that it could be understandable why she choose to do what she does, even though she kind of had a break inbetween, or tried to.

This is just me getting Hera into my head.    
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