I Got A Story To Tell Part One: The Thief.

Isn't it strange that despite the death menace that weighed over Earth, humans still consider woman as a form of weakness/objects. Something that could break easier than if it was a man. And I'm not afraid to state that my mother taught me different.

A human with two X chromosomes is the same as someone who has one X and one Y chromosomes.

My father, on the other hand, thought like any shitty human.

Claiming man is over woman.

Stating that woman was born to keep shut and be an esclave.

Too bad, as he wore around his big ass mouth, he lost his life by the hands of my mother.

So, I get it. I just think that an equilibrium between men and women won't ever exist.

Am I wrong to think like that?

I'm just being a realist.

You can call me Izabel, by the way. I live up to my sixteen years old, right? Fresh and fresh all over.

i coloured my hair blue when I was eight or something.  The same day my father died. It was a festive day. Sparkles and shiny stuff, that very same day, my mother laughed and smiled for real.

And I did too.

"..Hello!? You with me, bi? Pay some attention to me, will ya? I'm being serious here. My friends keep telling me that you are being too much. Look, I need to be the man in this 'US'. If you keep being yourself, we won't be able to mov--"

Ohh! Yeah, this is happening right now.

This is Elijah, a guy I roam with.

He is like, the guy I met online and that promised to be different from other men.

"You mean that woman shall step down when facing a man?"

Men are all the same.

If only, I had the power of getting rid of every man on the planet Earth.

I better dream of being rich, right??

"No, Bi..! I'm just trying to be self-concious here. Women love to go around and claim that they doodle-doo their man at home better than their friends. I want to do the same. It's my right, as the man in the 'US'."

What the hell is he talking about?

Mother, I wished you were here with me. Humans are so conceited sometimes, they can't even think of the greater picture. They matter only to their little ass.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Woman!!"

Yup!

It's funny of how wrong I was to trust that maybe, they could change.

Following that subtle silence of that girl facing her 'a-bit-too-much-of-a-macho-bf', a knife ended up taking the lives of that Elijah.

".....HA!! Dommage, I don't fucking care about this damn shitty thing called as love among men anymore.."

Yeah... Not the happiest of a start but we'll make do. I am Your Narrator of this sublime fan-fic. And as promised, we meet yet again, in such deadly circumstances, but we do meet again.

And concerning the story time, this should be the year the Avengers disassembled. The day...!! Ahh, perfect. The day of the mourning, which I prefer to call:

"The Birth Of Thanos' Son!!!"