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“Heroes always protect the innocent.” That was the phrase I was raised with. I used to think the statement was true until I learned about Father Darkness, which is when I found out that who we believe is a hero can actually be the true villain.
I live in North Alamo. It is one of the largest cities in Handa, famous for the most power-related crimes. Not the electricity kind of power, the teleportation, levitation, that kind. Almost everyone has some kind of special ability. Well, except for a select few like myself. For instance, my Mom, Beatrice Codename, is a Shapeshifter, meaning that she can turn herself to look like any person or human being. She also possesses the ability of telekinesis, although she rarely uses her powers. My father, Mark Codename, is a Shiftest. A Shiftest is a being with an extremely powerful second or third form. I wasn't so lucky.
As for me, as I've stated earlier, I have no powers. All I got was a look that was, quite literally, patterned after my parents. Along with my unusual appearance (not unusual because people around the world usually take on a different appearance once they have gotten their power), my parents gave me a name that was the complete opposite of the season I was born in.
“Summer Codename! The girl with light pink hair, white and bronze skin, and no powers, but still looks like she does!” That's usually how people remember me. The saying has been said so much that people have almost forgotten the first part of it. That’s not how I’d like to be remembered, though. A powerless, random girl, as most of the people I meet say. As of now, I'll pass on as a nobody.
“Ya been waitin' here long?” I looked over to the right. A shirtless man sat on the bus stop bench next to me. Now that I think about it, I had been so deep in thought that I forgot I had been waiting on a bus. I didn’t know how long I’d been standing there for. I shake my head.
In Alamo, kids only go to school up to the 8th grade. I graduated from school last year and am now living with my family. At this moment, I was coming from the general library. I help out there whenever I get the chance. I don't get paid that much, but it's enough to start my own savings. I turn away from the man and look around casually.
“Thank goodness! I don’t want to be out in this chilly weather any more than I've got to be.” The man said. I looked over at him. ‘Maybe you should put on a shirt.’ I thought, looking him up and down.
When the bus finally pulled up to a stop, I ran onto the bus and sat in the back. Although the bus was mainly empty, the back was where people were less likely to crowd first. I set my backpack on the seat next to me and looked out the window at the now-empty bus stop. The man with no shirt sat in the seat closest to the door, pulling a cigarette from his pocket.
After about ten minutes of the bus moving, it stopped, and a man dressed in a black suit got on the bus. He looked around the bus as if it were crowded (which it wasn’t; it was only me since the nan from before had gotten off at a bar) and then walked over to me.
“This spot taken?” The man had a smile on his face and gestured to the seat holding my backpack. I shook my head no and moved my bag to the floor in front of me. The man sat down next to me and fixed his suit.
“So how was work?” I noticed his smile and realized he was expecting me to answer him.
“I don’t work,” I say, trying to avoid any more conversation with the strange man.
“I sure hope you do. You wouldn’t want all those past years of labor to go to waste, would you?” I looked at the man, surprised when he asked me this. He was still smiling as he said it, yet there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
The bus stopped and opened its doors to let new passengers in. Even though this wasn’t my stop, I grabbed my backpack and ran off the bus. There was a shout behind me and the suited man jumped out of the bus just before it closed its door.
“This isn’t the way home!” The man had begun jogging towards me. I had just enough time to fish my taser out of my bag before he caught up to me. The man grabbed me by the shoulder, and I spun around a
nd tased him.