Not So Super

1 Prower

"Edra Persephone Prower" the instructor called out my name. With shaky hands and nervous breaths I stepped from the group of my peers and onto the small raised circular platform in the bright room with almost all the walls windows. "Edra, your parents are some of the best to have come from this Academy, we all have high hopes that you will impress us as they did." the cold hard voice of the instructor coos in a not so sweet voice. His sharp white irises land on me. He enjoys sucking the happiness out of children I deduce from his sharp glare and line for a mouth. "So, would you please demonstrate your power?" This is where my mouth runs dry and my hands clam up, unlike Drew I never found out what my power was, most find theirs before enrolment, some are late bloomers and their powers are realized here, others are found to be powerless.

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Okay I can tell you must be pretty confused so let me start from the beginning.

We live in a world where there are 3 types of people. You have the Heroes; Super heroes that is, their enemies the Villains, and the innocents, regular everyday people like you and your mother. As you can imagine the Heroes save the day and fight crime. The Villains take on their natural role as that crime that is foiled. Innocents, they are what the Villains threaten and the Heroes save, they're the one thing that scares me to my core.

Heroes may have the Innocents as their main priority to protect, but they can have their own agenda, have a family, a job, a business, with their secret identities. Though the Innocents know them by two names not connecting them with each other, the Heroes don't bother with secret identities among each other. Honestly I've always found this to be quite stupid; anyone could be a spy or double cross the Heroes, I tried to explain this to my parents but they only laughed and told me that not everyone's motives are questionable, that there can be good people. I've always been the kind of person to not trust easily, it comes from a bad experience, my first experience with a Vero. These are my own category of people that I defined myself, not many other people see it as well. Heroes who have either; turned Villain, have done/do Villainous things, or have Villainous tendencies. My parents say I am too quick to judge people, I say that having an idea about someone is better than trusting in falsities.

I guess I should explain who I am, but maybe I should start with my parents, Arthur Ferris Prower and Jena Edith Prower, otherwise known as Racer and Invisa-woman. My father Arthur lived a privileged childhood, huge house, prepatory school, Sunday fox huntings and all. He was also a protégé, by the time he was 5 he realized he had inherited the power that has been passed down the male line of his family since the first Prower. When he enrolled into Heroes West Ward Academy he created a tornado by running along the walls of the evaluation room and left the crowd to wind maimed hair and burn marks around the room. It was at HWWA or Heroes Academy that he got his name and became the Hero he is today, an A list, number 4 on the list of the Super Men division. He used to race the other boys at the school with fast genies as well but he always won. He was one of the jock types, the kind of dochebag that was on the football team and was dating the 2nd hottest cheerleader in the Innocent world, in our world they were called the A list in the hierarchy of the Heroes world.

My mother on the other hand lived more modestly. Sure she came from money too, but she wanted to be more than her rich parent's daughter, so she lived a much more modest life than them and when she turned 13 she started working at the library and lived off the money she made there. She was quiet and shy, didn't have too many friends, but she was one of those people with a heart of gold. Huge, thick rimmed glasses that magnified her eyes almost absurdly, chunky sweaters, long jeans, and sneakers are what she usually wore, not like the A list girls with their short skirts, tight tops, and high heels. Remember those late bloomers I was talking about, she was one of them, in a way she tried to protest having powers, a way to protest against her parents and their lavish lifestyles and high expectations. When she was forced to show off her power in enrolment she didn't know what to do and when she concentrated her body faded out of view, but her clothes stayed. Her instructor and peers, they laughed, it was a power where she'd need to be naked for it to even take full effect, she was claimed a D class and her peers made fun of her. After the first week of school she kept wishing she could just disappear, that she wasn't in the Academy.