It is 5:30 in the morning. The Las Vegas sky is starless, the moon is shining bright. All is peaceful and quiet, except for a certain room in a certain household. From the top right window of the house, a loud and continuous drilling sound can be heard. Inside the room, was Charlie Dooley. An eighteen year old boy, enjoying his summer morning by creating more tech for fun. Currently, he's working on a special surprise for his sister, who he cares about very deeply.
Normally, siblings often fight and pick on each other, but not Charlie and his sister Lesley. He always made sure that Lesley was happy, and if she wasn't he would always make her feel better to the best of his ability. His favorite way of doing this was break dancing to make her laugh at the weird movements he could pull off. Sometimes he would spin on his head like a top, doing flips, and other fun things just to get her to smile. So now for her birthday, he was creating an advanced version of her favorite toy: a Yo-yo.
This Yo-Yo was special. It was much more sturdy, could grow and shrink in size, and was made to where preforming tricks would be much easier. Once he was finished working on the build itself, he painted the yo-yo dark blue with a green swirl in the middle. Once it was painted, he left it to dry.
Charlie walks downstairs to get some early breakfast, and is greeted by his father, Michael, who had just gotten home from his night shift at the hospital. He looks at his son and smiles "Mornin', Bubba! I heard ya workin' on something up in your room! Care to tell me what it was? Wasn't something dangerous was it? I don't want another corner of the house to blow up!" He says, and laughs loudly afterward. His father was always upbeat and positive, which was inherited by Charlie.
"No it's not dangerous. It's just a cool yo-yo for Lesley's birthday! I think she'll really like it!" Charlie smiles happily as he explains everything the yo-yo can do. His father listened closely and grinned while doing so. Michael loved listening to his son explanations of inventions. He knew that someday they would be used for great things. Charlie, once finished explaining, looks at his father. "Sorry if that was a lot of information to take in." He looks down a bit, worrying he had bored his father.
His father laughs again and looks at him "it's okay! I thought it sounded awesome! I'm sure she'll love it!" He replies reassuringly. "Well, I've gotta get to bed. I'm exhausted! Make sure you take your sister to the mall today so she can get something for her birthday. I left the money on the table. Love you, Bubba!" He hugs Charlie and goes up to his room.
A few hours later, Charlie is driving Lesley to the mall for her birthday, listening to their favorite song "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGees. "you excited sis?" He glances at her then continues to look at the road.
His seven year old sister giggles and nods "yeah! Super excited!" She was dressed in her favorite green and blue dress, and was very happy to be spending time with her big brother. Charlie continues to drive to the mall, eventually reaching it. He turns to his sister as she unbuckles
"So what do you want for your birthday do you think? Maybe the latest issue of your favorite comic, Childish Crusader?" He lets a soft smile form on his face as Lesley nods excitedly. Lesley loved superheroes and everything they stood for. Her favorite was Childish Crusader, a childlike hero who used a baseball bat as a weapon and made sure every person was brought to justice. He walks into the comic shop with her and looks around. As they roam around, Lesley stares in awe at all the heroes.
"I wish there could be a real life superhero! That'd be awesome!" Lesley shouts excitedly. It was her biggest dream to see a real life superhero. She'd always run around the house saying a phrase that she'd come up with, but was also inspired by Childish Crusader. "No villain too big no crime too small! Justice will be served!" Charlie had always shared her dream. He thought a real life superhero would be an awesome thing to see.
They continued to shop, eventually picking up a couple comics for her birthday. He pays for them and begins to walk out of the shop, holding her hand. It had gotten late, and the night was even darker than the last. As they walked, they began to hear footsteps from behind. "Put your hands up!" A deep voice shouts. The cashier at the comic book store overhears the commotion and begins to call the police. Charlie puts his hands up, but Lesley doesn't. She looks at them and glares, not realizing how outmatched she was.
"Put the gun down, scum!" She shouts. The thug points the gun at her, not caring about her age. He didn't want to shoot her, but he needed to not intimidate her.
"I'm not kidding kid!" He shouts at her, to no effect. Charlie looks at her, very worried
"Sis, put your hands up and everything will be alright. I promise." Charlie says, his voice trembling with fear. His sister rejects his advice and lunges at the gun, trying to grab it out of the thug's hands. She didn't realize how weak she was. In the struggle, the trigger is pulled as a bullet is fired through the little girl's lung.
"Lesley!" Charlie shouts as the thug runs off and his sister falls to the ground. He grabs her and holds her in his arms as quiet "no no no"'s slip through his lips. As she struggles to breath, Lesley looks up at her brother, still smiling brightly. She says quietly, "no villain too b-ig...." she gurgles, "no crime too small....justice...will be...served..." her voice gives out on her and she falls limp as sirens blare in the distance.