Vera Lynn Black

Vera Lynn Black has been left all alone.

As a child, she lost her arms. Only one man would hug her. Only one man still seemed to love her: her brother, Manchester.

And now Manchester is dead.

He tried to make a difference in this world. He tried to make the world a better place. And now he's dead.

She stands on the sidewalks of Metropolis, looking up at the sky, waiting for the subject of her wrath. The Man of Steel. The Man of Tomorrow. Last Son of Krypton.

Superman.

Murderer of her brother.

The rest of the people around her pass by. Manchester talked about people like sheep, and maybe he was right. Her world has ended. Her brother is dead... and people around her keep walking, talking, joking, kissing, yelling... don't they know? Don't they understand?

There. The big blue boyscout overhead.

"There you are," she smirks.

She flips open her coat, and her arms unfold into two massive cannons. People around her begin to scream and run away, but she pays the sheep no mind. She takes aim.

"Tosser..."

And she opens fire at the blue form patrolling overhead.