I woke up in a bed, not my bed, but a comfortable bed nonetheless. The lights were off, but the windows showed light peaking through. I slowly tried to sit up, but my hand flew to the back of my head as a sharp pain shot up down the back of my head to my spine. There was something soft taped against my head, and whatever it was covering, hurt when I gently touched it. I looked around the room, besides the bed and the bedside table, there was no other furniture, there were three doors, all on one wall. I assumed one was the bathroom, one was the closet, and one was the door leading out. I carefully got out of the bed, shivering immediately, wrapping my arms around myself. I was wearing the same clothes from when... when... when... when Harry died. It hit me like a train.
I slowly fell to the ground, tears running down my face, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone. Everyone is gone.
Then I remember what happened after that, I tried to kill people, I tried to do what they had done to me. I felt hypocritical and stupid and tired, I was really really tired. Physically tired, but also mentally and emotionally just done, I was 12 years old, and everything the past few years have just sucked. Except this time, I didn't have Harry to hold me in his arms while I sobbed into his chest. I didn't have somebody who could understand what was happening, who was also going through the same exact pain as me. I didn't have anyone.
The team? I had started talking to them yesterday, they barely knew me, they just knew that my brother had died. And that at that moment, I wanted to kill. They must be disgusted by me, scared of me. And yet, somewhere deep inside of me, I knew that I thought what I started should be finished, that they should be killed. Anger is kind of like alcohol, it can reveal ones true emotions, how they really feel, and you know what? I feel disgusted by me, I feel scared of me, this body that I'm in, the powers that I have, I can't control them, I scare myself. The thought echoed in my head.
Then there was a knock, I slowly got up, walking to the door at a slow pace, before slowly pulling the door open.
"Mr. Moreno?" He stood standing there, a sympathetic look on his face.
"Harper, how are you feeling?" He whispered, I was grateful for it, my head was throbbing.
"Ok, I guess," I said, softly.
"Are you hungry?"
"No, thank you. I'm actually feeling a little nauseous," I told him.
"Ok, I need to replace your bandages and then you can fall back asleep," He smiled.
I was glad he knew that I was tired, I felt relieved.
I sat down at the edge of the bead as he took off the previously soft fabric that I had yet to identify until then as bandages. He used some cold liquid that stung a little to avoid infection, and then put on new bandages. He left the room quietly, and I fell back asleep, mostly to avoid having to deal with my living nightmare.
3 Months Later
I stood to the side of Missy, looking at the landscape ahead of me, realizing now, that maybe I was a monster. But now? I've become a hero.
To be continued...
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The One Who Lost Everything (We Can Be Heroes fanfic)
FanfictionMeet Harper Louis. Her mother and father were both KIA in one of the Heroics missions. Her father, Henry Louis, could control fire and had telekinesis. While her mother was gifted the ability of water and mind control. Her older brother, Harrison, h...