"My mother had always hated the idea of me becoming a superhero. I had asked her why, I have superpowers and I was obviously meant to use them. Besides, who doesn't want to be a hero?"
"I know why now...."
I looked at the bed, with my injured best friend laying on it. Dying slowly and obviously painfully. A tear rolled down my cheek. The first tear I've cried since my mother was killed in an accident. My best friend looked over at me with a strained smile and finished for me.
"Because heroes aren't meant to survive."
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My Odd Mind
RandomSoooooooooooo. This is my first book/fanfic/wwhatever(heh heh, I'm a Homestuck fan)this is. This is basically whatever the heck my odd mind comes up with written on paper , or screen I guess, since this is digital and a bunch of my fandoms and memes...
