I began to run away from the hospital, as guards starts to catch up on me. They thought I was dead. "But I am still alive, in the flesh. The known serial killer, has come for more superheroes to kill. I am back..." I said to myself, before I found a mall nearby. Where here I shot the entrance of the mall, as people run in fear. Of course, who wouldn't. Dumba- so anyways as I entered the mall. There are superheroes, drinking in a coffee shop. I looked everywhere and see, all my favorite superheroes were there. My adrenaline rushes through my body with excitement and fear. As I will be facing what I am watching when I was a kid. So I drew my gun, in enthusiasm and changes the bullet to an anti-superhero bullet before I shoot Lieflash, in the head. With quick succession, I was able to kill her, without her noticing at all. The bullet has already came in her head. Fucking, asshole. before one of my idol Neckstretcher had said to me "You will lose against us, Killer Of Superheroes." He said a while earlier as I drew my gun. I breathed heavily, as I know I am going to lose against him.

"I am too weak" I remember saying this, as I am writing this novel in prison. To tell the truth who I really was. This is not to show off who I am now. But rather to know, before I get executed. You will change your perception on me. I am not evil. I am just a product of EVIL. No man or woman should have to go the same experience as me. To go as far as to kill superheroes, just because, they treated you like trash. I mean who wouldn't be angry at that. The one you looked up to, was exposed to some shitty stuff. Just because, they have superpowers. Means they could do anything?

That is just fucked up... You know? That one day, your favorite superhero was standing in front of you. Pretending to be a good person. Hides a secret... Like me... I hate the fact, that I am slowly becoming one of them. The ones I am killing. I was driving by revenge, but I am conscious of myself, my friends won't be brought back to life. Revenge, is the only way, for me to see them suffer. So I did what I have to do. By creating an anti-superhero bullet. Using samples of the dead body of a powerful hero. I then began to shoot this from a distance, and killed a hero, who is just eating her dinner. I then began to go closer. As I looked at the superhero. With no empathy whatsoever.

Back to my backstory, as I shoot down my brother. I felt satisfied... Now that, the one who bullied me for years. Was murdered by me! Yes it's me!! Haha. Life is a joke, anyway. I began to dance as I celebrated his death. Before I ran away and changed my expression to a more sinister one. As my mission is still not yet over. So I walked miles away before I reached, the superhero headquarters. There, I fell down to my knees as I imagined my idol, Neckstretcher was there comforting me. I am just a kid... With an adult body. I needed to be strong, for my friends who died because of the superheroes, I once loved. I am vulnerable I know that... I just wanna cry you know? I am lonely as fuck here. "Fuck this life bro!! I don't know what to say anymore... I am tired of pretending that I am okay. I am just a fucking kid! Mind you that, that fucking trauma I had, stayed with me. And now, the superheroes I once loved, was just like my rapist father?!" I said to myself in the prison, before a guard gives me a tray of food. Guess what the food is? It is shit, shit ton of eggs. As I am writing my autobiography novel. The guards had fucking interrupted me. Before I continue to my book, and continued to write down my experiences and thanked the guard for his generosity. To give The Killer Of Superheroes a food. What a fucking shitshow it is. Who even gave me that nickname. They just nonchalantly wrote that bullshit, to make a name for themselves. I have a name goddamnit.

Back to the present... Fucking media, I don't care, what they say. But, I have a voice. We all have a voice. We just need to find that inner strength. We could do it. I am no hero. I am not a villain either. Who am I then? These are the questions, lingering in my mind as I ate the eggs, the guard has given me. With it's hot and fresh rice. I was able to have the motivation to write about my experiences once more. Before I eventually became full and slept. Eventually, somehow I could hear myself snoring. I was like "what" in my head. Before, someone opened my cell and woke up to a guard waking me up. For breakfast with the other prisoners.

I remember as I brought my novel, to the cafeteria. To eat. I then sat down as I was given food. I then remember, a prisoner gave me a note as I am in line with the other prisoners. I am only the special and unique prisoner there. As it seems, they are scared of me like I am some wild animal. But I don't care as long I am feared inside the prison. There is nothing to worry about right? That is what I thought too. When I am there, for 3 weeks. So far so good. Until one motherfucker, had tried to kill and fucking entered my cell without any warning at all. Me instinctively as usual. Killed the man. But that is that is it. It's fucking bullshit to say the least. He died like a fucking coward. Want me to explain what happened to him?

I grabbed his hair and slammed his face in my cell, before he bleeds and then I uses a knife to stab his eyeball which he had screamed in pain as the guards cheered for his death. But not the guards. They tortured me until I passed out... I found myself in my prison cell. Turns out to be just a bad dream. From writing my novel, I began to write what I've just dreamed of.

End of Issue #2.