The Fallen Hero: From hero to villain Pt 1

Day 1

Boses POV
"I'm sorry for what I chose! " Volt said, sparks flying out of her hands. "I have to make things right" She said, having a spark hit a wire. "NO! " I yelled. A white flash and a ringing in my ears...

20 days before________________________

As I walk into Swag, I spot Chapa, Mika, and Miles huddled together, chattering away excitedly. The energy in the air is no doubt a result of their recent thrilling battle. Approaching them, I can't help but be drawn into their conversation.

"You remember when I took down Toddler? " Miles said excitedly. Mika nodded. "Our remember when I took down his goon with spicy milk once again? " Chapa said. I nodded, laughing. "Yeah yeah but anyway-" Mika continues.

But suddenly, Chapa's face contorts with anger, overshadowing the previously joyous atmosphere. Something has evidently upset her, causing her to storm off without a word. Startled, I watch as she disappears into the distance, frustration emanating from every step she takes.

Curiosity consumes me, and I can't help but wonder what has caused Chapa's sudden outburst. Was it a disagreement within the team? Or perhaps a personal conflict weighing heavily on her mind? Whatever the reason, her anger is very big, leaving a lingering tension in the air.....

Chapa POV
"Remember when I took down Toddlers goon with spicy milk again" I said. Bose laughed. But instead of getting the recognition and praise I deserved, all I got in response was a casual "yeah yeah" from Mika

In that moment, frustration welled up inside me like a volcanic eruption. It felt like I was invisible, like my abilities and contributions didn't matter. I couldn't contain my anger any longer, so I stormed out of the room, feeling the tears of frustration threatening to spill.

Walking alone down the empty corridor, I couldn't shake the feeling of being undervalued. It hurt deep within my core. I had always prided myself on my skills, my determination, and my ability to get the job done. But it seemed like nobody else saw it, nobody else appreciated it.

Just as I reached a secluded corner and allowed myself to succumb to the overwhelming emotions, Bose, one of my closest allies, appeared. Concern etched across his face, he approached me cautiously and gently put a hand on my shoulder.

"Chapa, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Broken and vulnerable, I found myself opening up to him, finally revealing the insecurities that had been building up. "I always feel invisible, how my efforts are constantly overlooked or overshadowed."

Bose listened intently. "Well I don't overlook you. "

And as I wiped away my tears, still trembling with a mixture of anger and sadness, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, with time, my efforts would start to be recognized. But until then, I would find solace in knowing that Bose, at least, acknowledged and understood my struggle.