The Rise Of CuteGuy

Wake Up Scar

StarVoid's pov

I was racing up to the rooftop with the paramedics when a strange voice came over the hero's radio pleading for help, then abruptly transmitting a location. My heart raced in my chest at the realization it was HotGuy's radio. Bursting through the upper door, I caught a fleeting glimpse of something diving off the building, away from us. Despite the urgency, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at me.

Hurrying to HotGuy's side, my concern deepened as I noticed long cuts stretching from his left shoulder down to his right hip, inexplicably covered in moss. It was a bizarre sight that left me bewildered. Clearly, someone had been here before, trying to help. I stepped aside to let the paramedics LifeLight him.

Watching him being strapped to a gurney and then hoisted into the helicopter did nothing to ease my worries. As they pulled him inside and took off, my anxiety only intensified.

I lingered on the rooftop for a moment, remembering the figure that had dived off. I needed to find out who it was and if they were still around.

""I know you're there, and I just wanted to say thank you. For patching him up as best as you could. And thank you for coming to our aid," I said, leaning on the railing as I watched the city being rebuilt by purple magic. "You're fixing the city? That's a lot of power to be using when you haven't used it for a while. Be careful not to burn yourself out, okay?" I spoke through my helmet's radio into the world, but still got no reply. I continued to lean on the railing, watching everything being restored as if it had never been destroyed in the first place.

I listened closely to my surroundings and heard the sound of wings beating. They weren't flying away nor coming closer—they were just hovering. I could find them if I wanted to. They managed to fix half the city before I noticed the wing beats becoming more erratic, like they were running out of energy but preferred to stay in the shadows.

II could see the news crews already arriving to assess the damage, their surprised faces evident when they saw that only a few buildings were destroyed. They spotted me on the rooftop and immediately wanted to start interviewing me, assuming I had something to do with this miraculous repair. The concern in my chest deepened, knowing that the true hero behind the scenes was struggling silently.

I made my way down to the news reporters, noting that the sound of the wings had stopped. Whoever had been behind the magic had disappeared. They didn’t want credit, which was really strange. They preferred to work in the shadows, and I knew exactly who it was that had saved our hero. People thought I had defeated her or killed her, but really, she was just misunderstood.

As I emerged from the building, I wasn't necessarily flooded with reporters but was instead met by a giant crowd of people. I scanned the crowd and noticed a red sweater at the back, but I didn't draw attention to it. Looking around, I saw Cub, HotGuy's civilian brother. I knew I had to talk to him first.

The news reporters and civilians made way for me as I moved toward the back of the group where Cub and Mr. Red Sweater were talking. Mr. Red Sweater had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles dotting his skin. His oversized red sweater practically engulfed him, and he wore black pants and black shoes. He clung to Cub's arm, using magic to hide his avian features, even though hybrids were allowed in the city nowadays. He concealed his feathered ears and head wings, and the only reason I knew this was because I knew who he was and what he was capable of.

Both of them turned their attention to me as I approached. "Can I talk to you two?" I asked through my radio, making them exchange glances.

"Are we in trouble?" Cub asked, looking back at me, while the avian watched Cub's reactions closely.