Description
The world is filled with superhero's. Superhero's are no longer pretend or movie magic. Up until a couple years ago I didn't have a problem with them. My brother Nate was fifteen when he ran fast enough he just became a blur for the first time. It was the day after his birthday party when the pains started. Forty eight hours later he gained some muscle an could bring Gelato from Italy in a couple minutes. I was only a year younger. Yet I didn't get powers. Thought I did find skills of my own. From carpentry (Given Nate's many accidents) to fighting. When Nate became a hero I knew normal life was over. He got a mask and suit, started fighting, getting stronger. He became Swifty. (I got a laugh out of that). Only one night he wasn't swift enough to save me but I meet a new masked wonder who popped out of no where. Still deciding if he's a hero or villain I can't ignore the pull I have to him. How am I, powerless, supposed to help save the city?
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