Chapter 7: The Interview(part 2)

"Wait what-" but Hanna didn't got a word in before he hung up on her. Her face scrunched in disbelief as she stared at the phone in her hand. Did he-? Did he just hung up on her?! " Rude. Are all villains that rude? And what did he mean by he'll send something to pick her up? Did he knew where she was? How would he know where she was unless…

She fearfully looked around shivering a bit cause of the cold. The phone hung limp as she looked around. The area she was in was a forgotten location of the rather vacant part of the neighborhood she had wondered in. She was rather surprised to find an old phone booth. Considering how run down it looked she didn't expect it to work.

The booth opened up to a rather dirty alley behind a few buildings. She scanned it looking for any signs of… what she didn't know.

All she saw were empty boxes , overflowing trash cans with flies dancing over the rotten cornucopia. As she looked her eyes ran up the walls of the alley way. Her eyes wondered along the walls until she spotted a security camera. It was looking directly at her. Her eyes widen in fe ar a chill running up her spine.

' Maybe this was a bad idea' But it was too late to back out now. Right? Her heart thumped in her chest as she stood on the silent dusk. No one was around at this time she made sure she picked a secretive spot. As she stood there a flood of thoughts fought for clarity.

' This is crazy! What am I doing?!' Yes the idea of her sister her and her ex getting together when she was quote 'dead' bothered her. But really what was the point of this?! She absently started biting her finger nails . Yes , it is an unhealthy coping mechanism but it chewing on something helped her nerves to calm down. She paced cursing her impulsiveness. She glanced at the black receiver that hung loosely from it's spot.

It was too late to back out now.

She looked at the card in her hand. Taking a breath she concentrated on her hand until it glowed with plasma energy. She watched as the card caught fire sparking as the fire burnt away.

Everything was too late. She dug her own grave better lie in it. Watching the fire eat the card she felt her heart calm, bittersweet memories.

Being with her sister, then Golden Heart then her only friend. ' I wonder how he's doing. I never did got to meet his boss' The embers turned to ashes in her hand. She blew on them watching as the her breath swept them away. All her worries and pain. She watched them dance in the wind.

Suddenly interrupting their dance appeared a buff robot. It had one eye and miraculously balanced itself on one wheel.

But their distinctive feature?

Was the tiny black top hats on top of their heads.

They approached her thuggishly. Fear. Surprise. Tiredness. Anger. Her emotions went from night to low as they came near causing her eyes to flicker like a fading lightbulb. With each step they took she took a few steps back. She had to leave. However she had a feeling the moment she tried to flee they'll catch her. No. It was more than a feeling. It was a definite fact.

She looked in their mechanical eye. All she saw was a menacing glint.

She could run.

But what was the point?

' I'm tried. ' She then walked toward to them her shoulders slumping. She was so tired. Tried of all this fear. Right now she wanted it to stop. All the worry. All the pain. All of this. But it would be a lie if it was said she wasn't afraid. " Go a-ahead! " She screamed shutting her eyes. By its dress it made sense it is connected to Black Hat.

Hopefully was there to kill her.

Her breathing quickened when she heard the mechanical whir of the machine closing in . With a loud beep it picked Hanna up who went limp before flying away. Back at the hat ship Flug read the article from thirteen years ago along with the obituary of a small little boy.

"Witnesses claim that the assailant , the eight year-old daughter of retired superhero couple Hanna Amora Rivera had purposely shot him with a high powered beam. While the weapon is currently unknown the deceased family is hoping to put the clearly mentally unstable child into a highly secure mental facility" He hummed a bit as he read another article this time explaining how children raised by heroes were unfit for society.

Out of all of them at least a majority claimed that she had used a high powered weapon. 'You couldn't get those burns from a plasma gun' He thought recalling the charred remains of Magma-man.

Everything else was quite normal. Born February 14th, blood type AB , was a hero called Love Arrow and raised her younger twin sister by herself when her parents passed when they were sixteen.

However unlike what her obituary said Hanna was very much alive.