No more Heroes (Solo)

"Someone will save me..."

It... was really far down to the street below.

"...Someone will save me..."

So high, everyone looked like ants.

"... Someone will save me."

All she needed to do was.. was take one step. One step, and everything would end.

"...What are you doing?"

The voice from behind startled her, and with a flinch, the twenty six year old half turned to see who it belonged to. A small girl, no older than 11 at most, stood as her only witness.

"Don't try to stop me! Just... just... go away." Turning back to her task, the blond focused once again on her task. She swallowed, not managing to get anything past the lump in her throat, and clenched her hands.

"Why?" The girl was suddenly beside her on the ledge, dark eyes calm and calculating. Watching. It made her feel like she was under a microscope.

"Look, kid.. you really shouldn't be here. This is kinda private, you know?" This wasn't how it was supposed to play out. She was supposed to be alone, nothing but the wind whispering to her as she contemplated the last moments of her life. Not being questioned to death on the lip of oblivion by some tween.

The girl dragged her eyes away, lowering them to the constant stream of traffic below. "I bet it will hurt a lot." She commented absently, tucking her hands into the pockets of her overalls. Then, those dark eyes were pinned on her again. She tried not to squirm. "Are you sure you want to know what it feels like?"

She bit back a bitter laugh, struggling with the uneasy feeling growing within her breast. "What would it matter? I'd be a splat. Splat's don't feel much, as far as I know." She watched people walking slowly by down below, squinted at what she thought was a dog, and frowned. "Besides... this is how it's gotta be. There isn't any other choice for me..."

If she took a step back... She'd be a coward. A weak, pathetic example of humanity.

She wasn't. She would never let herself become that. She... she just... She just wanted someone to hear her. She wanted someone to see how far she'd been driven, how desperate she was. Maybe, just maybe, then she'd be able to scrounge together some resemblance of a life. A true life... Not being someone else's personal slave.

If she took a step forward, though....

"...Someone will catch me..." She muttered; the same soft mantra she'd been repeating since she'd first set foot on the roof. There were enough heroes in New York to have noticed her by now. Her cry for help; her plea for attention... Someone had to have noticed, right? If she closed her eyes and simply let herself fall, someone would swoop in and snag her. Everyone would see how much pain she was in, and she'd finally be free. People would understand.

"Who's gonna catch you? I'm pretty sure you'd hit the sidewalk going like, 90. Maybe you'd even break through, and just keep going." The girl snickered, which earned her a glare.

"Do you always poke fun at desperate people like this?" She demanded, and would have crossed her arms if she hadn't been clinging desperately to the safety rail. The girl, a smirk set on her lips, shrugged casually.

"Most people don't usually try to off themselves in spots I frequent."

With a roll of her eyes, the twenty six year old attempted to ignore her unwanted visitor, and turned her attention back to the empty air before her. She needed to be calm... collected. Absolutely sure, that this was what she wanted to do. Any second thoughts after the plunge would no doubt be horrifying and she--

"Wooowee! Pretty high, ain't it? Wanna see something cool?"

Her attention as once again captured by the girl, but before she even had a chance to groan and beg her to leave, she spotted a shape tumbling over the railing beside her. Horrified, she couldn't watch as the girl fell. Her eyes squeezed shut and she turned her head, clenching the rail with renewed vigor. Moments passed, and she wasn't sure what she was expecting. A few terrified screams and shouts echoed up from below, as well as the sound of screeching tires... but nothing else.

"Ouch!... that hurt like a $#%@^#%$&..... Kinda looks like one'a those ink blot tests from here, don'it?"

She flinched again, eyes popping open to see that the girl was still very much alive and still standing beside her. In fact, she was leaning casually against the railing, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Casting a wary, uneasy glance down, she saw the mess. Her stomach flip-flopped, and she turned her eyes away again.

"Guess no one was around to catch her, yeah?"

"You... How...?" The girl snorted, straightening up from her slouch. "Ain't no heroes here, lady. You gotta Save yourself."

Bewildered, the blonde watched the girl turn and saunter away, whistling a little tune to herself. What on earth had just happened...?

"W-wait!" The girl paused, glanced over her shoulder, and waited. "...Who are you...?"

The she grinned. "Moose. See ya around, Lady."

Then she was gone. The tune she'd been whistling drifted in her ears for a moment or two, before it too vanished. "... No heroes here...?" After a moment of quiet contemplation, the twenty six year old wiggled her way back onto the other side of the safety rail, sat on the concrete roof, and quietly waited for the authorities to arrive.

Maybe, just maybe, that kid was right. She was just going to have to save herself.