1st POV
I don't know how long I sat there crying. I cried for Zack and Ivy, I had left them behind in Kenya hoping to arrive in time. They had been there for me on almost every caper, every fight against V.I.L.E. I don't know what they are doing now, but I hope they are okay.
I cried for Player. He was the first person I ever spoke to who wasn't part of V.I.L.E. He told me about the outside world. About what there was to see, to explore, and to witness. He was my first ally and I could never repay him for all his help.
I cried for Shadowsan. Our relationship was tense and there were times where we didn't get along, but I owned him my life. He helped teach me everything I would need to be a master thief and what I would need to know to survive the outside world.
And lastly I cried for those poor souls who chose to fight me. I doubt they even knew why they were ordered to fight me. They never had a chance, they were always pawns from the very beginning. Damn you V.I.L.E.
I guess I was crying pretty loudly because one of the adults came over and asked me what was wrong. I made up a story that I missed my family, which was partly true. But more than anything I was crying because I failed them, I failed the world, and most of all I failed myself.
- two years later-
It has been two years since I have been in this universe. Because of my frequent crying and nightmares the staff of the care home were concerned about my mental health and called in a child psychologist. While at first I wasn't even willing to speak with them I did open up eventually. I only told a fabricated story using the five years of limited memories I had about this new life.
This "me" was born to a family in Mexico and spent some wonderful time with them. But the situation at the time was horrible and my parents wanted better for me... so they sent me of to the United States with hopes that I would achieve a life I could never get in Mexico.
Considering that I was abandon on the side of the road as a baby in my first life, I wasn't upset with my parents, but I was sad that they didn't join me for the journey. They had hoped that I would get in contact with some relatives working in California, but instead I was caught and sent to this care home.
Talking with the psychologist didn't fix my issues, but it did help me find balance. I may have failed in stopping V.I.L.E., but I did stall for time and hopefully the others used that time wisely.
I miss them all so much.
Something I learned about this world is that while it appears similar to mine there are some differences. Big differences.
For one real life heroes exist... or at least existed. From what we were taught the only publicly acknowledge heroes were members of the Justice Society of America back during WW2.
This doesn't mean there hasn't been any other heroes, but the majority are surrounded in mystery and confusion.
There have been some reports of heroes being active across the United States, but nothing official. It has me concerned... what is this world? and am I ready to learn more?
Maybe yes... Maybe no... I won't know if I don't try and I think its time for me to take the first step forward toward this unknown world.
ding!
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