Delictor

Gateway City 11:29 PM    I didn’t want to be a hero.    Sitting on the rooftop, the blond woman kept her eyes trained on the dark blue car below. A bow resting at her side, fingers itching to grab an arrow and send it straight through the windshield of the car below.    After over an hour of watching, a man finally exited the building nearest the car. Glancing in both directions, the man fumbled with the keys a moment before climbing in. A smile managed to find its way to the woman’s lips as an arrow finally came to rest on the bow. Pulling it back, she took in a deep breath and—    I’m not the hero either.