It all started the night before.

Melanie de la Muerte was riding home in her limo after eating dinner with her friends. The 14-year-old was sitting in the backseat watching 505's newest Let's Play video when she saw a flash of green light coming from a convenience store just ahead.

Melanie stopped the stream and rolled down the window. Her long dark brown hair held back by her purple headband flowed in the wind as the limo drove past the convenience store.

A gang of punk thieves had blasted through the front door with a green laser and were now inside threatening the person behind the counter.

Melanie's brown eyes narrowed in determination and her light brown skin shimmered in anticipation. She knew what she had to do.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ochocinco," Melanie said rolling down the window between her and the driver. "Could we turn around and stop at that convenience store?"

"Why?" the minion in a black-hooded robe and a white, glowing skeletal mask replied.

"Uh, I really need to get some more lip balm," Melanie replied in half-truth.

"Oh, not to worry," the minion replied using his magic to conjure some lip balm in front of the teen's face. "Here you go, miss."

"Thanks," Melanie said searching for another excuse. "But I'm really thirsty! Like I could die right now! Could you just turn around and let me get something from that store?"

The minion opened the cooler up front and tossed a bottle of water back to his teenage passenger.

"Oh, thank you," Melanie said with a sigh.

She really didn't like lying. It was an anomaly in her family of Black Hat Organization-certified supervillains, just one of the differences she had to hide from them, but she never liked having to do it.

However, this was an emergency. The people in the convenience store needed help, and she was the only nun-ja around to help.

So, Melanie sighed again and settled with another half-truth.

"I really didn't want to have to say this, but…" Melanie said to her driver. "IT'S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH AGAIN!"

The minion screamed in terror and made the sharpest U-Turn he had ever made in his entire life, turning around just in time to avoid the oncoming traffic behind him and in front of him before he pulled into the parking lot in front of the convenience store.

Melanie dashed out of the limo as soon as it was placed in park and yelled, "Merci, Senior Ochocinco!"

Melanie entered the shop and quickly hid herself behind the shelves out of sight of the punk-clad villains.

Melanie quickly shot out a message to her group's chat on her phone and prayed for what she was going to do.

"Oh, Father, this is my first time going it alone," Melanie prayed peaking around the side of the aisle. "Please be with me so I don't screw this up for that guy behind the counter or for myself…"

"Hurry up, you old geezer!" the head of the 80's-styled punks yelled in a British accent at the old man who was opening up a safe of some kind. "We don't have all night!"

Melanie felt Divine Justice and Anger grow inside her giving her strength.

"Okay, let's do this," Melanie whispered to herself as she held her hands together in prayer. "Lord, give me the strength."

A Divine Light shined on her as she instantly began to change and the song "Shine" by Collective Souls began playing out of nowhere causing the punks to look around in confusion.

Melanie flew upwards revealing her nun-ja garb, all black except for the cloth on her forehead and over her mouth.

Her black Grim Reaper wings emerged from her back and she flew right behind the punks while telepathically causing the lights to flicker causing the punks to look around fearfully.

"Hey!" one of the punks yelled finally spotting her. "Who the heck are you?"

Melanie clapped her hands together, and summoned her scythe with a holy cross etched into the blade.

"It's a Grim Reaper!" another punk yelled.

"No, you blithering idiot, it's a nun-ja!" the leader yelled. "I know these little ladies. They have divine strength, but they're still only human. We can handle the likes of her. Get her out of the way!"

Melanie winked and activated her invisibility before the first punk could lunge at her.

Melanie made her move. She stomped her scythe on the ground causing all the punk minions to have visions of the spiritual plain.

"What the -?" the punk leader asked confusedly before Melanie stomped her scythe on the floor again and caused him to see the spiritual plain as well.

The punks all began to panic, especially the leader.

"What did you do?!" the punk leader demanded. "How are you doing this? I've never seen a nun-ja with this type of power! Who are you?!"

Melanie really wanted to reply with something cool and snarky like one of the heroes from the comic books or from everyday life would, but like their ninja counterparts, a nun-ja had to be silent.

So, Melanie responded with a cool smirk no one could see under her mask as she raised her scythe again and cut open a portal in the air letting in heavenly light on the frightened, guilty villains.

As the song's chorus played, the punks had their souls inundated with heavenly light. Just like all other mortals who saw the Almighty's light uncensored, they screamed in terror. The more their minds encountered Eternity the more they lost their strength and fainted at the wondrous sight.

Melanie smiled as the men dropped like flies. The punks weren't dead. Far from it. They had seen a vision of the Eternal and received a divine revelation that most wouldn't see until their time had come. That vision was enough for most people to renounce evil for good once they came to. These guys would most likely be among that number.

For wicked people to be moved by divine justice and turn to God's mercy was the ultimate goal of every nun-ja. That was one of the first things Melanie learned when she joined the underground organization at her Catholic junior and high school.

As ninjas, they lurked in the shadows ready to protect the innocent from their oppressors at a moment's notice and disappear and disappear just as quickly. As nuns, they were ready to offer mercy and prayer to all those who needed it. As a Reaper-saint-human hybrid, Melanie could offer more of both.

When she thought they were all out, Melanie allowed the portal to shut and returned her vision back to the earthly plain. She smiled in satisfaction as she walked past the unconscious bodies and leaped on top of the convenience store counter so that she could speak to the startled cashier for herself.

"Sir, have you called the police?" Melanie asked.

"Yes…" the frightened cashier managed to get out. "I activated the silent alarm. They should be here at any time. Who are you? Are you a nun-ja?"

Melanie smiled, laid her hand comfortingly on the man's shoulder, and said, "A good deed isn't as good if it's done for attention. A good deed is seen by the eyes of God. That is enough. I'm a Sister of the Divine Order. That's all you need to know. Have a good evening."

Melanie hopped off the counter and began walking to the door excited to tell her other Sisters about her first mission alone.

Unfortunately, before she could take three steps away, she felt a sweaty hand on her ankle. Melanie quickly turned her head to see the punk leader barely conscious and grabbing onto her ankle.

"You monster!" the punk leader yelled. "What the hell did ya do to us?! We have seen God! How are we still alive?! What are you?! I need answers!"

Melanie's eyes flashed in a panic. No person had ever stayed awake through their revelation.

"Let go of my foot now," Melanie said trying to hide her nerves and pull her foot out of his grip.

"Not until I get some answers, ya tart!" the punk leader yelled.

"Let go of me!" Melanie yelled unleashing her reaper wings.

"NO!" the punk leader screamed as he used the last of his strength to grab onto her hood before she took off.

Melanie's strong reaper wings gave her the torque she needed to flip her attacker off her back and onto the floor in front of her just as the sound of sirens were growing nearer, but the punk managed to hold onto her hood and rip it off in the process completely revealing her head and her face.

"Huh?" the punk leader asked tilting his head in recognition. "Aren't ya Santa Muerte and that Reaper lady's kid?"

Melanie's heart sank in terror as she flew up into the air, summoned her scythe, and yelled, "I turn you over to His judgement!"

Melanie then cut another portal shining bright heavenly light right into the eyes of the punk boss.

The punk boss had the presence of mind to press a button on his watch before the light overwhelmed him and he began screaming in terror.

Melanie quickly flew out of the store and dashed back into her limo.

"Oh, thank God," Mr. Ochocinco said in relief before he turned on the limo's jet feature and just managed to blast out of the parking lot before the police pulled into the parking lot. "You need to be more careful, Miss Muerte. There was a hero battle going on in there! You could've been caught in the middle of it!"

Having already transformed back into the black 505 t-shirt, green jean shorts, white socks, white high tops, and red sports blazer than made up her outfit, Melanie sat back in her seat and said, "I'm sorry. I should have been more vigilant. We don't have to tell my parents or my sisters about this."

"Oh, thank you, Melanie!" Mr. Ochocinco cried out joyfully. "I mean, Miss Muerte…"

"You know you can call me Melanie," Melanie said trying her best to cover up her anxiety.

"Oh, right," Mr. Ochocinco responded. "I'm just so grateful. You're such a little saint. Do you want me to take you out for a treat or anything?"

"Uh, no thanks," Melanie responded her phone out of the beige knapsack she used as a purse. "I'm tired. I'd just like to go home."

"Of course, miss…uh, Melanie, right away," Mr. Ochocinco said setting his coordinates for home and resuming listening to his music while Melanie opened her nun-ja group's text chat and began telling her group what had just happened.

Meanwhile, back at the convenience store, the punk minions were being carted into the backs of waiting ambulances. They were all catatonic from their visions and mumbling only prayers of repentance.

The only one who remained conscious was the punk boss who was placed in the back of a police car to be brought in for questioning. Besides expressing mild frustration over the repentance of his former colleagues, he betrayed no other emotion. He wasn't worried. He knew help was on the way.

As the police car was driving to the station separate from the line of ambulances on their way to the hospital, the punk boss's help came.

A red jet flew above the police car and set its dematerialization ray on the police car below.

In a flash, the punk boss disappeared from the back of the car and appeared in the jet. Before the cop driving the car could figure out what had happened, the aircraft flew away and the punk boss was standing in the aircraft in the presence of Dr. Flug.

"Took ya long enough," the punk boss said as 505 walked over with handcuff keys.

"Good to see you too, Wesley," Flug replied sarcastically as Wesley snatched the keys away from 505 who timidly scampered away in response. "Thanks for using our services. Where are the others?"

"That little nun-ja brat blew their minds straight to heaven," Wesley replied unlocking his handcuffs and allowing the handcuffs to drop to the floor as he ran his fingers through his blue mohawk. "Almost did the same to me. I reckon they'll be joinin' the church by the time they come out of their heavenly visions…"

"That's an interesting development," Flug interrupted as he plugged in the coordinates for their home base. "None of these girls have displayed that kind of power before. Black Hat will want to know about this…"

"Not as much as he'll want to know about this," Wesley interrupted with a deadly smirk that prompted Flug to give him his full attention. "I tore off her mask and saw the girl's face. I know who the little brat is. She's the daughter of one of our own…"

"WHAT?!" Flug replied in shock. "WHO?!"

Meanwhile, Melanie was sitting in the back of her car looking at all the text messages from her sisters, the head nuns, and her sensei, Sister Lucy de Freitas.

Her sisters and the head nuns were reassuring and encouraging, but her sensei told her the unthinkable. She would have to stay on her guard and be ready to run because her own parents would most likely take her to see Black Hat.

Melanie couldn't believe it. She had always been warned of this possible event, but it never felt like this could happen to her.

Melanie started curling up into a ball and silently shedding tears when Sensei Lucy sent her a separate message on the chat.

"Melanie, I'm coming to get you," Sensei Lucy typed. "Pretend you're getting ready for bed so that no one suspects anything. Then, prepare your emergency supplies and leave your note for your family. If I'm not there by the time you get ready, go to sleep and I will come wake you. My sensei gave me these instructions when it was time for me to flee from my evil family, so now, I will do the same for you. Whatever happens. Pray for strength and stand strong. You are not alone. ?"

Melanie smiled at her phone and wiped the tears from her face just as her driver landed the car in front of the front door to her gigantic gothic-styled mansion.

"We're home, Melanie," Ochocinco said. "Hop on out."

Melanie looked at her driver and said with a heavy heart, "Thank you for picking me up and taking care of me. You've always been my favorite driver."

Ochocinco smiled happily and said, "Awww, that just made my night. You're my favorite passenger. You're much sweeter than the rest of them. Don't ever change."

Melanie gave a smirk of determination as she grabbed her knapsack, opened the limo door, and replied, "Don't worry. I won't. Have a good night."

Melanie hopped out of the car, slammed the door shut behind her, unleashed her wings, turned into her invisible spirit mode, and flew up to her room without saying another word.

The window to Melanie's room was unlocked as usual. It was on the fourth floor where no one could reach it from the ground and every thief was indebted to her father Santa Muerte, so she never bothered with it.

Melanie pushed open the window and shut it behind her very quickly.

Then after taking a deep breath, she immediately got to work. Melanie pulled out her giant duffel bag she used for going to camp a few times when she was younger and started filling it with everything the nun-ja sisters instructed them to in case of emergencies except for the toiletries she had yet to use.

Melanie looked at her packed bag and smiled sadly. So far. So good. But if everything went well that night, she could possibly never see her parents and her three other sisters ever again.

Melanie always knew that by choosing a higher calling she would be going against her supervillain family literally for good, but she never thought this day would come so soon…

A few tears fell down Melanie's cheeks. She quickly read more encouraging messages from her nun-ja sisters as she headed into the shower of her personal bathroom to keep herself going. Losing one father and family didn't mean she was losing another.

Melanie brushed her teeth and hopped into the shower while she waited for her sensei. She plugged in her phone next to the sink and listened to the Latin chorale music of the ancient nun-ja sisters to calm herself down enough to pray.

The music calmed Melanie's mind to the point where she was able to connect with her Divine Father and receive all the peace she needed as she prepared herself for her new life.

Eventually, Melanie finished her shower, pulled on her white bathrobe, brushed her hair, wrapped her hair in a towel to help it dry off faster, and gathered the rest of her toiletries into the plastic bags she kept under her sink for the sake of convenience.

Again. So far. So good. Melanie didn't hear a ping on her phone or any commotion coming from her room whatsoever.

Perhaps the punk boss she fought never got a chance to contact Black Hat. Maybe the divine visions she helped induce filled his sinful mind up so quickly that he forgot all about it.

Melanie prayed for that and over numerous other possible solutions to her problem as she walked to her bathroom door with her toiletries in plastic backs bulging in her pocket. She was scared but felt calm from the Inner Peace that passed all comprehension.

But unfortunately, Melanie opened her door…

"MELANIE!" a ghostly-white woman with black eye lids, black lips, and a black nose and long black hair with silver streaks that flowed around her with a supernatural force yelled with supernatural force and a French accent. "WHAT IS GOING ON?! YOUR FATHER AND I JUST RECEIVED A CALL FROM THE BLACK HAT ORGANIZATION! WE HAVE TO MEET WITH BLACK HAT IMMEDIATELY!"

The woman's white-blue eyes wandered over to the large duffel bag on Melanie's bed, and she added fearfully, "WERE YOU TRYING TO RUN AWAY FROM US? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

"Young lady," a slightly overweight man with tan skin, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and facial features that more closely resembled Melanie's said with a slight Mexican accent. "You need to tell us everything right now."

Melanie's heart sank as she quickly tapped out a message to her sensei and started talking…