Acceptance

Alice got to her house and was slightly relieved. Her day job kept her in the company for twelve hours straight during the day. She had to go up and down the building making sure it is clean and everything was running. Even with her almost limitless stamina, it was slightly tiring but it made sure that her social identity does not come into question! There were smart people in the world and she did not delude herself that she would be anonymous her entire life. She could make a mistake and that mistake could unravel her entire life, making her a special guest to a CIA blacksite prison.

Any way, her apartment was very Spartan and that was with a reason too. She wanted to maintain the illusion that her life was not perfect. As a nineteen year old janitor, it stands to reason she would be miserable with very less money to care of comfort. Her couch was one she got from a dumpster, her table a hand me down, her television one she repaired after fishing it from the dumps.

Her kitchen only had two plates, two cups two cooking pots and two spoons. The microwave and the refrigerator she had the same history as he television. Her walls were old with water stains on them. She did not have any pictures except for her highschool graduation picture. She put it to put the illusion that it was probably the most important day of her life. Her bedroom had one bed with a duvet on it and two pillows. Her closet had cheap dollar store clothes in them. Basically, what her house projected was the picture of a depressed, minimum wages worker.

"What a day," she sighed, taking a beer bottle from the fridge and sitting on the couch. She turned on the television and immediately went to the channels with the large amounts of action. For three hours, that was all she did. If any one were secretly observing her would just assume she was bored of her life. After that, she went to the bathroom and took a shower before heading to her bedroom window. She opened it a bit before crawling out, sticking to the wall as she closed the window after her.

She then wall climbed to the roof of the building before jumping from rooftop to rooftop as quiet as a mouse up to an abandoned building with an empty water tower on the roof. She jumped to the top with a single bound before putting her palm on a descret scanner. Immediately, a hatch opened. She jumped inside, landing onto her feet and looked up.

"Good to be back," she said to herself looking at the technologically adorned place. This was the product of her entire fourteen years, all hidden inside this water tower by a folding space generator. This was her base of operation and she was not afraid of anyone finding it. Anyone that is not her tries to hack into it and succeeds, the base just self destructs immediately if she was not in it.

"Computer, cross out the Grave Digger's name from the list," she said as she sat down on a comfy office chair, staring at a large 110 inch screen which came to live, showing thousands of names which one of them was crossed out with a red.

"Did you run into trouble, ma'am?" the computer asked.

"None at all. How is the files coming?" she asked.

"I have deduced all the guilty and innocent people given with the evidences provided by the defense and offense parties and put them all in different categories. I have also added my own insights if you want to check," the computer answered. Two folders appeared in the screen with the name of Guilty and Innocent as their names.

"I trust you, send the innocent files to the reporter," she said. The said files were actually an investigation towards the with low level offenders like thieves and the sought. If she wanted to lead a revolution then she thought why not start big. Proving the flawed way of the Justice system in the country was a way to put her point across. She was also putting a target on her back but she was least afraid of dying. One, nothing short of a total nuclear meltdown can kill her and second, she had nothing to lose.

"Ma'am, the update to the 3D printer has been completed. Now, you can make weapons using the metal Alicium," the computer notified her. Alicium was a metal element she had invented herself which was the strongest metal yet the lightest in the world at the moment. Alice went to the giant 3D printer she had made herself and smiled.

"Computer, make me a 1.7m long katana with the blade made of Alicium," she said. The printer went to work immediately and started working on the katana with flawless precision. Two minutes later, she was staring as a black bladed katana. She swung it a couple of times and just couldn't believe how perfect it was in her hand. She even sliced through a steel bar yet it was not dulled let alone chipped.

"Perfection," she said as she balanced the katana on her hand. "Computer, make an Akatsuki styled sheath for the katana and in form me when it is done."

"Complied," the computer said before it started working. Alice had put the katana on the table before going to the large screen. She tapped the left handle of her chair twice and a holographic projection of a keyboard appeared in front of her.

"Alright, let's start reaping our lives' work," she said as she typed in a name. Immediately, a folder with the name appeared and when she opened it, she nodded.

The name was Alex Tyrone, a giant of a man who sexually molests underage girls three times an year for the last six years. The girls he molests don't usually survive his 'fun' and he takes great pride in that. The police have tried to arrest him but he keeps on relying on a big wig gang called the Liberators who have zero tolerance for anything with a law enforcement badge.

Of course the FBI have tried to take them down but the Liberators have sympathizers all over the city with the biggest being the hood their headquarters are located in. They will disregard their own lives if it means making sure the status quo of the gang remains as it is. Thus, the police have zero power in the hood where the Liberators are located.

"But I have no such thing as rule of conduct governing me," she said to herself as she looked at the aerial picture her drone had taken of the Liberators' little territory. She had a saying that she would sacrifice everything to make sure justice has been served. This was her driving force, the one thing that kept her awake most nights. The malice in her towards anyone oppressing the ones around them for their own personal amusement made her heart burn. Thus, she took on Peacemaker's attitude, no sacrifice is too big for her justice to be served. Thus, she would become a vigilante the world hates but actually need!

"Sheath completed," the Computer notified her. This brought her out of her stupor before nodding.

"Computer, the second target has been chosen," she said as she got up.

"All preparations are underway," the Computer answered. Alice nodded before picking up the sheath. She couldn't help but smile seeing the pattern on it. This pattern symbolizes her inner state of mind, fighting the entire world for her own ideals. In the end, one of them was going to die, which will most likely be her, but she knew she will die with no more malice in her heart.

"I will make my move tomorrow at noon, will everything be ready then?" she asked.

"Affirmative," the Computer answered. Alice nodded before sheathing the katana then walked out. She took a deep breath before looking at the sky.

"I am about to be America's most wanted fugitive. My mind and body is ready and my soul is gnawing for me to start fucking people up already. By the time I am done, will my final resting place be Hell or will my sould just be obliterated?" she asked herself before sighing helplessly and looking forward with acceptance.

"This is my world now," she said before jumping down from the water tower's top, landing softly before accelerating forward and jumped to the next building. "If I'm to drown with the blood of the oppressors, then so be it."