The Dilemma

2. A Blast In The Past

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I'm going to apologize that my life has sounded like some boring teenager's diary, but too be honest, my life is nothing of the sorts. I'm just telling you about the little things and then the bigger things and after this; I promise to you that everything will become a lot more interesting. I can tell you the perks and the downfalls of being a teenage superhero, but then again, that'd be fast forwarding the whole show and only watching the commercial breaks.

However, before I tell you about 'The Day and The Life as Virtus', I have the need to save your precious little lives from impending doom. There's a simple saying that nearly everyone I've encountered has believed in it, ignoring the fact that it's actually dangerous. Let's make things move a little faster now, the saying is 'Home is where the heart is'. Yeah, I'm aware that a household is supposedly one of the safest places to live, but that's where everybody is wrong.

Look, I know that you probably don't believe me, but it's true. It's a hoax, seeing that your current home is probably one of the most dangerous places to be. Of course you're probably going to go ask me for proof and if you do, I wouldn't blame you. It's perfectly normal, seeing that I wouldn't believe someone that said that their pet elephant did a back flip. Now, I do have proof, so try to bear with me here. There's no sense in lying to you because that too, is probably the best option you'd ever be given in life or death situations. However, before you choose to lie, please be an expert liar, I'm trying to save your life here now and being an amateur liar is probably going to result with you being buried six feet under the ground.

If you do lie, just note that it's a 50/50 chance. Either you live, or you die. There's no in-between, unless you want to be stuck in coma for years on end. Now's probably a good time to get back on topic as well, so back to the houses we go. Now, that lying rant wasn't meant to be. I didn't mean to distract you at all, so now we're presenting what wants to be heard and why a house isn't as safe as it is said to be.

Nothing is perfect, including a dream house. Then again, we could talk about any house now. As always, there has to be a problem and when a problem isn't solved or given a solution, it becomes bigger. In that case, that happens everywhere within a home. The community. I'm aware that the community is outside of the home, but people make up a community, and people live inside the house you're currently residing in. People also tend to have something that can easily be told, something someone might call a secret. That's a problem with the world; the one thing that's meant to be kept is always told.

Secrets are left within someone's home, supposedly to be locked away from the wrong hands, but eventually it does end up in the wrong people's hands. However, when a little cash is involved, everyone you once trusted are now considered traitors. You're probably saying that there isn't anything to be told, but there is. Everything that makes you yourself is on the line and the government needs this, they need to know who you are, where you live, and your blood type. Now, the government already knows all this, seeing that they already know all of the following. Then again, if you aren't home, enjoy your siblings pointing out the fact that you're currently at the mall or at the movies. But, then again that isn't the exact secrets I'm talking about. So, why not go into the past a little bit? It's not much, but it's basically the story of how I'm homeless, penniless, and why I chose my life.

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"You know, normal teenagers usually go outside and play sports," Ignoring my mother for the time being, my fingers continued to jab aggressively at the videogame controller. I was so close to finishing the level, easily shooting the opponents with ease, though I wasn't exactly sure on how to use a gun in real life. Flicking my blonde hair out of my view of the game, my nonchalant expression easily turned to annoyance. There was no possible way that I was going to beat the level; there were far too many zombies, and only one of me.