They were here for sponsorships, for merchandise to appeal to young teens who wanted to be just like them, how dare they, do they even know what it fucking takes to get here. Didn’t want them to get hurt so that parents could whine and bitch to public officials about their precious babies who could shoot lasers out of their eyes getting a little boo-boo on their knee when stopping a mugger. It wasn’t training, or any of the excuses they spoon fed them: it was that they didn’t trust them. A sanitized, safe experience so they’d be perfect little weapons down the line. Sure, she hated their entire mission statement: to her it was nothing more than coddling at its finest, keeping people who could be putting gang-bangers, purse snatchers and all the sub-varieties of filth on the streets behind bars and far away from actually causing problems and instead sent them on perfectly safe, perfectly executed patrol patterns that every villain in the city knew by heart at this point. I've had a while to think on this, so I know exactly where I'm going with it now.Ĭontrary to how she acted towards them, Sophia did not hate the Wards. If you read this previously and the second chapter looks different than you remembered: it originally had a different ending, but I didn't like the pacing. I also want to state I know nothing about guns or crossbows and sorta did some research, common sense stuff, and just things that sounded cool. I have the next chapter written, will do a look over of it and post it. (also lost the password to this site for a little while, I played the guessing game with recov and lucked out.) A/N: Ever have you entire life shit on your face through a variety of things, and then have overwhelming dread consume you and kill your writing only to have something else hit you and make you come back to a project? Yeah, hello again.
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