[ WP ] A drug-addicted , retired 35 year old superhero goes out of retirement and tries ( but fails ) to stop a murder .

( TRIGGER WARNING! ) 
 
 Shadows twisted against the walls, where the paper curled and the ceiling was yellowed. The screams were strangled and rattling against the cage of each chest. A girl screamed as she fell to the ground, hitting her head against the thin carpet and through to the floor. The man above her aimed a kick at her spine. She twisted in agony, begging for help. Tears and mucus trailed down her face, her lips trembled. 
 
 “ Stop. ” 
 
 The man stopped abruptly. She, seeking an opportunity, pushed herself up on her hands and knees. He noticed and struck her in the abdomen. She shrieked, feeling warmth trickle down her legs. 
 
 “ I said STOP. ” 
 
 The haggard voice escaped the hero, his body hunched over. His hair was strongly and untamed, his hands trembling. Flickering spots of green danced at his fingertips. “ Let go of the girl. ” 
 
 “ Why should I? ” The man asked, bending down. “ She ’ s young, impressionable, sweet. Why I could make her into a looker four year ’ s time. How old will she be? ” A grin crept across his face. `` Do n't worry. She'll just do some work for us. We wo n't even touch her.'' 
 
 The green strings of electricity leapt off his fingers, scrambling for the man. They lost strength halfway and dropped the the floor, writing before evaporating. The hero began to pant with the effort, his vision escaping him. He licked his lips, taking a heavy step forwards. The floorboards precariously rattled. 
 
 “ I said let her go. I ’ ll attack. ” 
 
 “ You can barely see me you fucker. ” 
 
 “ I can… ” He rose, taking the vertigo as if it was a minor set back, and focusing his gaze. He raised his hand, focused his energy. The man didn ’ t budge. He grabbed the girl ’ s neck. The girl gazed up at the hero dully. 
 
 “ I ’ ll attack! ” The hero began to bellow, curling his hand into a fist. He approached the man, shuffling forwards, and slugged him in the head. The man didn ’ t move. He watched as the fist swept by his head. 
 
 “ What was it? Acid? ” The man laughed, pushing the girl away. “ I can push you over so easily you ’ ll fear you ’ ll snap. Like a twig. ” 
 
 “ How long did it take you to make that up? ” The hero said, regaining his boundaries. 
 
 He stared at the girl. HIs gaze slipped off her eyes, to the floor, then focused back again. She was staring at him meekly, her lips twisted. Blood trickled from her left nostril. Something in her features brought him a sharp stab of pain. 
 
 “ Go. ” The man said leisurely, playing with the golden curls that twisted around his ear. “ When did you fuck up? Sixteen years ago? A dumb mistake and you get so weak. It ’ s pathetic. ” 
 
 The man ’ s newly gained body weight pressed against the blue and green suit, moving with every laboured breath he took. His eyes, beneath the fabric, squinted. They were stained red. “ Sixteen? ” 
 
 “ You heard him. ” The girl spoke up. “ It ’ s okay. You can go, daddy. ”
