THE ACADEMY
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The world's heroes have long departed. Whether they've retired or ruined the world so much that they've been taken on Government accords. Now almost every hero is either hidden away or put down. They've been treated like animals. Things that taint the earth and ruin it. Yet a woman by the name of A. Zepplin, known as Necromancer, and Zenyatta Morgan, known as The Reanimator , they've made The Academy For Heroic Children. Now, Heroic in the sense that if the teens want to, and the parents allow it, they can stay there. And of course, Necromancer and The Reanimator reject some students during their tryouts, yet for good measure. But as the world takes a turn for the worst, and a threat known as Mistress comes out, they must band together stronger than ever to make a team strong enough to defend the world itself.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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