“Do you have a favourite hero? Like, I gotta say, it’s all the craze nowadays: people in spandex fighting against those poor, poor villains!

  Like, I get it, they do so many bad things, but everyone has to get a living somehow, right?

  Either way the hero profession is overrated, they are just glorified cops most of the time, in a few years we’re gonna go around handing tickets…you know, maybe we should strike? Actually, I think they’re gonna dock my pay if I do that, are they not? Damnit…”

  “Why…a-are you telling me all this…?” There was a young man on the other side of the table, not older than 20, yellow eyes and blond hair, his yellow shirt had a smiley face on it, he was clearly shaken up from what had happened.

  “OH DAMN YOU’RE RIGHT, THE INTERROGATION” the man speaking, wearing a simple button up shirt, swiftly grabbed a clipboard that was on the table.

  His body was normal, his head, on the other hand, was completely replaced, or encapsulated, in a sort of thick metal capsule, it was unclear how he saw, or how he spoke.

  The young man put his hands in his hair, his eyes had hefty bags, it was clear he spent some time crying.

  “I…I had, like, a normal conversation with that guy! I…I didn’t even realize he was a terrorist…until it was too late. I even thought he was my friend…”

  Meanwhile, the metal capsule guy had just finished flipping through the clipboard.

  “Hmm…Maximiliam Cornwell, right? (talk about a fancy name) it says on here you have a registered power…but it is missing a description, it’s not every day you see something like this, care to tell me why?” He kept flipping back and forth from one page to the other, not to read what was in them, but out of pure boredom.

  “Uhm, that probably is because I haven’t been…able to demonstrate my power, I mean, I DO have a power, it’s just that it’s so…utterly…useless, it has no real application or way of being shown.”

  “Damn, that’s kinda sad dude. Well, now since you are a witness to a crime and the criminal is still on the loose, someone will be assigned to provide protection to your family while you serve your time and blah blah blah, either way it says here you have a sister…and no one else (this guy just keeps getting sadder damn), she’ll be safe.” He pressed the clipboard on the table, proceeding to tap on the cork it’s made out of.

  “Yeah, we aren’t really related, but we stuck together, and now we’re basically like siblings.” A faint smile emerged from Maximilam’s face.

  “Yup, nice, less work for me. Now since you kinda helped that guy escape, and that guy kinda planted a bomb at your workplace, you’re probably going to be sentenced to jail.” He picked up the clipboard, and snapped it in half.

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  “I…I understand, it was my fault.” The smile quickly turned to a deflected expression.

  “Buuuut, since you don’t seem that bad of a guy, you’re currently out of a job since your last workplace blew up and like hell I’m going to sit through ANOTHER DAMN TRIAL, I’m going to give you another option.” The man took out a bright orange bracelet, and tossed it across the table “Join the Doves!”

  “THE DOVES?! I…I don’t have a decent power, where would I fit?” He got up quickly, forgetting about the fact he was chained to the table, and getting quickly jerked back down.

  “I mean, you may lack the power, but I know that with some decent training, you might just become good enough to surpass the high ranking heroes!” As he said this, the man left the room.

  Maximiliam stared at the bracelet, on the table.

  He…was going to become a hero.

  …Yeah, sure he was.

  But that man…he decided to help him out, he must have felt really bad, and to refuse such an offer, no, such a gift!

  As he was being dragged away, he stuffed the bracelet in his pocket.

  Meanwhile, the metal head man was leaving the room.

  “YEAHHHHHHHHH, I got rid of this job, of the job looking for new members for the doves, and made sure not to go testifying in court, all in one move, I’m so friggin’ smart!”

  As he thought to himself, his walk got more of a spring to it.

  ***

  “You have visits” The policeman guarding his temporary cell ushered a young woman into the room, her long hair were a deep black, her skin was the polar opposite, a pale white, she grabbed onto the metal bars, and brought herself closer.

  “Max!” she screamed out, while lunging herself at the bars as if she wanted to hug him through them.

  “What happened? You had me so worried! When I saw the news I thought… I thought you had died! Are you ok?”

  “Abby I’m so so sorry, I messed up…” The two looked at each other, there was nothing else they could do with those bars blocking them, Max tried passing his hand over, to hold, but Abby didn’t do more than slightly tap it, before going back to holding the bars.

  Then, after some time, she broke the silence.

  “Don’t…feel bad, I’m sure everything will be fine, I’ll get you out of here, and-”

  “My lawyer passed by, earlier, Abby.” Max let go of the bars while saying this “he said I’m looking at at least a few months of jail.”

  “I- I’m sure that- Maybe-” Abby tried hard to find something to say, but all that came out made no sense.

  “Hey, don’t worry.” Max put his hand on Abby’s cheek “I already have a plan, I’ll be back by tomorrow morning, k? Just go home and get some sleep.”

  With nothing else to say, and her throat sore with a sort of desperation she never felt before, she simply nodded, and left the room.

  As she let go of the bars, what seemed like deep scratches appeared where her hands were, some scratches were even on Max’s hand.

  “What a touching scene, that your wife?” The officer said, jokingly.

  “My sister, actually.” Max sat down on his bed, a smile had formed on his face.

  “You look nothing alike.” The officer pointed out.

  “I get told that often. Hey, can I make a call?” Max had pulled out the bright orange bracelet out of his pocket, and put it on.