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My heart pounds in my chest as I sprint down the street toward the source of the portal. As I blast one of the monsters with a bolt of electricity, I find myself thinking about how strange life can sometimes be. I mean, you never know just what is going to happen, do you? 

Just a few months ago, I was living a life that most people would kill for. I was the daughter of a multibillionaire businessman, partying whenever I wanted, doing what I wanted, when and where I wanted. I was unstoppable. I was quite the socialite in LA, living a vapid lifestyle, and it was all good. Granted, I wasn’t exactly keeping up with the Kardashians or anything like that, but I did alright for myself.

Then a freak storm hits, I get struck by this weird red lightning, and now I’m in the middle of Lost Haven fighting demons and I just met Icon. [i]The Icon.[/i] If I weren’t so terrified, I’d be on Cloud 9 right now. Unfortunately, I’m not able to enjoy the moment on account that I am fighting for my life against the hordes of Hell at this very instant. 

As I round a corner about three blocks south of Sherman Square, I see a couple of the demons tormenting a group of tourists who, by the looks of things had tried to find shelter in one of the shops that had been suddenly abandoned when the demons started making meals out of the patrons. Which begged the question: “Why the fuck would anyone vacation in Lost Haven?

Seriously.

This city is constantly under threat from some sort of nefarious menace. No sane person would ever [i][u]want[/i][/u] to live here. Let alone visit. 

“Hey fangs!” I call out, having recently run out of witty one liners in the face of the apocalypse. “Over here!”

The demon turns to face me and gives a twisted smile as it begins running towards me. As if by instinct, I reach back and throw a small, baseball sized “lightning ball” at the demon, striking it in the chest. The attack staggers the thing, but does not stop it. The demon keeps coming at me, and his “friend,” no doubt distracted by my interference joins him. 

At first, I’m afraid. I can’t deny that. Those creatures have been terrorizing the city for hours. They’ve killed countless people since that portal opened, and I’m afraid for my life. But that fear quickly passes as I launch another bolt of electricity right into the chest of the first demon, which then jumped from the first creature to the second, linking them in a chain of electricity which fried the creatures, leaving them smoldering husks, much like the demons that had attacked me in my office. 

I ran over to the tourists who were still hiding in the shop, and was surprised by the looks of disappointment on their faces. At first I couldn’t figure out what the problem was, but then it dawned on me:

They had absolutely no idea who I was. 

And I got it. In a city full of super heroes like Icon and Iron Knight, they got rescued by me. To say that I’m a D lister in my makeshift costume is a bit of a stretch. But I don’t let their lack of enthusiasm deter me.

“Stay out of sight until this is over.” I say in the most commanding voice I can muster, and then leave them standing there to ponder what had just happened as I make my way toward Sherman Square.

Once I get to my destination, which has been referred to as Lost Haven’s Times Square, I can’t believe my eyes. The Square is littered with hundreds of corpses, the sickly sweet stench of blood is heavy in the air. I have never in all my life, seen anything quite like it. And to be honest, it’s something that I never want to see again. The image of the mass carnage is instantly burnt into my mind, and I know that I will never be able to unsee what I have just seen, and that these images will haunt me forever in my dreams. 

“What can I possibly do to stop this?” I ask myself, just as I see the calvary starting to arrive, in the form of what looks to be that Iron Knight guy, and some woman with him, and with their arrival my faith that we can somehow shut this thing down is starting to be restored.