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Light fights against dark.
Sometimes, I think people have taken that phrase a little too literally, which is plausible to an extent, but this is just ridiculous. I'm talking literally fighting the dark. As in, dark-skinned people.
This was a gradual change. It started from rejecting dark-skinned superhumans from joining the Hero leagues. Consequently, they had to join the Villain leagues. As time passed, society separated people by skin, the dark-skinned were villains and pale-skinned were heroes – no matter the good or bad either of them does.
However, there was a problem. Mixed race, someone too dark to be a hero, yet someone too pale to be a villain. They were the outcasts.
Like me.
My parents did something that's frowned upon, and both sides of society expect me to mess up. It brings me immense joy, really.
What made me more oh-so joyful, is being blessed with a superhuman gift when I know none would employ me. Not when I was a mixed-race with no degree.
As soon as someone got powers, they were meant to train – usually free of cost. It's a nuisance when I cannot complete my education.
Years of training later, I was presented to the league, the black community were more accepting—
I became a villain.
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I threw another rubber ducky at the hero's forehead, successfully knocking them out—
I wish. These buff guys are too... buffy. It probably felt like wind blowing on his face.
Lesson one: Hero's should stop being buff. Reason: Villains need to fight them off.
The intimidating buff hero [never learnt his name] walked closer with every second that passed – obviously, he isn't a statue – the clocked ticked closer to improvisation.
As his face came closer, I panicked.
Brown skin punched pale skin. And I wasn't aware of that. Darn, this human has a really strong jaw. He fell to the ground. I stared at him wide-eyed.
"I ACTUALLY KILLED HIM!" I yelled and pointed out at the hero. My heart thumped irritably fast, and dread swept the pits of my stomach.
"Relax, he just passed out," I screamed as the unknown voice entered my eardrums.
I quickly threw the rubber ducky in the general direction of his voice before turning around. I faced the unknown voice, his eyebrows drawn into a frown as he looked at the cheap yellow weapon – which laid three feet in front of him. Crappy aim.
We meet again, Shadow X.
Shadow X was the most adored hero from The United League of Heros, the firm was new and so was all the Heroes in it. I envied anyone from there – it was the only place where any skin colour could become a Hero, unfortunately, they never took someone who had been a villain for years.
