I alight on top of the sky scraper, looking down at the city of Milwaukee. I must admit, it's really interesting being able to fly. It's just me, myself and I. Well, there is the occasional bird. But other than that, it's pretty fun. I sit up there, watching as the sun sinks below the horizon. That's when my job starts. Yep, I'm your typical butt-kicking superhero. Only so far I haven't had much of a challenge. All of the robbers and gangs here are pathetic.

I throw myself off the building, and feel my muscles tense as my flying ability kicks in. I soar over the streets of Milwaukee. I don't really expect anything to happen here; this is a pretty busy section. I head down to my usual place, way downtown Milwaukee. I  soar around for a bit, just enjoying the feel of the breeze blowing through my hair. I keep an eye out for anything that's not right; not that I really expect anything. Everyone is too terrified of me to do anything. Well, everyone except for that one. I don't know how he does it. He ends up trashing stores without me even hearing him, which is pretty amazing. I'm not going to give up until I find him, though.

I don't find anything. At all. Nobody is trying to steal anything, commit a murder, etc. It's become quite boring, actually. Maybe I should move on to a different city. I have been here since I escaped...

I fly back to my home. Which is more or less just a little clearing in the woods, with a small shelter built up against one of the trees. It isn't much, but it's much better than that old basement...

I suppose I should tell you about that. See, if you haven't figured out by now, I have super powers. I can fly, I have super strength, and I can heal myself. I might be able to breathe underwater for extended periods of time, but I don't know if the scientist who kidnapped me finished with that experimenting.

Speaking of that guy, I still don't know if he survived. You see, when I was eight years old I got in a car accident that killed my family. I should have died to, had I not been found by some scientist that just so happened to need a subject to experiment on. So he took me back to his lab, and for seven years he modified my body so now I'm the way I am. It involved plenty of painful tests, of course, but I suppose it's better than being dead.

Maybe.

I find it funny... the only reason I escaped was because of his ego. He started just letting me out of my cage unchecked. So I simply broke through the door and then through a window. And now I'm fighting crime under the name of Ami. I'm a freak...

Well, in any case I am the way I am. I realize how hungry I am. I haven't had any food for a while... three hours, I think.

I go under my shelter where all of my food is stored. I have some candy bars, a couple packages of Ramen noodles, and one of those Lunchable things. I decide that starting a fire would be too much of a hassle and take the Lunchable. I fly up to my favorite branch and begin munching. As I'm munching, I begin thinking.

I'm not really happy with my life. I mean sure, it's okay. But some friends wouldn't hurt. I sort of remember having friends. There was Emily, she was my best friend. And Mariah and Lisa. They were good friends too. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be normal...

But I'm not normal. I accepted that shortly after my breakout three years ago. And I've spent those years alone. All of those years spent here.

I wonder... perhaps I should travel to a new city. I think that the crime is handled here, at least for a while. And it's not like Milwaukee is the only place in the world with crime. Detroit is terrible. Chicago and New York. Maybe travel out of the country to Mexico or Japan or something.

I sigh. No matter how much I think about this, I know that I'm not going to leave any time soon. Perhaps I'm hoping that I'll be able to see one of my old friends or something.

It doesn't matter, I tell myself. And really, it doesn't. They've probably all forgotten about me by now. All forgotten...

I shake my head, trying to get rid of the unwanted thoughts. I wipe the single tear that's falling down my cheek, and float down to my shelter. I need to sleep.

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I've kind of forgotten about this story. But I think I'm going to edit and finish it... as soon as I finish other stuffs.

updated 19 days ago by Hunger