Kid fury

“Okay honey, I'm off to work,” Mom called from the other room. “See you tonight,” I yelled back before she closed the front door.” I waited a couple minutes to make sure she didn't return, and then I rushed to my room. I quickly opened my closet door and pressed a little button hidden in the corner. The ceiling of my closet opened up and a ladder dropped down. I scrambled up the steps to emerge in a little room. As I folded up the stairs and closed the hatch, I looked around. While an ordinary person would be very confused, I was used to this sight- in fact, it felt like home. Now, I’m sure you are all thinking- what the heck is up there? Well, let me explain:

 It all started two summers ago when my mom and my dad divorced. Due to complications with their prenup- and the fact that my dad had been our sole financial provider- my mom and I were left with little to no money. That said, she had to find work quickly. She applied and got a job at our local bowling alley as a bartender. She also got a job at an accounting firm (she was good with numbers and had done our family's accounting for the last 13 years). The accounting job, which went from 6 a.m. to 7 p.m., was a good source of income; however, it was not enough to keep the both of us financially stable. So, the bartending job she took (from 8 p.m to 10 p.m) helped with that. Every night, she would leave our small, cramped apartment and I would be left alone. I was a pretty good student, so she trusted me to get my homework done. However, I wasn't good at keeping myself entertained after completing my homework- and I didn't like going to bed early either. That's how it started. One night, when my mom was gone, a thief broke into our apartment. Caught off guard, I ran into my room. I soon realized that, in my hurry, I had left all of our valuables, including an easily opened safe- we had made the code 0000- out in the open. If I didn't stop the intruder soon, they would steal everything that my mom had worked so hard for. With a sense of duty and a burst of courage, I grabbed a baseball bat from the corner of my room and I ran out from hiding. Somehow, I got to the home phone and I called the police. Before the police came, however, the intruder saw me sneaking back to my room, a stuffed bag of our valuables in hand. I knew that I needed to do something, so, using my previous knowledge of Taekwondo, I ran at the intruder and kicked them in the face. Since they weren’t expecting it, I had the advantage and took them out. They were still unconscious when the police got there. The police arrested the intruder and that's the last I saw of them... or so I thought. My mom came home very late that night, looking exhausted. “How was work?” I asked. 

“It was really stressful tonight. There was a fight and the cops had to come. I’m sorry I got home late, I had to give a statement. How was your night?”

 I didn't know what to tell her. I didn't want her to feel bad about leaving me here or to freak out, so I decided to keep it to myself.

“Kinda boring,” I lied.

That night, I laid awake for hours thinking everything over. The next day, I told my friend about what had happened, and we came up with the idea to fight crime. With help from my friend, I built my secret hideout, designed my costume/mask, and became Kid Fury- the helpful, community superhero. No one knows about me but my friend, Keto. We work together to help and defend the citizens of Chinatown. 

Well, now that you have the backstory, let’s begin. I was currently standing in my secret superhero hideout- which, as you know, doubles as a closet. Since I started, I have been helping Chinatown by picking up the local parks, helping the eldery get home, calling people Ubers if they couldn't drive themselves home, etc. Tonight, I an following my usual routine and bringing Ms. Rosa Smith back to her house. That's when I see someone robbing her. I immediately turn to Ms. Smith and said, “Stay here, and call the police. I'll be right back.” I run into the house. I am cautiously walking through the house, looking for the intruder, when I hear a noise behind me. I turn around quickly, hoping to see the intruder, but I am not fast enough. The intruder punches me so hard, I am knocked off my feet. Dazed, I scramble up, only to see that the intruder is running away. I chase after the intruder, hoping to catch them- or at least delay them-so the police could arrive. I finally catch up to them and push them to the ground, hoping that I can stop them. Unfortunately, they don’t skip a beat. Instead, they turn around and face me, motioning to instigate a fight. I turn to the intruder, ready to fight, but as they are approaching, I see something familiar in their eyes, and it throws me off. My opponent takes that as an opening to hit me again. Right before their fiat collides with my face, however, we hear police sirens approaching. My opponent quickly lets off the attack, drops the bag, and runs. I think to myself, today, intruder , is the day you made Kid Fury your arch nemesis. I swear I will find you and beat you once and for all. “You can run, but you can’t hide,” I yell to the disappearing figure. I am no longer feeling benevolent. I’m determined to win.

A couple of weeks later, I still have not found my archenem, despite me and Keto’s constant searching. I put on my regular clothes and ran to the front door. I opened it, but there was no one there. “That’s weird,” I thought, and proceeded to close the door. As I was doing this, I looked down and saw an envelope. I quickly picked it up and closed (and locked) the door. Inside, I opened the envelope to reveal a letter. All it said was “meet me at the park -your enemy.” The letter said everything that it needed to- the final battle was happening.

I got to the park, which was usually empty at night, ready to fight (and win). By the west entrance (I was by the east entrance), I saw the intruder from Ms. Smith's house waiting for me. In our first encounter, I hadn't had much time to study my opponent. I could now tell that the intruder was a woman. She had long black hair that resembled my mother’s. “That’s funny,” I thought to myself. She was wearing a mask, but I could almost make out her eyes. I got a little closer and saw that they were dark brown, which again matched my mother’s appearance. I didn't think that much of it, seeing as lots of people had brown hair and eyes. Finally, my opponent spotted me, and we both seemed to get the message that the battle was starting. We ran towards each other, arms raised as weapons. We collided instantly, but got up quickly as well. I went to use Taekwondo, but she seemed to be expecting it. She deflected it, and instead punched me square in the jaw. I used this as an opening to tackle her to the ground. Putting my weight on top of her, I reached towards her face. We both knew that if a superhero is unmasked, they might as well have surrendered- I was ready to end this fight. I ripped her mask off, but I was caught completely off guard. “Mom?!” I asked, confused and hurt. All she did was smile wickedly. After what seemed like an eternity, she said- still smiling- “Not quite…”