Panda Hero

Chapter 11

I wasn't sure if it was a look of hatred or shock when he registered my face.

I knew I must have blushed a little from the attention on me.

My feelings had long gone to hibernation for him.

I tried to give him one of my classical cocky smile but it came out soft when the dried blood cracked.

"Can someone get her something?" He rasped, seeming tired or cranky.

Probably both.

Someone handed me a wet rag.

I looked at it before trying to hand it back.

No one took it.

"It's for your face." The Captain muttered.

"I know, I don't need it."

"Yes you do."

"No."

"Why not?!"

"Because, I'm making a statement." I winked at him.  

He grabbed my shoulder and snatched the rag from my hands, roughly rubbing my face.

It ran over my eyes and the dirt I had rubbed to keep my appearance up was disappearing.

"Stop! No!" I screamed, pushing him away.

After I did a guard yanked me up.

The mess hall had gone painfully silent.

I made sure my hair was in my face when I looked back to him.

"I'd like it if you didn't touch me." I snapped.

"That's it. You're going back to solitary confinement!" The guard barked, dragging me away.

Xavier grabbed my arm and the hair in front of my face was pushed back.

"Boo." I said flatly.

His eyes widened.

"Margaret?" He gasped.

"I prefer the name Panda Hero, I took that name on a will concerning you." I replied as the guard let go of me, Xavier didn't.

"How dare you! You- You lied to me-" Then he relized the crowd around us and pulled me out of the mess hall.

A guard protesting behind us the entire time.

Xavier pushed me into a room and slammed the door in the guards face.

If I wasn't so weak I'd have fought back.

"What's- You- Why?!" He yelled.

I jerked back.

"Why what? You went after me. I didn't trick you." I snapped.

His face went red.

"What have you done to yourself?" He asked, looking at my body.

The clothes were a size small and I had to tie them to my body to keep them on.

"I'm the hero, I do what I must." I replied simply.

"That's stupid. The doctors said you wouldn't-"

"I know what they say. How's the press?" I teased.

"What about it?" He snapped.

"It hasn't- I assume you haven't captured my collueges." I said carefully.

"No. Regretfully."

"What day is it?" I inquired.

Once he told me I smiled.

No wonder, my days were off.

I had assumed a melt down earlier but my days were off!

"When the time comes, remember, you chose your side." I said opening the door.

He took my wrist and my heart froze.

"Who are you?"

I smiled at him playfully.

"The Hero." 

T.V.'s everywhere turned on, pictures flashed on, one by one.

Mother's screamed, covering the eyes of their children.

Men yelled in ourtrage.

Family members cried.

The capital turned into chaos as their hero sat in a cell, listening to her work bloom.

The work of a hero was not clean.

It had darks, the darkness of what she showed, the innocent dragged with the rest in the accusations pointed.

The light of justice given, of government being cleansed once again.

How beautifuly ugly it was.

The prison fell, with the government colasping so did the wages of the guards.

I escaped with ease.

When I tried to return home all I found was a city of ruins, burned to the ground, blood, and death.

Perhaps it was for the best, perhaps not.

The sadest part was I knew they would hate me, everyone would.

And if I could go back in time and change things, I wouldn't.

I would do the same exact thing.

That was my curse.

The curse of being the Hero, of being the Villian.