"Hero's"

beginnings

Humanity feeds on strength in numbers

Fresh meat provided by the "heros" that do their job every passing day

But faith is put into those smiles plastered over a fear ridden skeleton aching to escape
And when it does all trust put into heros falls

And along with that falls the castle walls of a fortress built to be strong

A hero is nothing more than a body of a character in hiding

They put an expression on their face that shows civilians it's gonna be just fine

But it's all fake, this world has gone to shit

And..I'm here to show people that when trust shatters it's for good
And the millions of reasons a "hero" should keep fighting go with it

So recline back in your brown leather seats

Grab a snack and enjoy the journey

This is my story..

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I was born into a family made up of one person, but that person was by my side through everything

I live a life of what "hero's" would call crime

I take lives to show the worse can happen in mere minutes

For those who believe in my schemes I leave unharmed

I work alone but sometimes I find myself in situations where teaming up is my best option

Now let me stop rambling and take you back to the beginning, my first experience with this kind of stuff

It was my 3rd year of middle school, right before high school started. I knew this kid, we'll call him by his "hero" name, Dynamite. he treated me with such hate that i became numb to the name calling, the threats and whatever else he had up his sleeve. Usually when I face people and they suddenly want to become the bad guy i can see the fear..the life inside their eyes as the beg for their life. But this damn kid. His eyes are dull like there is nothing there..

You'd think he was my biggest enemy and all that but he's the opposite. Yes I hate him and yes I'd like to be the one to show him 'heros' are just a kids game, he's still special to me

Moving on, my mom's next on the list. Like I said before she was the one person in my life who stuck by my side. Now you might be questioning the use of the word "was". We'll get there eventually so relax

When I was 8 I realized I wasn't like the other kids in my class, I didn't develop a quirk and was told I never even would

With my spirit crushed and a desire now fading slowly away I looked to other options, which is where the story finally begins

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The sky was a bright baby blue, with little to no clouds painted across the blank canvas. A bird sat perched on a wire while it's prey slithered across the concrete ground.

Another flashy save from the Japanese "hero" All Might, I stared in awe. How could I be like that, how could I change the world and smile through it all, smile through the pain, smile through the losses. Even smile through death..

"Move it kid, you're going to get hurt standing that close!"

"Oh sorry"

The green haired boy responded while taking a few steps back to let the police by.

"Nice save All Might! It's because of you crime is going down, I'm glad you were in the city today haha"

A different officer said while walking closer to the hero