Diary Of A Superhero.

Chapter 1- Being a Superhero isn’t at all Super.

There’s nothing worse then a bunch of supernaturals together in one room yapping about rules, boundaries and what not. Scratch that, there is something worse than this situation. The thing that is worse is being the on the receiving end of all the comments, questions, valid concerns, curse words, and whines. That is just another down side to being who I am. Having to make everyone agree and give terms everyone is capable of abiding by isn’t easy, but hey that’s the up bringing of a superhero.

Superhero? What you thought that fought only bad guys? Well, we do but mostly the bad guys are rouge supernaturals who run around defying rules set by the Council. For years, we have been called various things, that have transpired into various legends and meanings. We, are protectors, hunters, police, assassins, detectives, guardians, you named it I’ve been called it. Though, the one I like the most is Superhero. One because when one heres the word ‘Superhero’ they immediately think of some of some b.a. crime fighter, running around in a wicked costume exhibiting out of this world powers. Then, Second, because the name, in itself says so much. I mean Super-Hero. You are the best of the best, sometimes it can get to your head but then you have to put yourself back in reality and realize what you do isn’t so amazing after all. A life full of making laws, abiding by them, and making sure anyone who knowingly breaks the rules is rightfully punish accordingly to his/her crime committed isn’t lovely. A lot of Supehero’s become corrupt and abuse the power they are born with. Being a Superhero isn’t at all Super.

I was born with the sign. The sign that signifies your birthright. The sign that signifies that your life will be a chaotic hell. Oh and forget about Normal, normal is the farthest thing away from who we superheroes are. In fact, normal runs from us. I, born under my Cherokee surname Alisdelisgi (a-lee-s-da-lee-s-gee) (protector) is a direct descendent from the original, most powerful superheros of all the earth’s existence. Though I, Elina Alisdelisgi have not completely come into my powers yet as I am 17, a time in any Superhero’s life were they should be at the full extent of their powers as they learn to master them. I guess though, I am a runt, late bloomer is no excuse the lack of power and control I have.

I finally am at my edge with all the demand being yelled at me. “Enough” I yell and seemingly they all quiet up and listen. “ I am not here to hear measly, irrelevant demands made by y’all. I am here to question and see if anyone has any information on any of the recent, portal coruptions.” I said in an exhausted and cranky voice. Texas heat does nothing but boost angry emotions.

“No, but I’ve sure seen a couple of Vamps sneaking humans in and out of the Portals without permission or passes.” A dark haired, lady in her mid thirties said.

“Oh yes, blame it on us Vampires, when the guilty ones are you, you Dogs! Always running rabid everywhere playing jokes on innocents.” Another Dark haired elderly man said starring accusing eyes at the werewolves banded together on the other side of the room. That exchange starting all the ranting again. “Please, people, playing the blame game gets un nowhere. The sooner we figure out the portal coruptions we can go back to dealing with your” I sighed. “Immediate issues” I continued. They all stared at me as if I had said something worth listening too. I sighed again. “Well if anyone hears or sees of anything I would advise you to immediately report it and if you fail to do so, the correct punishment will be rightfully inflicted on you.” I said with a false bravado. I looked around at the “venue” we had been place in. Okay, basically is was a auction house place on several acres of land. It smelt of hay, and musk brought by the humidity molding at the wet wood.

I stepped down from my podium and began walking out through the back entrance seeing as this meeting was doing nothing but waste my time. As soon as I stepped out of the auction house I was hit buy a breeze and a chill. I felt someone here. There presence was of one not to be missed. And out from a shadow casted by a gloomy lamp came him. I never cuss really but this time I muttered a loud, audible, “Oh shit.”

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