AIO 1 • SUPERHERO

ALEXANDRIA

23 year old Alex,

2:20PM

16 years after the death of Caolan

The early part of the year after Alex's 22nd year.

6 years after the escape.

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I treaded through the familiar streets with my gloved hands shoved deep into the pockets of my coat. The looks people gave me was sufficient to unveil to me the fact that i considered a wrong choice of clothing which is meant for the cold seasons.

Albeit, the people who live around me who I consider my far colossal neighbors ( in spite of the fact that they do not reside close to me ) know that this is an ubiquitous habit for me.

I stepped foot into what was left of an old cafe. It was made known that the old owners, in their 70's were murdered about thirty five years ago and no-one has dared to renovate or demolish the falling building.

People use the building to perform nefarious activities in secret but never have I ever let them have their way.

Just as I anticipated, I sensed an attempt of a forced carnal act just before I sighted it, two men pestering a young lady.

I cocked my head to the side and gathered broken bricks to sit on quietly observing the show.

Unlike a normal person would, I could actually point out what they were saying.

" Why are you crying girl? You shouldn't be crying. Not. Just. Yet "

One of the men said laughing.

I could see the gritting yellow teeth of the second man. Similar tattoos ran through their rough skin and I could perceive the faint reek of alcohol that must have been consumed about five or six hours ago, from the second guy's mouth

I watched as the young lady pleaded and cried for the men to let her go. I shifted my gaze to the tight grip they had on her arms and in less than a second, I was standing just behind them.

" Fighting is like an accident, you never expect a hit "

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6 year old Alex

9:25PM

Before the death of Caolan

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" Daddy, what are all these pictures for? "

I asked pointing at the pictures of men and women on capes hung loosely on the wall.

" I'm working on something "

Was his short reply.

Sweat trickled down his face as a result of the heat from whatever he was mixing. This was a routine that was all too common and prosaic for me ,I walk in on my father mixing gooey colourful substances and whenever they ignite, he yells out a mouthful full of words more colourful than the gooey substances.

" Papa, I'm bored! "

I all but yelled.

He sighed and spared me a brief glance.

" Have you made research on the name I gave you Alex? "

I sighed studying the patterns of my night stockings. That question doesn't only require a 'yes' or 'no' but also a result.

" Omnikinesis is the ability to mentally control everything and anything that exists, organic or created existing now or In the future, right down to the molecular level "

I recited recalling the research I made.

" That's lovely, and what are molecules? "

He asked again still focused on his substances. How can he possibly ask me a question like that? He knows better than to expect me to fail the answer.

I think he might be trying to 'kill two birds with one stone,by keeping me company and focusing on his experiment. The words are just slipping out of his mouth like water from an open tap and he's trying his best to know when I start and stop talking.

" Molecules are the smallest possible amount of a particular substance that has all the characteristics of that substance "

I answered again with a sigh of boredom.

" Perfect! "

Father exclaimed and my eyes lit up with excitement for finally getting a reaction out of him.

I looked up from my stockings only to ascertain that he was reacting to the progress he had made on his colourful substances.

I dropped my head and some part of my white hair fell over the left side of my face, serving as a curtain.

" Let me round this up quickly "

He muttered albeit I couldn't deduce if he was talking to me or himself.

Eventually, he came and sat in front of me on his rolling lab chair and ruffled my hair.

" You know what I'm building Alex? "

I looked up and shook my head - no, urging him to give further explanation.

" I'm building my six year old Einstein "

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It's been weeks since I was at the old cafe. Turns out the lady's name was Madeline. She claimed to have a cat who ran into the building before the men got a hold of her.

Those men? - well.. I think what's left of them now is ashes, if I'm not mistaken - which I'm clearly not.

I was not oblivious to the fact that Madeline couldn't make clear sentences and seemed hesitant in answering my questions.

Plus, if there had been a kitten in the old building, it would have showed the prints of it's paws on the highly coated dirt on the building floors.

I just let it slide because I have far better things to worry about. Like the moulds and webs developing in my empty refrigerator I am currently staring at.

With a sigh, I closed the fridge with a loud thud.

I needed to tidy up this 'pigsty' of an apartment.

Truth be told, I actually built this small place by myself out of Iron. It consist of only a single room, if I can call it that.

I am not living the best life actually. I don't see myself as someone who wastes her time on relationships whether family or friends.

I have no one.

I pulled on my black coat and headed out of my apartment. Despite the fact that i have this place to call home, I sometimes wander around and happen to find people who need help.

I am not much of a hero, but I kind of save people.

So I guess you can call me a Walking hero.

But not all heroes wear capes, I wear coats.

A/N: My sincere gratitude to all who read this chapter. Grazie mille per aver letto questo capitolo.

You are beautiful, You perfect and You are wonderfully made.

#6arbie#

" You don't have to teach people how to be human. You have to teach them how to stop being inhuman "

~ Eldridge Cleaver

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