<b>3 Months Ago:</b><br/><br/>The helicopter came crashing into a forest on a dark but clear night, not far from Metropolis, Alina's bindings were destroyed in the crash and it seemed her 'escort' and driver had been killed in the crash. She looked around as she got up to her feet, feeling weak from the strain the crash took on her. She managed to grab a couple of briefcases that were being transported along with her encase they would help her, though she had no idea what was in them before she ran.<br/><br/>She ran for what seemed like hours through the forest to get further away from the crash, the sound of other helicopters going over to the crash site had quickly filled the air, were they looking for her? She had no idea but she didn't want to go back, she wanted to be free. She continued to run, she had eventually made it to a set of train tracks, just as she stepped on them she felt the warmth of light hit her to her right, followed by the loud sound of a horn. An oncoming train sped at her, her pupils shrinking as the light hit them as she turned to face it. A last-second decision to jump out of the way came a little too late as she was sideswiped by the speeding locomotive and got sent flying into the other side of the forest, bouncing off several trees, holding onto the briefcases for dear life. The bar went flying as she bounced from tree to tree before finally hitting one directly to a dead stop. Alina looked down at herself, the white dress like gown was torn, burnt and dirty, but she was still fine, though she was getting tired, and her vision was starting to fade. Giving her head a shake she took off again, making her way closer and closer to the city.<br/><br/><b>Current Day:</b><br/><br/>Alina had managed to get settled into the city after that trying night, the locks had been broken on the briefcases when she was hit by the train, or perhaps from the crash, wither way she was grateful, as one of them was full of cash, what it's original purpose was, she had no idea, but she managed to get a low key apartment that accepted cash and asked no questions, everyone who lived there didn't seem to be in great state, but she could stay there for now as she learned how to live and act in society. Every day she would go out, and watch people, and at night would often do the same. There were bad people, good people, but most people, it seemed they were grayer, not good, not bad, just getting by, what kind of person was she? Then there were these other people, people who seemed special, heroes, people called them. They would wear masks sometimes, but even when they didn't people didn't seem to know who they were, people would talk, trying to guess who they might really be.<br/><br/>Soon Alina learned about the hall of justice, perhaps she could go there, her supply of cash was getting low from the rent food and clothing she was buying and paying for if anyone could help her maybe they could, and perhaps she could use her gift to help as well. She decided she wanted to try and be good, she wanted to help like those heroes, she already had one advantage, she didn't have an identity to protect, she was a nobody, only ever referred to as subject 18 by the scientists who raised her, though one nice woman, had called her Alina before, saying that could be her name if she wanted, it was as good as a name as any she supposed.<br/><br/>One night as she was making her way back from a night out, watching the nightlife she had heard something coming from an ally way as she got close to her apartment. At first, it sounded just like talking, but as she got closer, she saw a woman at gunpoint, it was two men, she couldn't make out what they were saying but the women looked terrified. She looked around, none of those heroes around this time, was it up to her? She walked up behind the man with the gun and tapped his shoulder.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Excuse me" </span>she spoke out the women's eyes had been avoiding looking to her, perhaps she assumed Alina would try a sneak attack?<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Gah!"</span>The man, on edge, jumped as he turned around firing his gun directly into her, she clenched where the bullet hit instinctively.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Shit! go go!"</span>Both the men took off, knowing the sound of the gunshot would draw attention, and they didn't want to go down for murder.<br/>As they ran the women looked to Alina and for a moment seemed like she might run to before running up to her and pulled out her phone.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">"It's okay I will call an ambulance" </span>The women spoke as she placed a hand on Alina's back trying to also support her if she started to fall.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Oh!, no it's okay I think they missed"</span>She moved her hand away to show a hole in her clothes, but no blood.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Or umm, maybe it was a blank"</span>She insisted before turning around to walk away.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">"Right... well thank you, whoever you are" </span>The women didn't seem to keen on figuring out what happened and left back on her way, happy to leave with her life and her possessions.<br/><br/>Alina made it home and let out a sigh of relief taking off her shoes to see something was in one of them, it was the bullet that hit her, squished down like a button. Her ability saved her again. As she looked at the bullet she wondered something she often found herself thinking, what would it be like if it had hit her, would it be painful? does she even know what pain is? has she ever truly felt it? or just proximity to it? She tossed the bullet into the trash and went to sleep. That night she dreamed of that woman returning home, perhaps she had kids and a happy family waiting for her? she hoped so.<br/><br/>The next morning Alina knew what she had to do, she had to go the place known as the hall of justice and see if they could show her how to be a hero. She got up. took a cold shower, got a meal at a cafe closer to the better side of town and made her way to the hall of justice, using a map she picked up at a variety store. As she stood at the bottom of the stairs she took a deep breath, this would be the first time she put herself out there for anything, what if they asked questions she couldn't answer? what if they wanted to know who her parents were? There were so many factors she couldn't account for, but she had to try.<br/><br/>She took the first few steps, and each one became easier but more nerve-racking than the last, eventually making it to the doors. She took another deep breath before grabbing the handle and opening them, walking in to look around and the fanciest building she had seen, the giant status of heroes decorated the halls and a spacious front area, where was she to go? She Noticed a front desk and started to approach it.