TNG: Iblis, the First Hero

Chapter 5: Awakening

Awakening

Okay, so I've determined that I have superpowers... I might just be a neohuman, which I would've thought was impossible until about five minutes ago. What now? Do I tell someone? Do I not tell anyone? Do I join some special school and play basketball with a guy that throws fireballs? Cid asked himself as he made his way to his final class of the day.

I can't believe that I'm even thinking about this! Two weeks ago, I was getting decked by King. We've got those roles flip-flopped now. Five weeks ago, I was in a hospital, and three months ago, I was the normal child of two workaholic parents. Just how does this happen?

"Good morning class, I..." the teacher began. Cid, however, was not paying attention to what the teacher was saying. He was still perplexed by his current situation.

Okay, so far I can jump really high, flip like a gymnast, and put cracks in brick walls... ow... my hand still hurts from that...

Before he knew it, the bell rang, signaling that the school day was over. He was out of the door before the teacher knew it.

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As he was walking home, he made his best attempt at piecing his life together, though he didn't have much time before he heard a series of screams coming from behind.

"Outta my way kid!" a man yelled, almost knocking Cid over as he bolted down the street.

A male voice yelled after the man. "Get back here with my stuff!" he yelled, but the burglar was quickly escaping his pursuer.

Don't be a hero. Don't be a hero Cid, he tried to tell himself, but ultimately he decided to be a hero.

This is going straight to the top of my bad ideas list. Is there some rule that states that people with superpowers have to chase after burglars? He asked himself as he ran after the burglar. He quickly realized how fast he was running, easily faster than he had ever run before. Catching the burglar in mere seconds, he quickly dispatched him and grabbed the bag the he was holding.

"Drop the bag!" the burglar's pursuer shouted from further down the street. As the pursuer approached, Cid quickly noticed the dull silver of a small handgun being removed from the man's black suit jacket.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Cid shouted, dropping the bag and throwing his hands in the air.

"You stupid kids, thinking that you can just take whatever you want. Next generation my a**. I'll show you a next generation," the man grumbled, stalking towards Cid like a madman.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Cid reiterated.

Too late, the gun fired. Time seemed to slow down as he found himself dodging bullets and attempting to get away from the deranged gunman at the same time. Jumping in the air, he managed to land on the roof of a nearby house.

He watched quietly as the gunman searched his immediate surroundings for him, completely confused by the sudden turn of events. Losing track of adversary, the man grabbed his bag and fled in the direction that they had come, leaving the burglar laying in the street.

Once he was free from danger, Cid jumped down from the roof. Upon landing on the ground, a burning sensation shot up his side. Instinctively reaching for the source of the pain, he quickly noticed that he had not been quick enough to completely dodge one particular bullet.

Wooziness set in as he surveyed his shirt, which was quickly becoming bloodstained. "Oh s***... Oh s***. He shot me. He shot me ...Wait... did I just dodge bullets? Why am I actually surprised that I got shot? ...Ouch... He shot me!" He groaned to himself as he tried to pull the burglar out of the street.