[ WP ] You 're a time traveler who stops criminals ... by going back to when they were children and helping them become heroes .

We met on a rainy day in August. She was standing over the metal guard rails of an overpass, staring at the murky waters below. I was walking towards her. 
 
 Never was I alone, my father and my uncle, both seasoned veterans of the division. They kept me company. They kept me warm from the cold creep of loneliness. So did the endless six packs we drank together. I trusted them. I loved them. Empty bottles of whisky lined my counter tops. This was destiny. I was rough on the outside, practically dead. Cynical to any sort of delight or content surprise that drifted my way. I was the waterfall at the end of a peaceful river. Despair that swirled endlessly. That was true until I met Rachel. She was calm, gorgeous and kind. She was everything I wanted or wanted to be, but did n't deserve. And she held me at gunpoint. 
 
 Two weeks previous, I was elected to undertake a mission to stop an unstoppable murder. My record was pristine. Seven halted homicides, four `` pre-habilitations'' and two recruits. I was -- for the most part -- a golden officer of the division. Once again, until I met Rachel. 
 
 She was young, innocent. She watched animated Disney movies, while laying flat on her stomach on the shag carpet that lined the living room. The living room, TV and subsequent Disney movies belonged to her grandpa. A hard working man. A good man. I watched her. Trying to find her misstep, her lapse in judgement, her fall from grace. Instead I found justice. 
 
 A crooked cop. Someone trying to push their career forward. Someone trying to sacrifice his own morality to secure a position among the elite. My Father, he killed him. With the flow of time at his disposal came the freedom of tampering with it. Like puppets my father controlled Rachel's grandfather. Planted evidence to crimes he would never even consider. He was suspect of dealing with drugs. 
 
 As I watched Rachel, I watched him also. He had been giving his prescriptions to an injured soldier back from war, his neighbor. Rachel's grandfather endured what pain he had if it meant that young man across the road could sleep at night. 
 
 When Rachel's grandfather died in solitary confinement she tossed away her days of cartoon films about hope and love. She trained her body and mind to become a weapon of vengeance. Instead of stopping her, I let her go. I watched her buy weapons, spar with behemoths and lay in bed tireless. I watched her track my father, my uncle and me. Until one day she found me walking to work and held me at gun point. 
 
 `` You can kill me.'' I said, leaning over the railing, peering into the endless waters. `` But, I can help you get what you really want.'' 
 
 She cocked her handgun. 
 
 `` Why? Why would you want to help me?'' She said. 
 
 `` Because, I can make you a hero.'' 

