Not a *Bleepin* Hero...

Part One - What the f**k!

Rush was blasting in my ears as I mopped the floors of a place I couldn't afford to even visit; Harvard. I've been working there for three months. The last guy to work the night shift turned up floating in the river. After that no one wanted that job.. So my cousin Bradley; a professor called me about the job and I took it, hell I'm not superstitious so I wasn't thinking that one guys bad luck would be my bag luck.. Loom back... In a way... I was deaf wrong.. On that night I was assigned to the labs that had just been reopened after an explosion caused by an over zealous left the joint without a roof.

Needless to say, there was a lot of cleaning to do but I don't mind. I grew up poor so I was not stranger to hard work and dirty nails. I made sure the pod was charged to its max, put on 2112 by Rush on fl blast and went to work. It was an hour into cleaning when I heard it; the scream. I tried to ignore it but it was loud and my iPod couldn't go up any louder. I just wanted to shut that damn screaming up...

So I followed the sound and... My life changed after that... But let me not jump the gun. I followed the noise to the lower level.. The basement.. But it wasn't no basement.. It was a lab down there.. Bu not like the ones above. The ones on the top levels were like the ones in high school but the ones on that lower level was like out of a move; heads in jars, people floating in green liquid in tubes, computers and all matters of things but that wasn't what changed things. There was an ass naked man who was glowing gold or some s**t. He walked right up to me and whispered

"You are the one who these powers belong to" some cryptic s**t like that. Last thing I remember is a flash of golden light then I wake up in my bed or more correctly floating above my bed like I was fuckin' Sabrina the teenage fuckin' witch. By the end of that day I found out that I could fly, shoot beams of light from my hands, and create force fields. Now if my life was a movie I would master my powers the. To save lives but f**k that s**t heroes get killed. I've seen on the new many times. All the fuckin' supers ended up dead but Goat-Face; the criminal kingpin the really runs things in Boston. "So no fuckin' way on that s**t" I thought to myself but then that ghosty b***h kept invading my dreams.. She was see through and blue.

Hell, I thought she was dream until she showed up at my fuckin' apartment just as see through and just as blue, hence the name "ghosty b***h". She shows up at my place telling me the same fuckin' thing she told me in those fuckin' dreams "you were chosen.. Now you must accept your destiny because your destiny has accepted you" then the b***h disappeared. A few weeks pasted and now I stand in a fuckin' bank saving people when all I really wanted was to watch the fuckin' playoffs. What the fuck... This ends now! I lower the forcefield and run at the robbers and in a blur of speed disarm them.

I poke them each in the chest with one finger and they go flying. Everyone in the bank starts cheering as I rush out of the bank just to find myself unable to use any of my powers. I feel dizzy and drained... There must be a fuckin' limit on how much power I can use.. Go-fuckin'-figures.. I walk out of the bank and get cameras pushed in my face. They all want a story so I tell them "Just put the fuckin' playoffs back on". Then I push pass the news people and walk to the bus stop and wait. They news folks try to follow.. I have just enough energy to blow them back and get one the bus. People stare at me, some even glare. I'm wearing a fuckin' potato sack on my head so of course they are going to fuckin' stare but I can't take this s**t off my damn head...

I don't need the news knowing who I am. So I ride the bus in silent, get off the bus way uptown, ditch the sack and walk back home. It takes three hours to get home and all I want to do is take my ass the f**k to bed. I walk up the three flights of stairs, open my door and see the ghosty b***h waiting for me. WHAT THE f**k!