Cynthia had found out a disadvantage of being a cute looking crime fighting, people start disrespecting you. This was the case by G Gordon Godfrey. The man had been digging at her for two days straight, mostly calling her a joke because of her costume and other times saying she should go to sleep on school nights. Her clones had even armed themselves, one was about to steal a nuke, and were ready to beat the xenophobia out of the man, even if they had to connect his nipples to a car battery and his balls to a nut cracker.
Also, the city of Los Angeles saw a come back to c dorime, something Cynthia did not want at all! G Gordon Godfrey had made all the work she had done over a course of one month, work most heroes could not even attest to, become chicken shit.
"I'm gonna put some dirt in your eye!" Cynthia growled as she saw the latest post from the man. She and Match were seated on her favorite spot, overlooking the city below them. Match was wearing a one piece blue suit that highlighted his muscles to a point any lady would stare for a bit before catching themselves. Cynthia had decided not to give him a cape because it just didn't match him! She giggled when she remembered telling him the pun which he just showed a deadpan.
"I have an ongoing crime," Match said.
"What is it?"
"I believe it's a police shootout," Match answered. They both got up and Cynthia climbed into Match's back.
"Giddyup!" she urged him, making him sigh tiredly before he shot to the sky.
"Wooo!" Cynthia shouted excitedly as she felt Match increase his speed. There was something about flying that just gives a human a sense of... fulfilment. Cynthia could not help but feel this. However, this was short-lived when Match finally landed.
"You could have flew in circles a bit," she pouted as she got off his back. Match had landed them right in between the shootout. On one side were the police taking cover in their police cars and SWAT. In the other side was a Hispanic gang looking at the two with a frown. She turned to the gang members.
"You are all suggested to put your guns on the ground or suffer great consequences," she shouted at them.
"Or what? You gonna sing us a lullaby?" one shouted back, making the others laugh. Helmet Killer was like the reaper to every criminal in Los Angeles so when they heard a cute looking hero had taken her down, they were apprehensive whether she was like her. But, the first time she debuted she had not even killed those bank robbers, something Helmet Killer would not hesitate to do. They had seen an opportunity to shine again thinking this crime fighter would be like the others. This gang in particular had decided to enter the LAPD crime lab and steal some time evidence that would have got one of their own sentenced two life sentences! They had hit the lab but the LAPD intercepted them and it became a shootout.
"Hahaha!" Cynthia started laughing, becoming like a bear growling at the end. Suddenly, a killing intent gushed out of her, making everyone tremble in fear as it manifested as a demonic looking bear.
"You got jokes on you," Cynthia said, her paw wiping a non-existing tear on her suit's beady eyes that had changed from black to red. "So, let me make something clear to everyone, I am not Helmet Killer, I have principles." The thin line that represented a mouth on her suit suddenly opened up and showed rows of razer sharp teeth. "I have a code to adhere and you all are about to learn first hand what this code is."
"Kill her!" somebody shouted and they all aimed at her and fired, only for her figure to disappear. Match could track her with h his eyes for she was just moving under supersonic speeds.
He saw her dodge the bullets acrobatically before she lunged at the first gang member, the mouth to her suit unhinging wide and chomped onto his neck, ripping through it like it was made of air! Blood spluttered all over the place, giving everyone a wake up call when they saw the beheaded body fall to the ground and she spit out the head in her mouth!
"Diablo!" someone screamt in terror and they all started running away. Even though Helmet Killer was feared, nobody knew how well she operated because all her victims were dead and anything that would have recorded her somehow conviniently not working. So, the gang members had never seen such a ruthless show of force from someone that can dodge bullets!
"Match, you're on," Cynthia said, wiping off the blood on her mouth using the dead body's shirt. Match nodded before he floated to the sky. His yellow iris turned red before two laser beams shot out of her eyes, bisecting every one of the running gang members in half. The police were looking at this all with db founded looks on their faces. On one part, what the two were doing was a crime. On the other hand, they were doing what they themselves were trying to do couple minutes ago, kill them!
"What do we do?" a uniformed police officer asked a plain clothed female detective.
"Arrest them!" she told them with no hesitation. But, her colleagues were very much afraid! She clicked her tongue in annoyance before taking a two pairs of handcuffs and approached Cynthia, her gun aimed at her.
"Kuma Kuma Hero, you are hereby arrested for murder! Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head," she said, making Cynthia turn. When she saw who it was, it narrowed her actual eyes, all sorts of thoughts cruising through her mind.
"What's your name, detective?" she asked her.
"Detective Chloe Decker, LAPD," she answered without flinching.
'It is her! Holy shit, so much to think about just because I learnt of the existence of one person!' Cynthia had a mini freak out in her mind.
"You wouldn't arrest such a cute looking bear like me, right? Kyu!" Cynthia said, sweetly, using cuteness overload, a pose even added at the last word.
"Aawh!" the cops behind her said, relaxing immediately. Even her looked like she was about to cave in to her cuteness before her eyes became resolute.
"You are under arrest and failure to comply will be noted as resisting arrest," she said. Cynthia was about to say something when something caught her eye from the back of the cops cars. A man in a suit seated in a plain police car looking at her.
'It really is him. I need to meet him and know once and for all whether Los Angeles or this Earth is going to be a battleground,' she thought before clapping her hands and a clone of her appeared next to her. The clone jumped into Match's back, whispered something in his ear and they flew off.
"What was that?" she asked.
"My clone. I sent her away so that she could cover me at home. It is a school week after all," she answered in a matter of fact way and extended her arms at her. The detective did not waste any time and cuffed her.
"You will tell us the location of your partner..." she was saying before Cynthia cut in.
"If you insist of going after my apprentice I will have no choice but fight back!" she growled, a chill going down Chloe's spine.
"F...Fine," she said subconsciously before handing her over to a uniformed coo and went to her car.
"Are you alright, detective?" a British accented man seated on the car's passenger seat asked her. He saw her hands shaking uncontrollably and frowned even more. "Did she threaten you?"
"Didn't you feel it? The soul shaking feeling before she killed that man! It was like looking at a bear that clawed out of the depths of hell!" she said, making the man look surprised.
"Out of the depths of hell, huh?" he asked, absent mindedly and looked at the vehicle Kuma Kuma Hero was in. "Interesting."