I was sitting on a ledge of a seven-story building looking out into the alley, I clicked open the can as I slowly drank some of the contents.

I can only really think about the time I got my powers. I of course got it in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Buildings crumbling and people getting crushed with blood and gore spraying all over the place. It was a nightmare. Yet, the ways powers can awaken are incredible.

I stopped thinking about that memory after I saw a car pull up to the premises, It was a casual Lambo, Two individuals got out of the car, I think one of them was wearing a black hoodie while the other one was wearing a jacket. Then another showed up from the building. The individual had a wife beater and some shorts with a gold chain. I couldn't see that well. All I could see was their location as two were near the car and the other person was near the door of the building. I knew it was time.

"Was it successful?" said one of them, "Yeah, we got 4,000$ Boss," My eyes were wide in excitement as I positioned myself. I let some blood cover the outside of my legs then hardened them.

"Good come inside." I soon jumped down, it was about a seven-story drop. I wasn't stupid, jumping from that height can lead to a broken leg or be lethal, however, I knew I wouldn't get hurt. I crashed into the car. My legs still felt a large amount of pain but I could take it. I heard the vehicle set its alarm off as the glass scattered all over the place as well as the top of the car was crushed.

"HERO," one of them screamed as they pulled out a gun. However, I quickly shot a blood arrow out of the top of my wrist and promptly impaled the black hooded thug in the throat as I could hear them trying to yell out in pain before dying. "Shit, it's a dark hero,"

The others quickly shot at me after one of them said that, but I quickly hid a the back of the Lambo to take cover. As the loud gunshot went off I quickly developed a plan, I coated my fist with blood and punched the back of the car. The car went sideways and crashed into the building. The gunshots stopped and I could barely hear the sound of muffled screams of the thugs before it stopped. Then I realized something.

"FUCK" I yelled as my dumbass forgot how cars work. as it exploded sending me back to the ground. It took me a few seconds to get up, then it hit me, the money was inside the car. I'm a fucking idiot, their only saving grace is hoping that the money was in a fireproof case that didn't pop open.

I quickly ran to the car, I checked the truck of the car which was crushed. I infused some of my blood into my arms and tore it off with some difficulty. Inside were some mags, a bag, and some rope. I quickly grabbed the bag to see what was inside, and It was luckily the money. Then I deactivated my blood hardening for my legs and hands as they turned from dark red to my plain skin color.

"My greed got the best of me, got to be careful next time," I said, putting the bag on my back. I look at the damage I caused, One Thug's is in his pool of blood, and the other two are burned to a crisp I think. with the wall of the wall destroyed.

I quickly walked over to the thug who was killed by my blood arrow and pulled it out. Then I absorbed all of the thug's blood. It may be unsanitary, but I absorbed people's blood so I could gain more power and also have more blood to store for the future.

I looked down both of the alleyways to see if anyone was watching, I mean I did have a hoodie on just in case anyone saw me. No one was around. I quickly ran off to reach my next location.

...

It was nearly dawn when I arrived at my location with the money, meaning they were going to get up soon. I Lived in an apartment complex with my mother, father, and brother. We were poor all the time, but that didn't mean our parents weren't bad. My father and mother were strict on cleanliness, and morals. I was clean all the time however When I started my night raids two weeks ago, I needed to make sure debris or other substances didn't get near my apartment.

I went to the back of the building and checked the basement. No one was there. Often the basement was where the washers and dryers were, but there was a large hallway with locked doors to storage rooms. There were five rooms, four of them were occupied with stuff, while the last one was empty. Luckily No cameras were present. The only camera present was near the stairs.

I quickly opened the window to the basement as it creaked. Then I slowly jumped down to the floor to not make any noise. I noticed it was silent meaning no one was coming down here. I closed the window and made myself to the door I was looking for.

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I then made my finger into a sharp blood pick then I put it through the side gap of the door and moved the internal lock. I changed my finger into a blood-hardened lock pick and quickly entered the room, turned on the light, then closed the door, and locked it.

I had two locks on the doors, One was the basic lock the door had, and the other one was a slide lock which only I could lock and open. This was just in case the landlord wanted to open this door.

The room had only two things before I came here, a small table and an empty shelf. Now the table was filled with documents and pictures while the shelf was filled with some boxes; some were filled with money.

The documents were about heroes and villains, Sadly Superheroes just don't publicize all of their abilities willy-nilly. They often have several classes: Strength, speed, Intelligence, and their ability name. This scale often is vague and that's on purpose. Frequently Heros publicly show their basic abilities, like Highrise with his ability to manipulate air. Villians are different, often they outright tell you if the heroes know about their abilities, and publicly tell us what they can do.

I placed the bag of money on the ground and looked at the time. It was 6:03 am. I took out the money from the bag and put it in one of the boxes. then I took the bag and placed it on the shelf. I turn off the lights. went out of the room and locked it up. Then checked if anyone was in the basement, which no one was. I quickly climbed out of the back window and closed it. Then I used the fire escape to reach my room.

I entered through the window and changed my clothes, I didn't own a costume and didn't want one for the time being. Many if not mostly superpowered humans use costumes, mainly to stand out and of course protect themselves, not from bullets but from their identity.

Villains get the short end of the stick. They Take the biggest blow when It comes to identity, and this is why Villains choose to kill more people who see their faces or recognize them.

I packed my school materials in my backpack and quickly got myself ready, as the slow tiredness crept in. "Louis, breakfast is ready," my mom said, as she often made a casual breast, eggs, and toast. "Ok, I be right out," I said back.

I got out of the room with my school clothes, I was wearing a casual blue shirt with some shorts. I so got to the table ready to eat then my mom said "Can you bring your brother food to his room,"

"Alright," I replied, I grabbed the food and brought it to my brother's room. My brother is in a medical bed with some tubes attached to him. My brother had muscular dystrophy, a genetic disease that forced him to stay bedridden for most of his life. He got this disease when he was only five years old. Now he is eleven years old in bed and could never experience life.

Due to superhumans, advanced medical treatments exist due to the people who gain powers to increase intelligence and power involving healing. However, this is only used by heroes and the rich, often people in the middle class and lower class often don't get said treatment, only cheaper options that don't even help them.

I place the breakfast on the side of the bed. "I hope you have a nice day," He said in a soft tone. "Thank you, enjoy your breakfast," I said, as I slowly heard him breathing in and out.

There is a reason why I need that money, to get enough for that treatment, It costs around 10,000$, EACH FUCKING MONTH FOR 3 YEARS. on top of that the prescription is 200,000$ each year. Right now I can't achieve this money goal as my parents struggle to pay for the cheap version and I help them out a lot.

...

It was 7:55 am when I arrived at school, which was bad. My school was about only a mile away so I could walk it easily. It was a decent-sized school with a big front yard with a gate.

I entered the school in a rush, as class was only in five minutes. I ran down to find my classroom, I had to navigate through the students who were rushing as well, while others stayed around like nothing was wrong in this world.

I took my seat as I was now all sweaty, I wiped the sweat off my face and put my head down. "HEY, LOSER," I heard someone say from the side of me.

I looked up and it was Julie Rosa. She was your typical, high school bitch. A Ten out of Ten. A Group of girls follows her around, and every boy wants her even though her friends bully other girls for her as she believes the queen 'doesn't touch pathetic losers.'

"What do you want," I say, as I am annoyed by her presence. "see, your perverted friend, Jordan, was trying to get pictures of one of my gals," she said as I could hear her sassy tone of words. "So. Better tell him to stop or my bf and his friends will fuck you up,"

I saw people looking at us, "Why me, I wasn't the one trying to so that, if you have an issue, you go beat him up, because he sure sounds like he deserves it."

"My bf did. However, Jordan just keeps being a weirdo, so tell him to stop, I know you hang out with him," She said, I could see the face she was making, and it wasn't a good look.

I wasn't friends with Jordan, Often I would ask for his help in chemistry, he was a weird guy but I needed help in that class. Usually, at lunchtime he tutored me, this helped me at least get a B in that class but I still need him.

"He is a tutor for one of my classes, and he will likely stop tutoring me if I confront him about it," I said now more calm and collected. There were other tutors, however, he was the best one, and the other tutors I tried wouldn't help me as much.

"UGH, fine," Julie slammed her hand on my desk. "I hope you end up like your brother so I don't have to see your pathetic face again,"

I gave her a hard stare. She quickly turned away and walked to her desk near the back of the class. The teacher walked in, missing out on the conversation.

I heard the Bell ring, as the teacher, Ms. Barn told us to calm down. Then I heard words that screamed fuck you.

"Today we have a pop quiz, in section 3.4," she said which caused the class to justifiably yell.

It's 8:00 Am no one wants to do this fucking shit. I sighted now getting ready for another exhausting day.