Chapter 15 – The notice.

"Please, there has to be something… ANYTHING!"

It was two weeks later when Star was released from the hospital. She went into the association herself and delivered her notice. Effective immediately, she was no longer Shuriken Star. "I am sick of this job," she said. "And I don't really approve of how things are run around here. So. I am going into business for myself. From here on, it's Melee Brawler. I have my own phone, here's my new number and if you do need help, we will come."

Sitch was caught off guard. "We?" he asked.

"Yes, we. Garou and I are partners, we will come to help if you need it. But for now, it's strongly suggested you stay out of the way."

Sitch couldn't accept this, how can he? "You were the only hero who would dare be around him. You do know that? Silverfang knew he couldn't keep an eye on Garou himself. Wh…why are you doing this?"

"You were given so many opportunities here Sitch. The fact that you couldn't stand up to the other heroes is one thing. Throwing Garou under the bus is another. Not to mention, and we have mentioned this many times before. You take anyone else side but him without asking for Garou's side of the story! He hasn't lied, even when he was hero hunting! When he said he was going to do something he did it just never to the extent he intended!" She paused. "I just wish you had the balls to stand up to the S class who kept bogging down the process. We tried doing it your way, we're now going to do it ours." She signed off on the last bit of paper work, ending her ties with the Association once and for all.

"But… How do we know we can depend on you?"

She smiled. "You don't. But I hope my work ethic speaks for itself. Now, if you will excuse me. We are going to work. Later."

Melee turned and was about to leave, when she saw Sweet Mask lingering. He heard everything, a small smile even crept over his lips. "You realized now being a hero is far too dangerous! You're coming back to work for me, aren't you? I told you being a hero is far more difficult than being my assistant," he said.

Melee walked by and flipped him off. "Go to hell,"

She didn't stay to hear what Sweet Mask had to say, she went outside and took a deep breath. It felt like freedom. No longer was she bounded by class ranks, the public opinion or the Association itself. She looked up, just as he landed. Garou smiled wickedly. "They didn't take it well, did they?" he asked.

"Nope!" she said with the biggest smile on her face. "Let's get the hell out of here."

TO BE CONTINUED!