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The Broken Hero

The Broken Hero

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I grew up fed on stories of heroes. They were always my favorite. I longed to believe that there was someone out there protecting the world. That's why when The Furtivus (A group of specially trained killers who mainly targeted criminals) showed up, I fell under the impression that they were heroes. That is, until I watched my parents being murdered by a member of their team. The second I saw the blood on the hands of the 'so-called hero', that was the second I accepted the cold truth. There is no such thing as heroes.
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(This was story I made years ago and no longer have the inspiration to continue, I am sorry.) My parents weren't exactly the ideal role models in my life. Heck, they were barely in it to begin with. Killed each other with a hand gun, at least that's what's the news papers presented. It was the news of the year. Mother and father stayed true to their vows, until death do they part. Killed each other so they could live somewhere else in peace. Unwilling for their unborn child to see the light of day, and dismissing there 13 year old daughter into the foster care. Quite a story right? It was the talk of everything whilst I suffered in the foster care system. Seeing couples adopt child after child, only to destroy their relationship anyways. A few people were kind, gave you hope for a new life, then tore it away. But I ended up finding some strange things out when I moved to the states.

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