I got up early enough to get coffee and make the early subway train. That'll take me downtown. I sat down on the seat until it took me as close to the house as the train could go.
I got off to look for the address, finding it. It wasn't the most glamorous apartment set up especially for the most beloved hero. But not rundown either. Stepping inside through the doors, oddly enough the address also included a room number. Hopefully, I wouldn't be that one weirdo that finds an address somewhere and just goes there only for it to be the wrong person. That'd be a weird conversation.
I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door to the apartment room 139, hoping in my mind it really was Charles Atwood, a.k.a. SkyScape.
From the other side of the door, I could hear footsteps clink to the door. 'Sounds like he probably just got from somewhere, or is planning on going somewhere if they got shoes on.'
When the door opened I stood there to see a man about my height, seeming in his mid-forties, about the age SkyScape should be. His hair for his age was already turning somewhat silver, most of his natural dark brown hair was showing through.
'That right eye...' I looked at the right eye of the man, it seemed duller than the left. Just like skyscape when he fought Dabi. Doctors said he went partially blind in that eye. That a very strong glasses lens could make him see partially in that eye at least. It makes sense on why he was wearing glasses too.
'Yep, it's definitely him' I thought to myself as I stumbled over my words. "Hey, I am, ugh, I was wondering if you were the hero SkyScape?" I mentally kicked my self, 'Oh come on, Apollo! Stop stumbling over your words! You look like a fool just now.'
"Look, I am not taking fan mail right now. Go home." He said in a dingy tired voice, but he wasn't rude about it at least. When he was finished with his first and almost last sentence, an attempt to close the door. In a rush, I kept my hand on the door to keep it from closing.
"Please, I may be a fan, but I didn't come all the way downtown to give you an envelope," I said putting my hand down when he opened the door again. "I came here to ask you something." He paused for a moment, then he opened the door all the way, went to a recliner chair in his living room that seemed moderately old, yet often used. "Come in, and when you do please close the door."
So I did, sitting on the couch across from the recliner. "So what is it you wanted to ask?" He seemed pretty chill, laying back in the chair and he adjusted his glasses that seemed out of place for a moment.
"For one, I was wondering if it was really you. I did some research and managed to find your address. I'm a huge fan, especially when I was a kid."
He sighed slightly, seeming a bit more into the conversation, sitting up straight in the seemingly comfy chair. "Yes, I am, but just call me Charles. I gave that line of work a long time ago though." He laughed a little, looking down at the floor, setting his mind else were. Him seeming like he was remembering something. "Those were the good old days."
"Yes, the good old days, which leads to my second question." I looked at Charles, his attention then shifting from the floor and his old thoughts to me while I was speaking. "Why don't you become a hero once again? You'll make a comeback, and you can save people again!~" I smiled a bright grin, being very excited. My passion being shown through my words and my expression.
Though, Mr. Atwood's response made my heart sink down into the pits of hell itself. His expression deepened into a sad-hearted frown, "No... I mean, I can't. I gave up that line of work a long time ago. I finally settled down. I just... I can't be a hero again. Not to mention, with my eye as damaged as it is, I can't use my powers anymore in that eye." He looked down to the ground, ashamed to look me in the eye. "...You should go, I need to go to work." Charles went to the door, opened it up but didn't go through yet. That was my que that I needed to leave.
I was so stunned. I couldn't speak, all I could do was barely move. So as I could, I went to the door, exiting the room, then leaving the whole apartment complex. My body was now moving on its own.
'What... just happened.' That mind repeated in my mind again, and again, and again. More times then I could count. 'I just got kicked out. He refused to do the hero work again, just because he's "settled down"? How selfish can he be!' I vented my thoughts through my mind as I walked to the subway as it was a habit to go there. Until I got a phone call, It was Felix.
I picked up my phone, making sure my voice wasn't protraying my current mood of disappointment and anger. More then that day, six years ago when he fell to Dabi.
"Hey, bud." I smiled.
"Apollo, hey, I need to tell you something." His voice told me something was wrong. Felix is to smiley to sound like this unless something was seriously wrong.
"You mom, she, she was in the bank putting money into the savings. Until some crazy guys barged in and shot the whole place up, stealing everything and taking some hostages."
My jaw dropped. Then suddenly, the thing about SkyScape was in the back of my mind.
"Where is my mom now?"
