Beat was on the (for lack of a better word) beat when he got a call from his helmet he just got. It was the standard helmet newbies get when they join SHHA . Being on the job for two days was not enough to get a custom-made suit and helmet and he couldn't used the one he made when he worked at the Hero Center. Beat gritted his teeth at the thought of them. After realizing they were only in it for the money and fame he left. Years ago they were a tight nit group of poor powered people that really wanted to help but after their kids took up the mantle they were bought by the rich. It could have been because of the sudden appearance of privatized hero groups that moved in that took every call because they had an army of powered people behind them that backed them into a corner.

It was either try to gain the support of the rich or let something their parents worked so hard on disappear. After years of building off the support of the rich and influential, they became ready to chase their support to the ends of the earth to not drown in obscurity in the hordes of hero groups that call Mal their home. Like that they became the maids of the top while being the first thing people call when in trouble. Their corruption might grow even deeper as time passes but it is not something a single man can solve so Beat left in hopes of finding a group that actually likes to help.

He still hasn't found one but he did find a small privatized group that seems to want to genuinely help. He still isn't that sure of them but after almost a month of searching he had to join a group. So he did and after no calls yesterday he finally got one today. After so long of not helping he yearned to do a good job so much so that he used his power before he got there.

It took 4 minutes his time of running on the asphalt to reach the place. When he got there the billowing blank cloud he was told about was gone. Just an empty lot of brown dirt. In the middle of the lot was a sleeping girl. Her face lay in the dirt while her hip-length hair covered every angle of her face and back.

Beat pulled out his earphones and walk over towards her. Before Beat got there the girl was slowly getting up

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Myra never felt better. Her mind was cleared of the pounding headache there was no pain from sleeping on the uncomfortable ground there was no dirt on her hair and her tiredness was gone. Slowly she got up noticing the script was still in her vision. Skimming the first few lines that had just written themselves was like someone dumped a bucket of ice on her. Her grogginess left her body as she kept reading while turning around.

She tried to act surprised but doubted it work. The script agreed. Her eyes were torn between the "hero" in front of her and the script. She couldn't decide what would be safer just going with the flow or reading to see if she made it out without getting arrested. Her mind soon got stuck on flipping the options but never truly thinking them through.

When the hero waved his arms in front of her face she realized she had been staring off into space. She hadn't even been staring at the script just space. Not a good look for someone trying not to be suspicious but not as bad as focusing on something that isn't there. Her heartbeat finally reached her ears as she focused on the hero. Her thoughts traveled as she wondered why he was here or worse what he knew neither of which was answered by the script.

If she had a bit more understanding of her power she would have felt better is what she told herself. She read one more line before focusing on the hero. She opened her mouth before shutting it instantly trying to think of what to say. She could act nervous and pretend she knew nothing but if he knew anything it would be obvious she was hiding something. She disregarded he knew everything because she would have been dragged to the police station. She read one last line trying not to complete the forming headache before acting like a nervous girl who woke up in a weird place.

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The anxiety she felt really helped her act the part. She was shaking like a leaf and anxiety was entwined in her voice, "W-Where am I H-How did I get here I need to get . . . home." The venom she had left out on home left her tongue feeling numb. She tried to put a sweetness on home but she barely choked out the word without the venom. Myra could see the confusion growing on the uncovered part of his face from the choked-out word. She used the moments he was thinking to take a glance at the script before pushing the momentary one-sided conversation.

With the glance she saw whatever she was thinking before the glance wasn't going to work he was just going to question her push through her question and ask his own ones that she didn't have the answer for. If she got caught up in his questions and kept trying to push past them it would seem suspicious and if she answered she would eventually trip over herself. For some reason, the grogginess that was washed away was slowly returning and it was taking her focus.

Before the glance, she thought she could push the take me home making it more of a demand but now she doubted it she could leave the venom out and the script told her it failed so she decided to try to fake an injury. One serious enough to warrant a hospital visit. Before she opened her mouth about how her ankle felt broken she thought why fake an injury? Trying to be sneaky she took a quick grab at the quill pen at the corner of her vision but she missed. She went to try again but now it was in her hand. She mocked a grabbing motion with her right that was still by her side and the script was there. She carefully drew a line in an empty space while trying to not look at the script directly.

As soon as pen left paper it hit her as a bad idea to do a bad writing on a forming headache but it was too late. The pounding behind the eyes was nothing compared to what felt like knives in her eyeballs. It got worse as they began to twist. The searing pain turned to something indescribable as they went deeper in. She almost bit off her tongue trying to not scream. The pain didn't even reach her face as the hero's confusion turned to a frown as he said something she couldn't hear then left with his headphones in with a flash she didn't see.

Suddenly the intense pain that was locking her legs in place disappeared and she fell to her knees gripping her slightly aching head. The headache was quick but intense and something she never wanted to go through again. She swallowed the blood from the bite she gave her tongue while getting off her knees.

The whoop of sirens reached her ear when she got on her feet. She went to turn and run but they went out of earshot again. She took a deep breath as she was glad she didn't have to run. The pain may have destroyed the grogginess but it also made her body numb. She barely got up without falling she had doubts she could run for a second.

She took one wobbly step after another slowly heading to the construction site and not to the house she would never call home. As much as she wanted to rest and get this day over she couldn't do it without doing something right. Her training may have got her somewhere with her power and she may have escaped a troublesome situation it wasn't enough for her and she could have done better.

She could have found a better place to train like her room the inhabitants of the house wouldn't bother her that much or today's meeting place. She could have taken the chance of reading more the headache she got for reading was not that bad and practically nothing compared to the one she just got or avoided the situation by not being there in the first place. She could have done better. That thought echoed in her head over and over again as she headed toward the construction site not noticing the blood starting to drip out of her nose.