Alisa_Perne
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- Joined
- Jan 6, 2012
- Location
- On the beach
Dawn of the day after the last superhero was killed. Legends never die, they always said, heroes will always be around, since the dawn of the first meta human years ago to yesterday this was true. Then it happened. An alien much like superman came from another world, only his intent was to conquer. For years the meta humans kept the villains of this world scattered, on their toes or behind bars. The war was being won by good as it should be. All was well till Abraxas arrived, in the past 20 years he had rallied all of the villains from every corner of the globe and unified them into an army, a very dangerous and deadly army. So in turn the heroes rallied a unified strike force to fight back, but it was as if this mysterious figure later to be known as Abraxas knew all of their weaknesses. Every time this team went out to fight the villains they came back with a body, some battles were won, but it was never a decisive victory. Then, yesterday Abraxas came down himself to call out the last Superhero, Super Girl, a cousin of the man of steel himself, out for a fight. She answered her heroes calling with all the bravery and duty she could muster but he cut her in two with kryptonite blades. That was the day they won. They took over the government, the military, put the entire world in their pocket and its citizens under their heel. You still had to work, you still had to make money, none of that changed but were you caught even whispering the name of a hero you were killed. Drones, cameras, everywhere, there was no crime, no murder, only a unified sense of fear. The villains called it paradise, any rational human would call this a dystopia.
Enter Harley, a 23 year old woman, in exceptional shape, born right before the dawn of the villains, she knew how to run, and she was fast, she attributed this to how she kept herself in peak physical shape nothing more. She awoke that next day, not a single hope in her heart, only sadness. Yesterday the final flame on the candle had been burned out, the last light flickered before it faded. What could she do? She was only human. After eating her breakfast of oatmeal, a banana and a glass of milk, as was her standard healthy breakfast every day. She put on her jogging clothes, a sports bra and some yoga pants. Tying her running shoes she took a minute to look at herself in the mirror. She flexed a few times before popping in her headphones and pressing play. She jogged down the street, shadow boxing and pushing herself. She could jog for miles, and today her goal was ten, easily done for her, she would stop to bob and weave and do some shadow boxing before keeping moving, her body dripping sweat, but she was steady and ready, her breath deep and confident as she jogged down the street.
Enter Harley, a 23 year old woman, in exceptional shape, born right before the dawn of the villains, she knew how to run, and she was fast, she attributed this to how she kept herself in peak physical shape nothing more. She awoke that next day, not a single hope in her heart, only sadness. Yesterday the final flame on the candle had been burned out, the last light flickered before it faded. What could she do? She was only human. After eating her breakfast of oatmeal, a banana and a glass of milk, as was her standard healthy breakfast every day. She put on her jogging clothes, a sports bra and some yoga pants. Tying her running shoes she took a minute to look at herself in the mirror. She flexed a few times before popping in her headphones and pressing play. She jogged down the street, shadow boxing and pushing herself. She could jog for miles, and today her goal was ten, easily done for her, she would stop to bob and weave and do some shadow boxing before keeping moving, her body dripping sweat, but she was steady and ready, her breath deep and confident as she jogged down the street.