People now looked toward new heros for help.
We were each assigned a new code name, mine was Silverwing.
On the outside, I stood proud and strong, blooming into a symbol for humanity.
But on the inside, I was scared.
I didn’t know what was happening, I didn’t know how I got my powers, I was lost.
Subject 52, now known as Moon Wolf, stayed out of my way, not even giving me a second glance passing me in the hallway.
His powers were mental, and apparently so complicated they were classified.
I stood on the top of a building, watching the sun set with a weary expression.
I was alone, for once, where no one could see me.
I had taken my communication device out of my ear, so they couldn’t hear me and I couldn’t hear them.
I didn’t care what they thought about me.
All I cared about was what I had just witnessed.
We weren’t the only hero’s.
We were only replacements of the true ones.
I had seen one. One of the ones we had replaced.
He had seen me, and had looked at me with contempt and disgust.
I shook the thought from my mind, allowing myself peace for the time being.
I saw a flaming beam shoot through the sky, then fly above me and fall.
It was Subject 46, Flare.
He stood beside me with a grim look.
“Two men have taken a couple of teenage girls hostage on the east side of town. About five blocks away, an attempt at a robbery of a jewelry store is happening. Your pick?”
I sighed and looked away from the sky.
Flare was wearing his black, fire proof suit, and like all of ours, it had S.H.I.E.L.D printed in white on the top right.
“I’ll take the girls, you get the robbery.”
Flare nodded and lit himself on fire, giving me a sideways glance before heading off in the direction of the robbery.
I jumped off the building and dived, headfirst, to the ground, spreading my wings and charging away.
I could see people milling around below me, heading to work or from work, to school or from school, just normal everyday things people do.
I stared at them, suddenly wondering if I had ever been one of those people, just having an ordinary life as they were.
I shook myself as I neared the location Flare had given me.
I put my earpiece in, so I could be more specifically directed on their location.
“Silverwing, the car is heading down 4563 Lois Lane, three victims, two captors. Car is black suburban.”
I tilted my wings to where they angled to the left, heading towards the street.
I caught sight of a black suburban and sped towards it.
“Mayday, mayday, Subject 46 has been knocked out, vitals are spiking.”
My eyes widened right before I landed on the car.
The car skidded to a stop, a man stepping out of the side front seat and aiming a pistol at me.
He looked confident, but as he surveyed me, the confidence in his gaze diminished.
He dropped the gun and raised his hands, but he didn’t act defeated.
“Who are you?” I asked harshly, folding my wings behind my back and staring down at him.
“I’m a nobody, just trying to make some money.”
I glared at him, jumping off the car to where I stood right in front of him.
“Well, even if that is the truth, you're going to have to pay for it. You're coming with me, your criminal record definitely won’t look good after this.”
The man shrugged, and reached down to grab something out of his pocket.
“That won’t matter. What matters is that I stalled you. My life doesn’t matter.”
I gasped as the man dropped to the ground, boils appearing all over his skin.
Was the last thing he said before the light disappeared from his eyes.
I landed in the middle of the chaos.
And the ambulance that was parked outside.
Police cars surrounded the whole area.
I ran through the smoke, screaming for Flare.
When I reached the outskirts of the building, I stopped short.
The whole place was in flames, and a figure was laying in the middle of it all, but not on fire this time.
“Flare!” I yelled, trying to get his attention.
I took a deep breath, unfurled my wings, and dove through the flames, landing beside him.
It was painful, but I had made it.
He was barely alive, and the people in my earpiece were blabbing on about his vitals and my vitals and how dangerous that had been.
I paid no attention to them, wasting time listening to them would only make it worse.
Grabbing Flare, I hoisted him up and propelled myself in the air, bursting through the flames once more, entering the sound of sirens and yelling once again.
I didn’t know who could help him, so I took him to a nearby roof, setting him down gently.
“You're going to be okay, I promise. Everything’s fine…” I said, mostly trying to reassure myself.
Flare stirred, sat up, and coughed out some blood with a groan.
“You're alive!” I yelped, coming over and clutching him tightly.
After a while, he pushed me away.
“T-those men...they had weapons, they could, they coul-”
I shushed him, letting him lean back against the lip of the roof, so he’s more comfortable.
“I-I don’t feel...normal.” He said shakily, lifting up his hands.
I grabbed his hands and pushed them down.
“You’ll be fine. In a few hours, you’ll be up and about as if nothing hap-”
“No! I’ve been beat up before, I know what that feels like. But this…this is different.”
I gaped at him.
He sighed, gritting his teeth as he pushed himself up.
I didn’t try to stop him that time.
“My powers….” he looked away with a wince, “t-they’re gone.”
I hadn’t seen Flare in three days, and I had been locked in my room.
The more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that Moon Wolf had been right.
Things weren’t fair here.
It was a prison, with no escape.
I had swam too far in, I knew, and didn’t know the way out.
Thoughts from that day came flooding back, making me think.
How had I known that man had been part of the old team of hero’s?
He hadn’t looked different from anyone else in the crowd, I could just tell.
Then, the man from the car chase, and his strange words.
I knew that meant something important. And I knew that I wanted to be the one to find it out.