A Sad Reunion

Chapter 2

  These past three years I've been using my new technology to change the world as well as save it. By day I am an average college student, by night, a master in fighting crime. Every time I accomplished a task it was always by my friends sides. 
 No matter where I went they were usually there with me. I couldn't go anywhere without them anymore. If I fought a crime without them I would have to skip it and hopefully the police wouldn't get too upset with us for leaving them hanging. 
 It didn't really matter with the fact that they had no idea who we really were. I was surprised that they hadn't figured it out yet. They could easily see what our faces looked like through our masks and we constantly hung around an area where the police station was. 
 I know, I'm only seventeen and I should be getting ready to graduate college and take some time off and learn to be on my own, but I couldn't do that. If I was alone I would only be reminded of that night. 
 I was all alone for hours up on that rooftop with only my adrenaline and fear to keep my alive and warm. I sat there with my arms wrapped around the torn leg of my best friend who had been killed dramatically before my very eyes. 
 The razors sliced right through him and the main machine inside of him that kept him alive. He was dead before I knew it and the next thing I knew I was feeling so much pain. Too much pain for me to endure. 
 So, if I do end up alone like that again I swear that I can feel that same pain again. 
 “Hiro?” My teacher asked and I realized that his shadow was looming over me and his cold eyes were on mine. I snapped back to reality and sat up in my spot. 
 “S-sorry,” I apologized and the whole class started to whisper and giggle slightly. I blushed and the teacher walked back to his spot at the front of the room. Just before he started talking again his eyes traveled over to me and then back to the board. 
 
“No way!” Wasabi said in disbelief. I had just told them about what happened, I was surprised that they hadn't heard about it already. Everybody had spread the rumor around. I guess he was just being the goody-goody kid that he was and wanted to take no part in any silly gossip. 
 We walked over to my aunt's cafe talking about the latest inventions made by our classmates and people who had recently graduated. Wasabi and the others had graduated already leaving me with new friends to look up to. 
 They stayed in touch with their old classmates who were changing the world at an astonishing rate. I wanted to be just like them.
 “Hey, Hiro,” Wasabi said nervously, “I'm sorry for this being so sudden but... how did Max...” 
 He stopped when he looked at my face and we were silent for a while and I just realized that I had never told them how he had died.
 “A helicopter got to him when we were taking on some thieves on our own,” I said and he let out a short sigh. 
 “I'm so sorry,” He apologized and I could tell that he was truly sorry. I nodded and I waved goodbye as I entered the cafe. 
 “Hiro!” My aunt snapped and she ran over to grab my hand and pull me upstairs to my room. I was shocked at her sudden anger and I was extremely confused. Then I realized the problem. 
 My computer was making bleeping noises like the world was over. 
 “Could you please shut that thing off or something? My costumers can't stay with that thing going off like that!” She whined as she let go of my hands and I went over to inspect. 
 My messages were overflowing with new emails and they were all from the same person. Whoever it was I wanted them to stop. I cussed under my breath and I sat in my chair to look closely at the name. Surprisingly, there was none. It just had the date, time, and a title. 
 The title read “Help” over and over again. Just as I was able to open one the sounds stopped and my whole screen went black. That was odd.
 “Phew!” My aunt sighed with relief, “Thanks a ton Hiro, you're a life saver!” She thanked and she headed back downstairs to work. 
 As much as I wanted to look at the email the more my brain told me that it wasn't safe to even turn the computer back on. I spun around in my chair and saw Max's charger that was beginning to get dusty. And to make things worse, my brothers door was open and I was forced to look inside. 
 I wanted to ball my eyes out as I realized that I was alone in my room again. I ran back down the stairs and went into the kitchen where my aunt was working. She looked at me confused and I looked back at her with my heart racing. 
 I was so scared, I was so lonely, I felt so much of every terrible feeling that I felt like I was drowning. That's when the tears came and my aunt covered her mouth in shock. She dropped her spatula and ran over to give me a hug which I took. 
 Her arms were so warm and I didn't feel so alone anymore; but I couldn't help but continue crying over the fact that I had just stared at both my brothers room and Max's charger at the same time.  
 “Hiro, it's okay,” She said soothingly as she rubbed my back once more and we pulled away. I slapped myself mentally with shame. I was almost an adult and I was crying over something that had happened three years ago. 
 I was nothing more than a worthless cry baby. 
 
I decided to wear my brothers hat to school the very next day for some reason and I felt like a totally new person. No more mister cry baby! I was a strong kid now who went to college with only the best of intelligence. 
 I didn't fall asleep in class and I answered way more questions than I normally would and got one hundred percent on my test. My day was going so well until I reached history class. 
 The very fact that I was doing so well in class got my blood pumping for my next class even though I hated it with all my heart. I sped out of the classroom and was just at the door when I saw someone else in the room. 
 They were talking to the teacher with a sort of boring tone. He wore a tuexedo and glasses to hide his identity. He looked like an undercover agent or something. I was about to back away when he turned to look at me and he indicated for me to come over to him. 
 “Hiro right?” He asked without any hint of emotion. 
 “Y-yeah,” I answered truthfully. 
 He pulled out a piece of paper and slid it into my hands.
 “Does this man look familiar to you?” He asked. 
 The picture was of a boy probably my age or older was sitting on a rock as if for a full body class photo. He had extremely bright blonde hair and deep, dull eyes that were either black or hazel. He was very skinny like me and wore baggy clothes. 
 “No, sorry,” I said and he walked out of the room without another word. Some boys and girls had gathered around the door to watch and quickly separated to make a pathway for the man. Everybody became tense and excited but I was startled and suspicious about all this. 
 Who was that guy in the photo? How did he know my name? What had I gotten myself into?

I sat at my desk with the pitch black computer right before me which I stared at intensely as if in a staring contest. I could see my reflection in it but tended to avoid looking into my own eyes. Instead I kept focusing on the power button. 
 If I turned it back the message would show up again. I let out a long sigh in thought and my finger began to hover over the small button that could cause yet another turn in my life. 
 I mentally face palmed at my stupidity. What was I thinking? Was I thinking that some top secret message was sent to me and I would have to save the world from it being leaked or something? I knew I was a superhero but dang, I wouldn't go to those extremes. Would I? 
 If I had something top secret I would be found out and sent to jail though. I began to regret thinking over it because while I was I had pressed the power button. I closed my eyes and slowly I reopened them.

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okay so this one sucks... sorry guyz...