Miss Demise<br/>New York City steets<br/>Evening<br/><br/>The city was melting.  At least, that’s what it looked like.  With steam rising up from the wet streets of New York, if you squinted your eyes just the right way, the world looked as though it was slowly sliding into liquid nothingness.  It had just rained recently , though Amy couldn’t recall if it had happened tonight or the night before.  The days did seem to blur together for a recovering alcoholic. If not for a retired vigilante.  Life had become so….boring.  Everyday looking like every other, and the future holding little mysteries to the thrill addicted young woman.  Except of course, for this cold war with the Russians that was going on.  Yet, Amy just couldn’t find the energy to get herself worked up about it.<br/><br/>Amy rose; her shiny booted heels giving the smallest sound as they press against the wet concrete beneath them, rising up from her seated position from the park bench. Her eye's shone a liquid green, matching the melting city as she peered around her surroundings; the look on her face a mix of consideration and aggressiveness. The night's sky sundered the air and befouled the moon once more. Only clouds and skyscrapers could block something so beautiful.  Odd how such meek things could cover something as mighty and eternal as the moon.   Short pink hair blows on the cross wind breeze, fluttering around the tan, heart shaped face of the slowly aging adventurer. Her  leather jacket fluttered and tore asunder revealing the tanned skin and the tiny vest like material that some might consider a top, and others might consider a nosebleed in the making. She did nothing to fix the jacket, only gazed skyward. A beautiful night indeed, yet there was something…amiss.  Something so distinctly wrong that sent shivers through her very soul…..damn, she needed a drink.  It was whenever she got introspective like this that she got frustrated.  And when she got frustrated, she liked to get drunk.  Yet, getting drunk often caused her to become introspective.  It was an endless cycle.<br/><br/>Amy’s long slender hands, agile and perfected, still hang within the pockets of her coat, not moving from there place even as she began walking down the wet streets of New York City.  What a night indeed. The silence persisted and the wind only caressed her form; moving about her body like a knowing lover. Tall, increasingly dangerous, and physically demanding; no one could claim that time had done damage to the young woman’s body; her mind...now that was another matter entirely.<br/><br/>Walking into the alleyway that worked as a shortcut to her favored pub, Amy smiles a predators grin as she see’s the group of gangbangers that began to circle around her.  She had been waiting for this opportunity ever since she had hear about Night Owl and Silk Spectre's return to the game.  If they could do it....why couldn't the rest of them?  She had been becoming more and more restless as the years had gone by; finding none of the thrills that she loved so much in the mundane life of the normal civilian.  But this new wave of acting out against the Keene Act....it made her....<em>hungry</em>.<br/><br/>The smile never wavered on the young woman's face as the group of men came closer and closer to her; tightening the circle around the woman.  “Its been awhile, so while I’d like to make this last…I doubt you boys can manage. " her mouth peeled the words out into the open air before the woman spun her heel. Her heavy lifted high heeled boot connected with the face of one of the men who had started moving in. The man dropped instantly, his head collapsing under the blow and several bones in his face shattering. Amy regained her composure a long moment and dusted off her coat from the trail of some wet debris.<br/><br/>Game on.<br/>